<strong>Name:</strong>Kifah bint Tariq<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Bronx, specifically at  Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br/><br/>Once upon a time, the Kindred would not have stood for looking like the scum of society, at least in the days of mythical Nod. Vampires had ruled that city in a time before time, with mighty Caine at its head and his three childer beneath him, but that time was no more. But still the Sabbat stretched out it's hands towards the ideal of vampires ruling over the kine, guiding them and doing with them as they pleased. A morbid fairy-tale vibe seemed to surround that piece of Kindred history.<br/><br/>But it was 1999 now, and it was June, and even the most die-hard Sabbat member knew that subtlety and secrecy were excellent bedfellows, and even better when you could choose when to use them. This night the Sabbat pack that met at just outside Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage was a night where subtlety and secrecy would be the bitch of every pack mate, cruelly used and then tossed aside for when those Kindred who proudly proclaimed their loyalty to the Sabbat could feed and take as they pleased.<br/><br/>It was time for the Binding, the auctoritas ritae of the Vaulderie, to bind together this pack once again. Kifah had ordered that they all gather in the Bronx to partake in the rite, and none of them would dare to refuse...although it was her opinion that some of them might dare to be late, which was at least as insulting. She was near the fire hydrant, as this most auspicious rite needed to take place near water. She would not bust the hydrant until it was time to perform the rite.<br/><br/>She would admit it to none, but the dusky skinned and stoic pack priest was more than concerned about how things were going. Tariq hadn't immediately made her the new Ductus of the pack, and that was...disconcerting. It implied that her sire was either displeased with her, that the Bishop Orozco didn't trust her enough to lead...or worse, that Tariq had a new favorite in the pack. The angular and dark Templar was there tonight as well, dressed in casual black jeans and wearing sunglasses, his ears pierced with small silver pentacles. He had a sleek predatory look outside the shipping company, while Kifah merely seemed more than nervous.<br/><br/>The dark streets of NYC seemed more than menacing that night. A little over two hundred Kindred made their homes in New York City, easily merging in with the gritty city that still seemed to sparkle like a diamond in all the right places. The pack typically claimed territory in the Bronx; they had been assigned by Tariq as the guardians of this particular business where they would partake in the Binding. After all, the Sabbat kept weapon caches and other useful supplies in this area.<br/><br/>It was starting to rain, and Kifah regarded the smog-filled NYC sky with some level of disdain. Rain in this city was the absolute worst, although it did bode well for the Binding ritual. She waited with some eagerness and dread of the arrival of her pack mates, keeping her face stoic and calm outside. They would need to discuss Tariq's next job for them tonight, and Kifah knew that morale was not at it's best, after hearing about the death of those other Sabbat Licks over on Wall Street at the fangs of the Ventrue there, so she would arrange a Game of Instinct tonight as well, something all of them could get into. Perhaps someone fun to hunt...yes...that would take the edge off.<br/>