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Re: Prologue: Vezina
Vezina stood in raptured silence with her sire, drinking in the significance of this sacred night. When Gyulu spoke of the Tzimisce as the truest nobles of all 'Cainites,' though she knew little of what that word itself meant, she easily believed him. So much romance and power entwined into one being, he was easily a kingly figure of legend standing before her. And now she was to be trained as a queen. One day she would have his grace, his air of understanding and control. Already she could envision herself with the grace borne of uncounted years walking the night as an empowered being.
The Omen of the Black Moon, the night of her rebirth.
Gyulu's howl echoed throughout the wilderness, a perfect mimicry of a wolf. A moment passed, then two wolves answered his call. They sped to meet the Cainites. These wolves were extremely large for their breed, reminding Vezina of the dread dire wolves of her homeland, who served Gyulu and the other dark masters of the night. So now she was to learn how to converse and bond with these creatures as well. Her eyes lit up in anticipatory delight.
Like a hawk focusing on its prey, Vezina studied Gyulu's every action, and when the first wolf and knelt at his feat, she turned to her own. Eye contact seemed important. Gyulu had never broken his gaze until the wolf was bound to him. Vezina did likewise.
She had always been good with animals. In hunting and trapping them all her life, it had been important for her father to teach her how the animals thought. Her instincts had already served her well in dealing with the Beast within her. Perhaps if she concentrated she could commune with the lesser beasts.
Gazing deep into the predator's eyes, she attempted to establish dominance. Wolves thought in terms of a pack. It was one of the first hunting lessons her father had taught her. Usually there was an alpha female who ran the pack and kept things in order. If she could communicate that she was the alpha female to this wolf in front of her, she felt certain she could make it kneel.
As she maintained eye contact, she sensed the own Beast within herself and without letting it control her, allowed it to guide her in a feral growl of communication. Animalistic communication did away with pleasantries. It was direct. It established an order. She spoke in a sound that came out as a low growl, but somehow she knew she was getting a meaning across to the wolf in front of her.
"I am your leader. Obey me."
Vezina stood in raptured silence with her sire, drinking in the significance of this sacred night. When Gyulu spoke of the Tzimisce as the truest nobles of all 'Cainites,' though she knew little of what that word itself meant, she easily believed him. So much romance and power entwined into one being, he was easily a kingly figure of legend standing before her. And now she was to be trained as a queen. One day she would have his grace, his air of understanding and control. Already she could envision herself with the grace borne of uncounted years walking the night as an empowered being.
The Omen of the Black Moon, the night of her rebirth.
Gyulu's howl echoed throughout the wilderness, a perfect mimicry of a wolf. A moment passed, then two wolves answered his call. They sped to meet the Cainites. These wolves were extremely large for their breed, reminding Vezina of the dread dire wolves of her homeland, who served Gyulu and the other dark masters of the night. So now she was to learn how to converse and bond with these creatures as well. Her eyes lit up in anticipatory delight.
Like a hawk focusing on its prey, Vezina studied Gyulu's every action, and when the first wolf and knelt at his feat, she turned to her own. Eye contact seemed important. Gyulu had never broken his gaze until the wolf was bound to him. Vezina did likewise.
She had always been good with animals. In hunting and trapping them all her life, it had been important for her father to teach her how the animals thought. Her instincts had already served her well in dealing with the Beast within her. Perhaps if she concentrated she could commune with the lesser beasts.
Gazing deep into the predator's eyes, she attempted to establish dominance. Wolves thought in terms of a pack. It was one of the first hunting lessons her father had taught her. Usually there was an alpha female who ran the pack and kept things in order. If she could communicate that she was the alpha female to this wolf in front of her, she felt certain she could make it kneel.
As she maintained eye contact, she sensed the own Beast within herself and without letting it control her, allowed it to guide her in a feral growl of communication. Animalistic communication did away with pleasantries. It was direct. It established an order. She spoke in a sound that came out as a low growl, but somehow she knew she was getting a meaning across to the wolf in front of her.
"I am your leader. Obey me."