Three horn-taps get no response at all...But at some point, without warning, Rez is done with it.<br/><br/>Or it's done with her. Whatever connection she seeks between earth and sky isn't, anymore, if it ever was. Not a lot, this time. Not much that wasn't inside her to start, although that's clarified, honed as the edge of a straight razor. Not as much there as she might've expected for the blood that was spilled...<br/><br/>Rez blinks eyes that feel parched and gritty, then stretches with the langour of a sun-heated lizard before rolling off the old Harley's spine and onto her feet.<br/><br/>The horizon catches her gaze first, after so long staring up into the faint grey haze that is the only color the sky gives anymore. Rez turns slowly, studying the silhouettes of surrounding hills and dunes as<em>los Buitres</em>watch her, but there is nothing new out there...So her gaze drops to Newt.<br/><br/>One gauntleted hand falls gently along the back of the young man's head and settles on his nape before clenching, gripping him like a puppy as she takes the cup. Her head tilts to one side, then the other, as she studies Cat's handiwork, then Rez nods slowly as if in approval, her gaze returning to meet Newt's own.<br/><br/>She sips at the cup, then her brows rise at the flavor and she swallows. The Queen Vulture licks her lips, then lunges forward suddenly, kissing Newt with force that bruises lips and starts blood from his gums and recent wounds. There's no tenderness here, nor in the grip she maintains on his neck, no. This is more like the jaw-jousting of young wolf-cubs, but the youngest knows better than to do anything except submit meekly. She breaks the lip-lock after long moments, flecks of red on her mouth, and drinks once more from the less fleshy cup in her other hand before addressing Newt.<br/><br/>"Never," Rez growls softly. "Never forget again who y'are. Who y'are is not yer fuckin' face. Who y'are is not what others see'n ya."<br/><br/>"Yer one of us, now." Blooded and baptized. Though she doesn't say it aloud, just takes a few more swallows, slowly, savoring the golden liquid before passing the cup back with a final swallow remaining in it for its bearer.<br/><br/>Waiting until he takes it, then and only then releasing her youngest pup, with the marks of her fingers fresh and dark-bruised on the nape of his neck.<br/><br/>Rez glances once at the M-ATV, confirming that Amanuel is within and its engine is rumbling, then turns and waves an arm back in the direction of the Hold, moving to her motorcycle and calling as her pack hurries to mount themselves. "Let's move, y'fuckers!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">I'm fond of MUMB-L's cover, myself.</div><div class="spoiler_body"> If you haven't heard it:<br/>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLzSNFKtYAU</div></div>