[Kallile]

The day had been a long one. It was the off-season for fishing and beach-goers; the primarily tourist-fed businesses were already closing up shop and even some of the fishermen were tying up their boats for the following day. The famed "Sea City"seemed to be half abandoned with the dropped temperatures of winter coming on.

However, Spardia was hot enough to power the entire city. A scowl etched deeply into her facial structure, she kept her eyes fixed firmly forward. This was maddening—not only had her lackeys begged for a day off (even the loyal Fauss and Rammel had declined this trip) but she was stuck with....

"Hey grumpy! Look happier about seeing your brother."Ah yes, every reason Spardia avoided contact with her other pen mates came rushing back to her now. All thanks to the rather impishly spoken comments of a certain Marahute. The flirty female was the last thing Spardia had wished to travel with—she made several mental notes in relation to "lackey punishments"for making her deal with this brat-whelp on her own devices. How the younger female had ever learned of this meeting was beyond her.

"Open that slack-jawed muzzle once more and you will find the bottom portion missing."Came a threatening hiss from the powerless demonic and vampiric spawn. She must remind herself of why she was here—Malkov and Brujah—the only two links to her family that could ever manage to surpass the level of "slum"in her mind.

Marahute only shrugged off the comment and coyly wrapped her tail around one of Spardia's for a split second. This action sparked the grey female to lunge—fangs and claws bared—at the black beauty. Mara gave one swift side-jump and found herself a safe distance away. And she was doing the one thing which Spardia could hardly stand—laughing.

"You know, you play this whole "I'm a tough cookie"act pretty well. It's very attractive."Spardia bristled at this coy taunting.

"You would be wise to keep yourself in one piece for your brother—I won't be asking either of mine to bring you back from death's cold hands."

Marahute was long past listening—instead she was up on one of the sidewalks long benches, looking around. "Mmm, keep talking of these brothers and I'll be panting before they even get here. Come on Spardie, spill. Have you never invited them over because they're too gorgeous for words?"

Spardia flinched at the use of that wretched nickname: "Spardie". Marahute had come up with it weeks ago and was rather persistent about its use. Wrinkling her nose in addition to the snarl, Spardia scoffed. "My brothers have far better taste than your kind. Don't flatter yourself."She said before moving off to a bench farther away. The store between the two females read "Long Gut Billy's Fish House: Feast on the Finest the Seas can Offer!". The exact meeting place Spardia had early arranged with her dearest brother, Malkov. She only hoped they had managed to bring Erebos. She didn't want to murder this whelp yet. She could use a few of her impressionable offspring first. New blood for her little gang was always so hard to find...

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[Citanul]

The spray of the salt, the scent of all of the people... Brujah was excited. It was comical to see the huge Lucain bounding around like a little puppy, a sucker stick shown out of the corner of his mouth. At two feet taller than his brother, it certainly was a sight to see.

"Careful, Brujah." The pale brother said to him, walking at a more even pace than his brother. He was excited to see his sister. He and Spardia were closer than he and Embres, even though Embres technically lived much closer. There was quite a bit of news for her... Like his new mate.


Erebos had been convinced to come with the two Lucain. Sure, Malkov was quite insane... But he could show his sister now. He was nothing like his downtrodden father... He wouldn't let anyone walk all over him. He walked in a few steps behind Malkov, occationally watching the huge Brujah bound around like a little pup.

Finally they came into view of the other two and Brujah was the first to run over to his sister, skidding to a stop infront of her with a furiously wagging tail. "Hi Spardia!"

Malkov shook his head, coming over as well with Erebos just behind him. "Hello sister, Marahute."

Erebos just nodded to the both of them.

[Kallile]

To her great surprise, Spardia was the first to see the trio of males ambling their way. She had very little choice, to be fair—Brujah nearly crashes into her. At the very least he sent a few stray pebbles scattered over her paws, which she chose to ignore. So he wasn’t purely of her blood, but he was half and obviously adoring of his older siblings. Spardia allowed herself a single swish of her tails in return to him. “Young Brujah…” She said in greeting before her eyes flashed up to Malkov.

