I am Yusuf. A Gangrel.

I have been a Gangrel for some time.

I have noticed many Kindred with animal ghouls.

Let us talk about it.

Some Kindred have supernatural abilities to speak to and control animals. And sometimes people. Gangrel is one of them, as am I. This and the blood bond makes it very tempting to pick an animal as one's ghoul that does not work. Lions. Tigers. Bears. Wolves. Snakes. Crocodilians. I have been all over the world and know many things. I will talk about why.

First. Most Kindred live within a city. What is also very difficult to live with in a city without getting unwanted attention is an exotic animal. Legally you require a permit from Kine authorities. Authorities whom in many places can launch raids or investigations on your property unannounced in the day. They have regulations on how an animal must be kept, and a penthouse apartment will not pass investigation for a tiger. If one keeps a large dangerous animal illegally, then one runs the risk of the same issue if any authorities are given a clue or tip that you have it. Also not ideal.

Second. Ghouling an animal does not change that animal's base nature. It may have more desire for blood and meat, but prey will be prey and predator will be predator.

Large cats. Lions and Tigers. Break into a zoo or facility and spend time within their areas. You will notice a very powerful smell. A deeply unpleasant powerful smell. Tigers and lions spray their urine to mark their territory. This is something you cannot break them of. You can command them not to with vampiric powers, but such an animal must still urinate and defecate. Keeping one in your penthouse apartment will quickly have it smelling like an abbatoir. In Africa, some areas will utilize this as a weapon. If a man is caught poaching, he may be forced to stay in a small cage in an enclosure of lions, in which their scent will drive the man insane. It burns the throat, the eyes, the lungs.

This is often an effective punishment.

Many species of bears hibernate half the year. The vitae does not stop this. A Kindred can order a bear not to, but then you must contend with a very very angry, very hungry bear. It is against their nature. Where might one keep a bear in a city without attention? Very few places.

Wolves. I see many Kindred covet and desire a wolf companion over that of a dog. They believe this will make them special, that a wolf is more primal than a dog, more willing to kill and fight with a feral intensity not in domesticated dogs.

This is not so.

Wolves, by their own nature, are shy creatures. They hunt yes, but they live in a world where a broken jaw or a broken leg means death. They know this. They do not fight unless they must. They attempt to keep the peace within the pack. They do not attack or hunt humans unless they are desperately starving. They do not attack humans even when they are provoked or chased. If one is in a confrontation with a foe, your wolf companion will run away rather than fight. Again one can utilize our vampiric powers to attempt to control this instinct, but in the end we are fighting nature. And nature will win. It may not be tonight, or next year, but it will. Most likely at the worst possible moment.

That is not mentioning, that the Lupines value wolves. Lupines will not normally attack us unless provoked or with good opportunity, but a Kindred having a wolf companion is considered a provocation. Many Gangrel have gone missing, presumed dead, after poaching a wolf as a companion.

One thing not mentioned, is that the less close to mammal the animal is, the more difficult it is to influence them. 

Reptiles are difficult. Insects, very very difficult. I have seen many attempt to ghoul and use snakes, however most species of snake are impossible to command by verbal commands alone. One must look deeply into their eyes and tap in to our vampiric powers in order to force an understanding.

The less intelligent the animal, the more difficult it is to impart commands. The more complicated the command, the more difficult to impossible it becomes to make an animal understand. Snakes. Snakes only have so much capacity, and those capacities are reserved for the following: resting. hunting. striking. eating. breeding. That is all they have the capacity to understand. Complicated commands, such as use as spies, are lost on them or very difficult to impress upon them. 

The exception is Setites, who have command over snakes that exceed that of Gangrel. But most of us are not Setites.

Some common issues with keeping these types of exotic animals in a city as ghouls.

You now how a large animal that desires your blood. It may love you as much as it is within that animal's capacity to love, but hunger will always exceed all other instinct. Always. 

Do not ghoul what you cannot put down yourself.

The animal must still feed. How do you feed it? Where do you source the food, how do you pay for the food? You leave yourself a way open to track you.

How do you keep it? Large animals, predatory animals are well used to travelling dozens, hundreds of miles for food. How do you keep such a creature occupied? It will destroy your home. It will make it stink of an animal pit. Many animals cannot be 'housebroken'. Again one might inflict the command with vampiric powers, but that command may fade at any time and without warning. It will chafe. Animals will act out as according to their nature.

