No Fear
She knew why the Forsworn were so terrifying to the Unlearned - because they genuinely felt a part of their coveys. An Unlearned could join a coterie, knowing it would break apart when trust failed: when someone changed their mind, when man and Beast conflicted, when a Covenant or a Clan pressured a member.
Trust did not fail the Forsworn.
More than trust, there was confidence.
More than confidence, there was a purpose.
The Keepers had not even had a purpose (unless to have fun in a deviant way) and they'd dissolved as she'd watched. Unfortunate that she had not met Deacon. The Dragon party line said the Work was their purpose, but it broke down with politics and Oaths.
More than any time she had succeeded with the Ordo Dracul, she felt comfortable now. Success with the Dragons meant exerting a force of will over herself. Directing herself. Taking a specific step. It was the only success the Dragons permitted.
She caught a flash of a hockey jersey out of the corner of her eye as one of the Covey moved through the area, but more significantly she felt his blood and the blood of all the others kept the animal satisfied, a thing the Unlearned could not understand.
She didn't feel pity for the Unlearned -- it was not that they didn't have the chance to understand, it was that they weren't even equipped for it. Like apes could not stand straight and be human, so the Unlearned could not just reach out and become Forsworn.
She did realize how they spend their existences in Fear. Fear of the Beast, Fear of Betrayal, Fear of Being Discovered, Fear of Punishment.
Alexander walked through on the phone, and she felt no Fear, she felt belonging-comfort-satisfaction-strength-theVampire. She could be drunk on it.
When she came to fight and kill the VII, she would have to thank them first for outing her and forcing her to shed the last lie.
Trust did not fail the Forsworn.
More than trust, there was confidence.
More than confidence, there was a purpose.
The Keepers had not even had a purpose (unless to have fun in a deviant way) and they'd dissolved as she'd watched. Unfortunate that she had not met Deacon. The Dragon party line said the Work was their purpose, but it broke down with politics and Oaths.
More than any time she had succeeded with the Ordo Dracul, she felt comfortable now. Success with the Dragons meant exerting a force of will over herself. Directing herself. Taking a specific step. It was the only success the Dragons permitted.
She caught a flash of a hockey jersey out of the corner of her eye as one of the Covey moved through the area, but more significantly she felt his blood and the blood of all the others kept the animal satisfied, a thing the Unlearned could not understand.
She didn't feel pity for the Unlearned -- it was not that they didn't have the chance to understand, it was that they weren't even equipped for it. Like apes could not stand straight and be human, so the Unlearned could not just reach out and become Forsworn.
She did realize how they spend their existences in Fear. Fear of the Beast, Fear of Betrayal, Fear of Being Discovered, Fear of Punishment.
Alexander walked through on the phone, and she felt no Fear, she felt belonging-comfort-satisfaction-strength-theVampire. She could be drunk on it.
When she came to fight and kill the VII, she would have to thank them first for outing her and forcing her to shed the last lie.