Her expression was instantly softened upon seeing the dearest member of her family, and she took a few paces forward to meet him half way. “Dearest brother, how long has it been?” She said in a rather gentle tone, as if her normally harsh words might break him.

Marahute, on the other hand, was not quite as collected with her greetings. Upon seeing one of her many siblings for the first time since they were separated—her tails seemed to propel her straight into Erebos’ chest. “Errie!~”

Her squealing greeting made Spardia pin her ears down to her head, but she managed to hold her tongue. Their brothers were all gathered now—there needed to be some moments of peace. Just a few, at least, before that little whelp got the fur kicked off her tailed end…

Marahute nuzzled into Erebos’ chest—amazed at how like their father he looked. Slowly, it occurred to her that the other (and very attractive, she might add) male had greeted her. “You must be Malkov~” She called to him in a rather sultry voice. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, now I can see why…”

“Hold you tongue and converse with your own sibling, whelp.” Spardia said as she shot a dangerous look towards the other female. She would make it clear there was to be no flirting with her bloodlines…Gods knew she didn’t want her genes and Marahute’s mixed.

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[Citanul]

Brujah's tongue lolled at the greeting, a soft nuzzle given his sister's way before his attention focused on the other female. His tails flickered as he tried to settle down, sitting politely where he could see everyone. "And you must be Marahute. Hello." For how much he overshadowed everyone... Well, he was just a big softie in the end.

"Much too long, sister." Leaning down just slightly he nosed her cheek and smoothed her scruff, hoping to calm her. Such a temper... She certainly inherited that from their father. "I have much news to tell you of." Turning to Marahute he nodded slightly. "Yes, I am Malkov and the pup there is Brujah. It is good to meet you, Marahute."

Erebos sighed... But he couldn't help his affection towards his sister. Smiling softly he returned the affectionate nuzzles, even going so far as to playfully nip her ear. "You should know that Malkov has already taken a mate... That man scares the hell out of everyone."

[Malkov lv2][8][Brujah lv3][11][Erebos lv1][2]

[Kallile]

Marahute was quick to notice the younger Spardia brother—though she kept her flirtatious nature toned down. She had heard through the grapevine that they shared some lineage way back—a shame too. Though, now that she looked, she decided he could have only gotten such good looks from her same gene pool. That decided, she flickered her tails coyly at him. “Hello there, big guy.” How odd, trying to speak to some cute male without flirting. The tone came out sounding a little confused, but she smiled to him before focusing back on her brother.

The feather-light touched from Malkov did a good deal to quell Spardia’s temper towards the younger. She looked to him with cooled eyes. “Forgive me, it has been a trying journey with her…” She breathed out, the last part turning into a hiss as she turned her eyes back on the spawn of Nix. “But that issue can rest for now. What news, brother?” Her tone seemed concerned and hopeful—concerned for her brother but hopeful for more dismal news of the rest of her family.

Delighted that Erebos returned her affection, Marahute nuzzled a little more roughly and licked at his cheeks. The nip on the ear was returned with a playful growl before Erebos’ own news was spoken. Mated already? Why were all the pretty ones always taken? And ones with vampiric lineage! Oh how their father might throw a fit over….wait a minute, ‘that man’!? Letting out a rather exasperated sigh under her breath, she whispered in return. “Why is it that I always find the bad boys who only like other boys, Errie?” The sentence was punctuated with a very theatrical knocking of her head against Erebos’ chest. Of all the rotten luck…

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[Citanul]

Brujah knew he was related to many Lucain from his mother's side, so it was no big loss that he may be related to Marahute. The smile was returned as he wagged his tails, contenedly watching over all of this. When not being spoken to he wasn't truly talkative, perferring to observe.