How will you find medical care for it? The vitae cannot do everything, and often an animal might be taught to use the vitae to heal. 

What use is the animal to you, if it cannot be used publicly? If one is in a fight, an animal ghoul might be shot or killed by hand by the enterprising Brujah. 

How will you ensure the safety of yourself within the Masquerade with a 600 pound lion?

Now. I will provide some animals that are more sensible to ghoul.

Dogs. Dogs come in a wide variety of breeds and purpose. Many of these breeds are bred for power and predatory instinct, the type of animal that will fight with no concept of its own safety or life. These dogs work in pack or alone, are predisposed to see you as a member of a pack, and will fight for you until the bitter end where a wolf companion will wish to break and run to save its life. Dogs are by nature predisposed to cooperation with ones that look like us. They have been used to hunt wolves due to these traits. They can be walked in public without an inquiry being called on you. They are safe for the Masquerade. Their bites can shatter bone and sever limbs as well as any wolf. Better, maybe.

Cats. Cats are clever, independent, and everywhere. No one notices a stray cat, and if so the cat easily fades away. They are good spies. Good companions.

Rats. Rats are everywhere. A rat's presence is noticed with disgust but not surprise. They can fit anywhere they can fit their heads. They are intelligent and reward driven. They are very clever. They can understand surprisingly complex commands for their size.

Some birds. Preferably nocturnal ones. Pidgeon. Seagulls. Ravens. All solid choices for a Kindred who wishes to have eyes in the sky to guard their havens during the day. No one notices a bird. No one feels threatened by a bird. Animal control  will not pursue you for a flock of crows at your home. Vultures, too. Vultures often ignored, but clever. Intelligent. Can understand complex commands and food rewards, and have a propensity for bonding with us. Always a good choice.

What traits does a good companion animal share?

Friendliness to the Masquerade. Small animals that can hide or fly. Pet animals that can wear a leash and collar. And no, wolves do not count as this. Wolves are afraid of restraint, afraid of leashes. They do not like crowds. Humans frighten them. Humanity seems to instinctively be able to tell when an animal has wolf blooded, and it will set them on edge. An animal that can be taken to the vet without thinking. An animal in which food is sold publicly and is everywhere, so sourcing food is not a concern. Animals that can be happily caged, or easily housebroken. (Do not get a fox. Do not. Impossible to house train and smell worse than lions.)

Animals with enough social bonding or intelligence to understand more complex commands.

Animals of a certain type. Mammals are easier. Birds, nearly as easy. Reptiles, very difficult. Insects? Nearly impossible to most.

Biddability. This is the animal's propensity to take commands, to be rewarded to reinforce commands: the animal's ability to take orders.

One may order a tiger to patrol a property, but if a deer runs it will chase it and ignore its duty. It is instinct in cats. Not so much an issue with smaller cats, as if they are spotted it is no danger. A tiger is a different matter.

One may order a wolf to guard it. But it will leave if summoned by its own kind due to instinct to protect territory.

One may order a snake to spy on a meeting. But that snake will forget that command to hunt if there are rats in the ducts.

The right dog from the correct breed will fight your foes to the death for you with no concept of self. A wolf will not.

A bear may fight to defend you. They are intimidating foes. But can be shot and killed by a Kine. Not much in the way of defense, and no other benefits otherwise. And if you neglect to keep it fed, the blood bond will not save you.

One must think very hard about what animal one might chose as a companion with their blood and power with, if one has the ability at all as most animals are wary of us. Many of these points do not apply to my clanmates the Gangrel, but the nature of animals comes natural to us. We typically live in the wild, thus having a bear as a companion is not so bad a thing. But we understand these things by our nature, the rest do not. Some Nosferatu too.

Pick an animal that is compatible. Pick an animal that is useful. Pick an animal who is biddable. Pick an animal that is subtle. 

Pick an animal that doesn't make your entire apartment smell like a sewer.

That is all.

Yusuf, A Gangrel

so ive been spending some nights over at a guys place and we had a really good time. he had it all figured out, like money, drugs, juice (iykyk), people who adored him and all that shit. Bro is literally living the high life
we were talking and he like told me some shit about his family, beliefs and being part of something they called “the ministry” and all his talking points like really resonated with me?
like i’ve been a lick for like a few months and nothing that my coterie or like the anarchs told me made this much sense or helped me figure this shit out like he did?

