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I served in the sept Nails on the Chalk board under a Bishop and Archbishop, a Tzimice and Lasombra where I was under
went alot of studies from polities in the socity as an on looker learning what they felt I was deserving of. My loyality was
never questioned in such manners I oftenly had the privlage of aideing in the punishments of the less obidant servents in
the sept. I was even brought before the septs eldres to see if I was fit of progressing along the chain by my own sept for
my abilty to do as one was told with little difficulty.
I much enjoyed watching the new members digging there ways from the dirt in which they were burried alive the bishop
told me it was to keep the weak blood out and let the strong survive to help us grow better. The blood letting rituals where
enlighting to observe as well as the bonding rituals amoung the new bloods.
She suffered just as mush as the ghouls had and proved to endure the dissections, the punishments, and the tortures,
and with each hard brutal and horrify test she failed to weaver. It was not till later the Arch Bishop recognized her and
in such took the lessons to teaching Priss about the Status and Vampires society to prepare her for the task that had been
set before her. She was to be the 3 rd bishop of the sect upon the leaving of the Arch Bishop, she been brought before the
clans Elders many a times as both a quest and student, Observing some of the many things the Arch bishop had to attend
to. She was able to observe some of the Elders own games like the Tzimise version of chest over the body of a vessel
and the chips often there organs. The Gangerls Blood parties and Brujahs Frenzy wars they played with there ghouls. But upon
her coming Day of acceptance, she stood before the Elders and 2nd bishop alone... no sign of the arch bishop or her teacher
had come. And due to such the Elders felt it was best to fore hold it till they did attend... but such had never come and
in time the worse was presumed.
The Elders did not wish to see such a possibility go to mere waste so she was moved to the Black widow Sect under Victoria,
this only made Priss frustrated at best, she promised her so much and yet had not come though on her own parts... she never
got a teacher of her own clan, instead an insult to tradition tossed in her face without a second thought on her own argument
that she should become a lasombra. Priss resented it as she drank her blood.. So she made no note of this to her of what
she attempt next for loyalty. Now more frustrated and blood thirsty to do what she did best... not getting stepped
over and upholding with tradition, she would not allow the very blood line and linage of the tzimisie to fall to the lasombra
lines, as most of the tzimise were at once just like her it was rare to embrace a child or mortal blood for them.
In do time she was assigned to Vaselic, the Pack Priest, a truely monsterous man himself where Priss would stay with
him at his residence often, if not to listen over a game of chess to his lectures and knowledge. His decor was like looking
at the art of his craft though his own ages which she find comfort in her new surrounds with her own studies quite often,
such that she was obsessively withdrawn from anything beyound that of learning and discovering means in which to achive her
abilities for some time.
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