"I care not for where you sit, as long as you don't think yourself high enough to usurp my chair." Mohowauuck said to Llusia with as much a smile as she could muster. She had no reason to dislike the girl, not yet, but she also didn't quite like her either. "I've thought nothing about your death, or lack there of, I don't really even know who you are." she said honestly, for many years Mohowauuck remained secluded in the forests, surrounding herself with wolves as the vampires never really like her much. Why would she bother to keep up on their history around the world?

After the conclusion of Gabriel's gloomy monologue, murmuring filled the grand hall. The vampires of old muttered about rights and humans and killing, their voices rising in a cacophony. Lady Mo turned her thoughts inward, the tapping of her fingernails on stone allowed her to drown out the others. And then she spoke in a clear voice, not a loud one, but one that rose above the rest in thought and execution.

"Then we will be like them." she suggested to Gabriel. "Look around the room once more, who sits before you but the leaders of every major vampire bloodline in the world? If we unite, our children will unite; You said it yourself, just one of us can take on a thousand of them."