Private Of Spells, Blood and Curses

[Countess Anétresya]

"Then my label, is Ané." Throughout the century, the Lady Sangnir had gone by many names herself. Wether this name her provided was the truth, it would be the alias she would now know him under.

"I am not cruel, Dorian." She stated simply. "Your master sent you to your doom. I need to know who they are." She said, an excuse for showing mercy. It could even be considered one of her weaknesses. It was unlikely she would get the identity of his master so easily.

She watched as he downed the shot glass of blood. "Our kind are called sangnir. The blood that flows in our veins are those that we consume."

"Until you tell me his name, a shot glass of blood is all that you'd get thrice a day." She said. The lady had her ways to get her information. "My spell binds you here - to the first level of the penthouse. There is a pool as you know, a bar and kitchen. If you try to leave you will not succeed."

 

[Kasir Dorran]

Countess Anétresya

With a slight inclination of his head, Kasir returned the name given by the woman before him, his features betraying nothing of the many thoughts now churning through his mind; for when she demanded the name of his master, he chose to simply remain silent. He held her gaze as she finished speaking, before finally looking away.

He couldn't deny the allure of the sangnir's offer. Even now, he felt the weight of his duties pressing upon his shoulders. After growing up on the unforgiving streets of Dromund Kaas, where he learned the value of survival, three meager feedings a day didn't sound terribly bad.

But the thought of having to control his hunger, to suppress these new primal instincts, left him with a sense of uncertainty. The limited information provided by the woman only fueled his curiosity and desire to learn more. "If I were to reveal everything, would my freedom be granted?”

Advancing forward, Kasir held out the empty shot glass to Ane with an unreadable expression on his features. "I would like to learn more about the Sangnir,” he said calmly.

 

[Countess Anétresya]

“That depends,” she trailed, picking the glass up. Anetresya had no interest in keeping a captive, she had better things to do than babysit. But with this man being her own spawn, there was a sense of responsibility over him that was beheld. “ I am your Sangnir dame, setting you out into the world may be detrimental for my reputation. You will have to exhibit a good amount of control before you shall regain that freedom.” She would not let him loose unless she was confident he had adapted well to the change, that he had learnt to control.

The society of the lesser known world of vampiric species had knowledge and cultures vast. Theee was much for him to learn. And Anetresya was more than happy to enlighten, but there was an issue at hand that needed to me deduced. “First. Tell me about your master.” Kasir Dorran