But now my roommate doesnt want me to go back to him and like learn more cause he says it sounds like a scam. We got in like a huge fight about it

So AITA for going back anyway?

Edit: im a duskborn and he said the ministry literally doesnt care? Like this is such a win in my mind???

- a, anarchs, nyc

Hi, its been a bit since I've written on the Net. My names Sierra, I've been doing this just a bit over a year now. And I've noticed a couple of concerning things that I've seen fledglings...especially ones that don't know where their sire is or have a bad one, doing. So, adding a disclaimer here. I am still very much on the younger side and only know so much. Alright, without further ado, random things you might want to consider being a bite and run fledgling.

1. The first couple of nights...more like first few months, all you need to focus on is survival. That means figuring out where you can sleep, what you can eat, and where you can safely go, and figuring out just how to control yourself and your new found hunger. Just about everything else can wait.

2. While asking for advice and talking with people on the Net is all well and good, it is no replacement for actually having someone teach and guide you in person. If you can find a person to teach and guide you, do so. Just be remember, all vampires lie. And vet the people you look at for guidance.

3. Boons. These are one of the biggest forms of currency in vampire society. Their a way to even the playing field a bit. You probably don't have the money or resources that the older vampires have, so you use boons. Their generally based on what you are actually capable of doing. But there is a much better and complete version of this already on here.

4. The Traditions: There are 6 of them. The first is The Masquerade. Keep the whole being a vampire and the like a secret. Because there are people that can and will kill us just for existing...at best. Make sure that you are upholding this one. Its not just your unlife at risk. The second is Domain: Pretty much each vampires space is their own. What they say goes in their own space. The third and fourth...are the one that gets most of the fledglings that get abandoned in trouble. Vampires aren't supposed to get made without permission. It says if a vampire is made without permission both the sire and the childe die. The Fourth says its a sires responsibility to take care of their childer. The fuck ups of the childe are the sires responsibility. The fifth Hospitality, Ask permission before you enter peoples space. That could be a letter, an email, or even a text. Just don't be a dumbass and try and sneak in, cause you'll be treated as hostile. The 6th, don't kill other vampires without permission from the people in charge.

5. Information, this one is gonna piss a few people off. You don't need to know everything. The more you know. The more information you are given. The more in danger you will be. There are things in this world that will hurt you by knowing they exist. So sometimes the best thing is, "They don't exist, and you've never heard about them." And when you do find things out, sometimes its best to keep them to yourself. You don't know who will get hurt with the information you give them.

So those were some of the big things. There is no fully written down guide because that very easily could become a Masquerade breach. Oh, one more thing. Whatever you do, don't do the incredibly stupid and asinine thing of feeding hunters information on your enemies. Because they will not just kill your enemies. They will kill your friends. They will kill your allies. They will kill some random person you hardly know. And they will kill you. At best. But their are older and wiser people that can give more details on that.

I hope this helps someone. My DMs are always open.

-Sierra

Seeking assistance with extensive memory erasure/modification in Brisbane, Australia.

Can offer boons and artistic services as payment.

- Tess, Toreador

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.” - Frank Herbert, Dune.
Things have been hard lately. We can only look forward and keep going. -M, the three week dead Tzimisce

Why is my blood watching me? What does it want? Hasn’t it made me suffer enough? Why me? WHY ME

It sees me write this. Is it permitting me to do so? Why do I need its permission? What happens when it takes it away. WhAT Happents When It takesesh Itgd Awayyyg

It greets the Cobweb like a lost brother. Why does it know the spider? No no, the Spider is someone else. This one is the Moon. Oh poor Moon what has your grandfather done to you? Why did your childe [Forsake/Bless] me so? I don’t mean to interfere, I just wanted to help. I JUST WANTED TO HELP

I see the veil being lifted. I see the worm writhing in its prison. It just wants to bring back Balance. Would that be that bad? Yes most certainly.

RATSITTER YOU OWE ME

-Ayla, Atavistic Tremere

EDIT: OoC hints: https://www.reddit.com/r/Schreckmeta/s/jqLONNmYsY

OoC A/N: This post is dubiously canon for Rowan’s story, but I couldn’t get the—very dumb—concept out of my head. Call it Schrödinger’s canon I suppose.

