<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XJroK22.jpg)</div><strong>Barir bin Yasha</strong>- Appearance 3, Black stain of Diablerie in his aura for those with who succeed on Auspex II roll<br/><br/>A hiss of in-taken air ran through Barir at the man's words, and his hand withdrew far faster than it had been outstretched, as though he had laid it atop boiling metal or been bitten by the sun. Eyes turned to slits as Barir studied the man; was he here to attempt to bind Barir to his will? He knew of the curse long-placed upon those who had once been his clan, and though he was one of them no longer, he could not refrain from expressing the revulsion mixed with fear at the man. His very presence was an insult to everything Barir had ever known, and though he was trying to learn of new things and break free of the past, old habits died hard. Desperate thoughts ran through his head trying their best to escape his head and run free, but they were as trapped as Barir himself was in this hall that suddenly seemed all too small.<br/><br/>He had known, of course, logically, that he would eventually meet one of the blood mages. His past clan had them, but they were... controlled. Kept under a tight enough leash and watched by each other and others too to ensure their loyalty and work towards the good of the clan. Power warped those who wielded it, and he had heard of tales where warlocks went mad with power and used their magics to craft harm that would befall dozens, hundreds, even thousands of people with a single gesture. His gut, long-dead and now empty of anything that could be used as fuel to vomit churned despite itself, and as the world swam before his eyes for but a moment he could feel The Beast rise angrily.<br/><br/>It was always there, for<em>all</em>Kindred. Just waiting to be let out, howling at the world to be loosened and allowed to tear apart anything and everything that threatened to harm them. It promised safety and power all at the same time, a siren's call that promised nothing could ever hurt you if you just let it slip loose and run free. It would tear apart this upstart mage, destroy him where he stood before he could work any of his magic. It howled for blood, for vengeance against his whole former clan, and at the same time the chill of the blood madness ran through him, causing him to shiver in the space of but a moment uncontrollably. He chewed at his tongue within his mouth, letting it run painfully over his canines and molars, and the Beast within him howled more strongly.<br/><br/>A swallow as his vision tinged with red, and he could feel the sensation of all-consuming rage that gripped him when he lost himself to it. Fear tightened its grip on his heart and he wanted to breathe despite not needing the air, yet couldn't. The world felt so small as though he were but a pinprick within existence, only he and his... target there. A finger touched the hilt of the sword at his side, his only friend here in this gathering of monsters. He judged the distance between them. With his speed and strength he could easily remove it from its sheathe and in one clean motion dismember Richter's body from his head. The urge was so appealing... just give in... do it now... but then a memory flashed before his eyes; the Sheriff and he fighting back to back against the seeming horde of a Sabbat pack in a dirty corner of DC where few of these elite monsters had probably ever heard of, much less been.<br/><br/>He couldn't do it. He had to stay strong, to be the master of the Beast. He couldn't shame her, or the Prince who had been so kind as to give him a place to stay where he had been on the run for what had felt like ages. He slowed the breathing that had started despite the lack of intention for his lungs to work and he desperately pushed the Beast back down. It was a hard fight, and every iota of him had to be marshaled, turned inward, and controlled to turn it back. "I--I need to make sure there are no problems outside," Barir said suddenly, woodenly, finding some excuse to leave the Tremere's presence. He could still feel the Beast there in the background, ready to rise and destroy everything. Without another word to either Mr. Morgan or Mr. Richter, Barir turned on his heel and headed for the door and fresh air in an attempt to distance himself from the source of his Beast's rage, if only until he could get it under control. A hand touched his forehead and he looked at it to see a soft sheen of blood. A grimace flashed across his face as he deftly removed a handkerchief from a pocket and wiped at his brow, barely managing to nod to guards at the door before letting himself out into the night.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spending a point of Willpower</div></div>