Malkov nodded slightly, but then gave a slight glare at Erebos for breaking the news. "Well, that would be it there... I found a mate." While Malkov wasn't ever a shy one... He seemed a little embarassed about talking of his personal life in front of two Lucain who he didn't know. "His name is Dejar... He is a God, from another plane."

"Ah, well dear sister... Maybe you need to find yourself something different than vampires... Or go after the head himself." Of course he was talking about Caine.... And he knew that the vampire wouldn't go after someone like Marahute. He was devoted to Lysa. But he stood strong against his sister's headbutt, giving a soft smile. "You will find youself a mate.... Preferrably not one like our father."

[Malkov lv2][9][Brujah lv3][12][Erebos lv1][3]

[Kallile]

Spardia shot a glance over to Brujah—observing her half brother as he observed everyone else. She entertained the idea of being sisterly and calling him to come closer to she and Malkov, but she let the thought drop as quickly as it had arisen. He could do as he wished—he was spawned after Caine, after all. He most hated family member. True—she held a softened spot for the younger sibling, but she would only go so far as to entertain thoughts of acting towards him the way she did towards Malkov.

Her focus was quickly drawn to her full brother as he spoke of a male lover, a God no less. There was a moment of unsure hesitation—something rarely seen from the fierce femme. A male mate? She had never…known that Malkov held such feelings towards his own gender. It was a shock, to put it lightly. “I see…”

That was all she could say at first, letting all the information sink in before speaking again. This was her only tried and true family member in her eyes—she would never crush his spirits like she easily would others. “I cannot lie to you, it is not what I expected. But he must be a fine God—earning the respect and love of my dear brother. I would like to meet him one day.”

Marahute half listened to what was going on with the much larger Caine family. She knew from the general air of this place that she and Erebos were rather out of place with them, but she couldn’t say she cared much. Recoiling, she looked up to Erebos as he commented on their father.

“Oh…God’s no, Errie.” She said, sniveling up her nose a little at the idea. “I love dad and all, but come on. He’s so…smothering, almost. Why else would I go after the vampire type? They could probably care less what I did all day as long as I returned to them at the end of the day. Plus—“ And here she began to giggle like an excited pup, “Can you imagine the look on dad’s face if I brought home someone who looked like that? Acted like that? He would,”

Puffing herself up to try and match Erebos’ build, she took on as deep a voice as she could muster. “Have to give that young man a stern talking to on how to treat my beloved Mara.” At the end of her small fatherly monologue she giggled again, waving her tails behind her happily. "You must be so glad to get out of the house like Seema and Astro. You have no idea what it's like being "daddy's little girl" every day, all day."

{4}{4}

[Citanul]

Brujah couldn't help who his father was... Like Spardia, he inherited no powers from the man, and his mother had been mortal. The huge size could just be attributed to a fluke of genetics. Even if Spardia did not invite him over he moved a little closer anyway, wanting to feel close to his half-sister. He truly did care for her, even if she was not openly affectionate. Brujah knew she cared.

Honestly, it had been a shock for Malkov as well. He hadn't ever found he had feelings for anyone before, male or female. But Dejar... There was just something about him. "I do not think anyone expected it... But I dreamt of him, for some time... Then I met him one day while it was raining, here in Jawan... He's so handsome, Spardia." There was a slight flush to Malkov's fur at his next words. "He's the God of Passion."

Erebos couldn't help a soft chuckle. "I can imagine his face... You know, there is a new vampire somewhere upon the Expanse... You could likely meet him."

[Malkov lv3][10][Brujah lv3][13][Erebos lv1][4]

[Kallile]

Spardia let her eyes slither over to Brujah as he inched closer. She observed him—that goofy and innocent look still on his face, and moved her tails to the opposite side. It was as subtle an invitation as could plainly be seen, but it was one none the less. “No need to sit eavesdropping, come join us.”

Though the statement was said openly, it was clear to Marahute that it was not directed towards she or Erebos.