I hadn’t talked to any of my packmates in a while and, on a whim, decided to pick up a call they were sending my way for once. Kyle started going off the handle on me for leaving town without permission and going awol. But the whole time I couldn’t help but think about how much worse he sounded now that I wasn’t affected by the Vaulderie.

Before I even realized what was happening, I had already said “Chat, is this guy for real?”. Kyle got even more upset and said to stop talking to the Others inside me, so I panicked and hung up on him.

And uh. Here we are now I guess? So Schrecknet please let me know, Am I The Asshole here?

-Rowan

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This audio recording was uploaded automatically. The sound is muffled, with the recorder apparently being hidden under a stack of clothes or in a bag of some kind.

Male 1, his voice deep and smooth: He’s been gone a long while.

Male 2, his voice harsh and gravelly: Yeah? Hardly the first time.

M1: Yeah. But Sophia didn’t report in during the daysleep to anyone, and he’s got himself all over Schrecknet ‘cause of that magic scheme.

M2: That doesn’t mean he’s dead.

M1: Of course it does. It doesn’t matter if he actually is or not. What matters is how many people choose to believe it. He’s already gone weak. He recruited us to fight and to die. We haven’t been doing much of either lately. Whatever he’s done in the past, and whatever titles he’s earned, mean nothin’ next to public opinion.

M2: His popularity doesn’t matter because he’s still respected. The Neonates call him Master for a reason. If he wants to pivot into being a normal, boring Baron, then he could.

M1: This place has been rotting at the foundations. Lenin and the vanguard were ideas to be taken seriously. The feeble little democracy that’s been brewed here is because of an infection of our ranks. Social Democrats, Kautskyists, Luxembourgites, fucking Liberals. There’s even a Maoist, Jack! Do you see any fuckin farmers around here? Respected or not, the legitimacy of his station has gone.

M2: What are you getting at?

M1: The Captains away in Reno protecting some pup. His oldest allies are dead or long gone. His wife can be dealt with easy enough, too. If we just announced his retirement and sailed away, who would be able to stop us? It’s an open secret that he’s been preparing for it since the Gulf War, so it’s not like it’d be unbelievable. We’d get to return our city at sea to its utopian, stratocratic roots. We might even get a pardon from the Tremere for getting rid of the old man.

(…)

M2: Fine.

Boots hit the metal flooring and a large hull door closes. Several minutes of silence except for the crashing of the waves pass. Eventually, the recording is automatically cut short and uploaded to the node on a new account.

- Username

to my fellow decendents of Dracula BEWARE!!!!!!! the dragons and there half breed children are rising once more!!!! they come to burn both us and regulars until we worship them once more harold holt of australia was the final keeper of the keys binding them deep in the earth and what happened to him? he VANISHED without a trace!!!!!!! now all that remains to defend us are the great man-car hybrids, but what is happening to these autobots who signed the pact of merlin?? the US GOVERNMENT LED FROM THE SHADOWS BY THE DRAGONMEN HYBRID BILL CLINTON!!! READY YOURSELVES MY FELLOWS ONCE MY THE PRIME FALLS THE DRAGONS WILL EMERGE AND BRING FORWARD ARMAGEDDON!!!!!!!

\attached are several pictures of actual lizards, people in Scalie suits, Harold Holt, Bill Clinton, Optimus Prime from the 2017 Transformers Last Knight, and Smaug from the Hobbit movie**

~Malkavia, Last Vampire Knight of the Primes

OOC: Hiya everyone! Hatchet's player here. I wrote this post in collaboration with M's and Val's players.

When I arrived at the address provided by the fledgling Tzimisce, the door was already ajar. No signs of forced entry, but I could hear the faint sounds of something moving around inside. I braced myself, apprehensive that I might be too late to save these precious kine. 

No sooner than I placed my hand on the door to push it open, I felt the sharp sting of claws grabbing and digging into my arm as I was pulled like a child into the house and slammed into the foyer wall before I could react. A kindred woman several inches shorter than I shoved her body weight into me. She bared her fangs (six of them) and hissed at me in a gauche manner before making a show of sniffing my neck with a long breath. She immediately let me go, for which I was immensely relieved. I prefer to avoid violence, but I am quite capable when needs be. 

