Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170727174031/@comment-5583506-20170730140924

Preacher didn't appreciate Tanis' remark. "Nevermind what I said then. You are not using your power to cause anyone cough up their own insides, if that makes things clearer to you? Or do I have to repeat myself in other words? We are not killers nor do we want to cause any permanent damage. If that's your thrill however, then maybe you should find yourself a new allegiance?"

He realised that maybe he was being too hard on Tanis, but they needed to learn how restrain themselves. They needed discipline. In Tanis he could see many of his former comrades who had just taken one step in the wrong direction. Now some of them were rotting on the inside of Volkihar Prison with nothing but contempt and hatred in their mind. He didn't want that to happen to anyone else.

His own teacher had gone hard on him during his own training. Especially when he had in a fit of rage accidentally blown off the arm of an outraged farmer who had attacked. Though the man had survived he would never do any farmjob again.

"Just learn how to restrain yourself", he finally said. "We don't the reputation as spreaders of lethal Brain Rot or Ataxia. That's just another bolt in the crossbow for Mankind's Finest to use against us. If you can use your power to somehow weaken your enemies, rendering them incapable to fight for some time until they can be apprehended, then that's good."

"I... didn't?" Ylva said, confused as she stared at her arm inquisitively. "Uhm... go... away?" she told the fur on her arm as if she expected it to obey. "Abort? Undo? Not... angry anymore? I think..."

She shook her arm slightly, before looking at Jerus. "This is properly weird", she said. "Partial transformation. Never expected that to happen to me."

She waited for a moment until the fur finally seemed to retract back into her skin. The color of her arm started to change back into a healthy pink and her claws were reduced into regular nails.

"Huh... that's odd." She shook her head. "Either way, you were amazing as well. Pummeled the shit out of those nobheads!"

"That was sloppy, what you did", Diadros said.

Bethany would've wanted to get mad at him in that moment, but the truth was she barely had the strength to do that as well. He didn't know. None of them knew the urges she was constantly fighting with each day. The urge to just rip out their veins and drain them on every last drop. But she was disciplined and held herself back every breathing second of her life from committing such an atrocity. Not only because she knew that she couldn't rely on the power of blood to provide for her, but also because she considered them to be her friends... and because she refused to stoop down to the monster inside of her she hated so much. The one that prevented her from being like the rest. The one that prevented her from belonging on either side. Too much human for the vampires, too much vampire for the humans.

"I guess it was", she said joylessly, feeling like receiving a kick in the ribs while lying down.