just tis ems

   Sam hadn’t foreseen being besieged by two insane Sabbat pack members tonight but here he was. The independant had just been wandering picking up the messes some kindred have left of their victims, kind of cowardly but also saved him the trouble of hunting and killing anything. And then these two decided that he is clearly the solution to their problem.

  They were both hollering something about gloves and pickles, Nossies and their Sire. And honestly the Tzimisce couldn’t care less as he tried to walk away from them as fast as possible carrying his bag of parts. He even considered throwing that or his bunny ghoul at them, but that’d be the thirteenth one he’d have to replace in the past two weeks alone…