vampirism is for poseurs

For all her brother had attempted to be gentle his quiet movement was enough to rouse Faith from her sleep, or maybe it was the voice shouting loudly in her ear. Words too indistinct for her still sleep-addled brain to properly parse but it did jolt her awake. Faith's breath catching suddenly and her eyes flying open, scanning the area around her, still dim and the darkness filled with the gentle sleeping breathing of her mother and sister. Faith groaned quietly, rubbing at her eyes with her wrist and trying to push down the mounting doubt. Ever since the vision of her sigil in the ground she'd been plagued with guilt and doubt. Her brother's scent was fresh, leading into the shrine proper. Faith grimaced, then stretched long limbs and quietly trailed after him.


"Can't sleep?" She asked softy as she came up beside Pontifex, jostling him lightly, she was already taller than him though she was just now catching up to Modesty, standing even with her though her paws were bigger than even her sister's and so knew she would soon out pace them.

"Speech"