“A God of Passion?” Spardia and Marahute repeated at the same time—Spardia with a slight edge to her voice as usual and Marahute sounding as if she may melt into a puddle at her brothers’ paws. Spardia chose to ignore the fact she had been repeated and kept focused on her brothers. “Then he called for you, in a sense? He must be quite powerful.”

Marahute refocused as best she could on Erebos. “There is, is there?” She said coyly, smirking at her brother. Most sisters would find it embarrassing to speak of love lives in front of family—let alone a brother. Marahute was not such a girl. “Would you call him attractive? I can’t have an ugly boy if I want to make dad cringe, you know. Besides…he has to help make me look better than I already do.” This was said as a joke but everything about Marahute’s expression screamed that she was being absolutely serious.

{5}{5}{Both Level 2}

[Citanul]

It was so odd, how Brujah was so care-free... And yet, Spardia had seen him be rough as well. He had his moments when he was a pup when something just got him so riled he exploded. It had to be something to do with Caine's blood... But with the right company, they would never have to worry about his temper. That goofy grin still plastered on his face, he came in closer and wagged his tails.

Nodding Malkov shifted his paws a little, smiling softly. "...Yes, the God of Passion..." One could only imagine what Dejar had on his mind most of the time... "Yes, he is quite powerful... But still he can get sick here, he caught a cold when we first met."

Erebos raised a brow at Malkov but turned his attention back to his sister. "Mmm... Well, of course he is attractive. All Vampires are, in a sense. His name is Tremere, dunno if you know him or not... His father is Rmcad, so he is not related to Malkov or Caine."

[Malkov Lv3][11][Brujah lv3][14][Erebos lv2][5]

[Kallile]

Spardia did not watch Brujah this time—instead kept her focus on Malkov. A stray tail, however, came in behind Brujah as if to seal him into their invisible circle once he had found a new resting place. Not outright affection, no, Spardia would not dare deem it that. It was almost done in a motherly sense—keeping the few she cared for close to her. She did not touch Brujah, only envelope him with this same sense of togetherness in her action.

“A God getting sick out of their own realm? Seems a peculiar, yet somehow fitting existence.” She said without much emotion to her tone. Her eyes, however, had a spark of curious fire to them. He brother was with a God—delightful. If he was powerful in this world when it was not his own, she wondered just how far his powers could extend. “And what does ‘father dearest’ think of him?” There was pure venom as she spoke of Caine, even her eyes grew cold and murderous for that instant.

Marahute tried hard not to pay attention to the other group—vamp kids could be so strange sometimes. All their brooding and ‘together-y’ notions. And yet here she was, listening to her brother speak of this stranger like she was a child listening to a fairytale for the very first time.

“A vamp free from Spardia’s judgement? Count me in!” She exclaimed, looking over her shoulder. “Hear that Spardy? A vamp I don’t have to have your permission to go for!”
Spardia, though there were fine wrinkles forming on her muzzle, elected the quickest way to get the younger to silence herself (besides a quick death) was ignoring her.

Marahute went unfazed. “So…~ Do you see him often? What’s he like? Oh, by the way, how have you been?” Her questions hit rapidly, but there seemed to be no concern for wehether or not Erebos was able to pick up on each of them. Call it a sibling thing, but she had a feeling that he just knew, ya know?

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[Citanul]

Even though Spardia never really showed affection for him outright Brujah knew his sister cared. They had to stick together, afterall. They were the only ones of Caine's children that didn't have powers. Though, Brujah oft wondered of his lost brother, and how he was faring so far away from their father.

Malkov gave a smile and a swish of his tails. "It was odd, but Dejar got over his sickness and is still exploring this realm with us." Giving an itch to his ear a soft grin spread over his muzzle. "I do not particularly care what Father thinks... I love my mate. I do not think he dissaproves too much though... He could not stand against a God and challenge him."

