Diana could hear the little beast in her head, scratching at the door, threatening to come out. When she got overwhelmed--usually by fear or anger--it was sometimes easier to just give in and regress. Except she could only do that in a world where she knew that one of her sisters was there to defend her.
Here? Here, Diana was alone.
Alone with a werewolf. And werewolf who was seeing through her in a way that she really didn't like.
Three seconds. That werewolf in Perth had cut apart a Brujah primogen in three seconds. And Diana was no Brujah. The only thing between them was a small table and some manners.
Manners, at lease, Diana knew how to maintain. Even when she was terrified. "People do tend to...make a lot of assumptions about me."
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Diana could hear the little beast in her head, scratching at the door, threatening to come out. When she got overwhelmed--usually by fear or anger--it was sometimes easier to just give in and regress. Except she could only do that in a world where she knew that one of her sisters was there to defend her.
Here? Here, Diana was alone.
Alone with a werewolf. And werewolf who was seeing through her in a way that she really didn't like.
Three seconds. That werewolf in Perth had cut apart a Brujah primogen in three seconds. And Diana was no Brujah. The only thing between them was a small table and some manners.
Manners, at lease, Diana knew how to maintain. Even when she was terrified. "People do tend to...make a lot of assumptions about me."