Erebos chuckled quietly. He paused to let her speak before he nodded slightly and began explaining. "Yes I have seen him, he is called Tremere. Dark and broding boy he is... Handsome yes, but there's just something a little off about him. I've been well thus far. And you, dear sister?" Of course he could pick up what she wanted to know.

[Kallile]

Spardia cast a glance to Brujah, giving him a slight nod of almost parental approval. They were very alike, these half siblings. Spardia could never, nor would she try to, say anything badly about her dealings with him. It was she and Malkov who had held sway over the youngsters mind—therefore keeping him from their father. He was an apprentice, of sorts, as Spardia saw it.

“It is good to hear of his recovery.” A rather wicked smirk fell over her face at this next thought. “I am a little surprised to hear that our great Father would not challenge a god. Perhaps he is loosing a bit of himself in his aging days.” She knew very well the story—unless caught up in horrible rituals to slay them—Malkov and Caine would live on for eternity while Spardia and Brujah would eventually perish. This made her fur bristle a little—her dear brother would one day have to watch her die and their father would probably stand there, shaking his head over his failed genes. “While I wish no ill on your new mate, dear brother, I would delight in nothing more than to see Caine try to take on a god.”

“Something a little off, huh?” She questioned, nearly leaning her entire weight on Erebos now like a child might while listening to their bedtime story. “Sounds fun.~” Nearly pressed cheek-to-cheek with Erebos, she looked into his eyes as best she could. “It’s good you’ve been doing fine.” She said, raising a paw to unruffled the fur on her chest. “It’s been murder living with dad. He’s always trying to get me to go see this Roux guy—he’s such a chicken I could probably growl and he’d wet himself on the spot.”

“I really need just one guy who will send dad for a loop—he’d have a mental breakdown if I ever brought home a skater boy or a vamp.” This came after a long pause, and was followed by a small fit of giggles. “I’m glad his looks were all you got, Errie. He’s a good guy…but I’d rather have a family more like you to live with.”

{7}{7}

[Citanul]

It was good that Malkov had managed to rescue their younger brother from Caine's grasp shortly after he was born. With Spardia's help they had given him a somewhat normal outlook on life. It helped a lot that he was naturally a fun loving boy, though there were those moments Malkov had to physically subdue him... Which had gotten particularly rough now that Brujah towered over them by a good few feet.

"I think he is too busy with his new apprentice... Maybe he does approve of Dejar, I am not so sure... The workings of father's mind are lost on those of us who do not share all of his madness." Malkov did share some of that madness, but... Well, his wasn't as bad.

Chuckling quietly at  his sister Erebos turned to nuzzle her gently. While he wasn't much like his father he did enjoy a good cuddle with his sister. "I know of Roux, Citanul has said of putting him in a room with Masque... Sadistic man... That'd make him toughen up." Chuckling again he moved to cuddle against her, wrapping a tail around hers lightly. "If you can stand that look Tremere has then I'm sure he'll make you a nice little family."

[Kallile]

Spardia looked to Brujah, deciding a word to the younger would not kill her. “What do you think of our brother’s new mate?” She doubted he would say anything bad, as he and Malkov seemed very close, but it was worth the question to add a little more acknowledgement.

Then she turned back to Malkov after adequate time had been given to Brujah for his answer.  Her eyes were no longer warmed and softened—but hard and dagger laden. “New apprentice?” She hissed. There was possibly nothing worse that could have crossed her ears this day.

“Oh, so the little wuss is getting a toughening up lesson, huh?” She gave a rather sadistic giggle at this herself. “His mom is going to flip out—he was her last hope that one in her litter would turn out hetero…”

She was now practically laying down at Erebos’ feet—lounging casually against her brother as if they had never been apart for a single moment in their lives. “Family? Eh, I’m sure he’d make a handsome dad…but eh..” She wavered her paw side to side like she saw many human girls doing when they were unsure of something. “Family just isn’t my thing, ya know? I’m just in it for the fun of things. I guess I’d toss my half of the brood to Kaitori and let her take care of ‘em.”

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