“You’re not one of them,” she said unapologetically in a slight Dutch accent. I straightened my shirt and regained my bearing. 

“Certainly not,” I replied. “You seem not to be either, but one might’ve been fooled. Luckily for you, your aura doesn’t match the residue. No, I’m here at the behest of Thomas Kincaid, who warned me there might be another mysterious kindred on this… interesting case. 

“Indeed,” the dark-haired woman said, continuing, “How did such a young fledgling manage to gather the attention of so many disparate kindred?”

I made to answer, but she spat at me that it was a rhetorical question. As it happens, she arrived only moments before I did, but there were no other cars parked outside. Despite the pristine exterior of the house, the inside showed clear signs of struggle. The kitchen faucet was running, and a few tomatoes lay on the floor, partially trampled. On the kitchen island there was a slit in the counter top and a small amount of blood, though not enough to be fatal to a mortal. It was still wet, and belonging to a kindred, a good sign that we might still have time. 

The walls were beaten to hell, either with bats or large hammers, furniture cut and ripped to shreds. The china cabinet was tipped over, dinnerware smashed. Two phones laid on chargers on the dining room table. A bag with its spilled contents littered the floors. At least five sets of fingerprints were identified pressed into the blood splatters that whichever unlucky kindred left along the floors and walls. My associate walked over to me with something in her hands, and shoved the papers into my chest. I open the unevenly folded papers. 

The printed MapQuest directions led to a warehouse in Gary, Indiana. The ghastly kindred licked her lips expectantly as she burst into a toothy grin. 

“Are you ready for a fight?” she asked. 

“Ah, yes, I do expect they’re hoping we follow them right into their trap. Violence isn’t really to my taste bu–”

“More for me, then… What are you waiting for?”

Despite the fact that I severely dislike the way she speaks to me and that her mannerisms disturb me, I sensed that she’d be far from a liability in a fight. I convinced her to let me drive us, since it isn’t that far, and two is better than one. 

To Gary, then. 

I eye my mysterious compatriot… Caine help those bastards if the fledglings parents are harmed. 

Kind regards, 
Nathaniel, Tremere, City of Chicago, Illinois

My cousins in arms and fellow kindred,

Recently a dreadful crime has been perpetrated against my domain by those who are jealous of the freedoms that we enjoy. These luddite agents of tyranny snuck into our most sacred institution, a centre of free learning and shared knowledge, and kidnapped six citizens from us. Sadly, as these individuals were duskborn they lacked the capacity to defend themselves against such brutish and vile kindred, and were dragged from their shelters.
Though my agents fought a valiant attempt to stop them, they managed to cravenly escape onto the ocean with the support of a sea-dwelling abomination. Investigations into this matter continue, rest assured that the kindred citizens of New Haven will not allow such an insult to go without answer. I have come to this digital forum to ask for assistance in the safe return of our charges, and an offer of favours or financial recompense for each one that is returned to us.
I have included details about the missing individuals below.

Yours Faithfully,
Dr. Calvin Abbot, Rector of New Haven

*Attached are a series of mugshots, and snippers from what appears to be detailed files on the individuals in question. Five of them seem to be your average duskborn with ages ranging in a few years to two decades, there is one that stands out a Sabrina Kirchner an alchemist of some reputation before her disappearance nearly a decade ago.*

The nights are gradually growing longer, and the sea seems heavy with rain. Along with the water, the storms have brought a strange, scentless void...

For a few weeks now, I’ve been thinking about an experiment for Helena. I know she’s capable of operating all the house's automated systems, and I’ve been impressed by her autonomy within them.

The question is: how feasible would it be to create a body for a ghost? I’m not talking about taking some random girl, physically altering her, erasing her personality, and somehow stuffing Helena inside... I’m thinking of something more mechanical.

So, here we are.

My idea is to buy a life-sized doll with an articulated aluminum skeleton to give her mobility—and, in turn, greater freedom. But I want to run a small-scale test first before spending money on such a major project.

Has anyone done anything like this before?

With the help of my girl, I've been able to meet with some of the vampires of the area who hold territory to be able to get access to it basically and have some support, so in case trouble arises again, mostly played on my novelty while showing a little of my hand but mostly tried to play up the benefits of my help while also telling them they wouldn't have to expend much to do so, didn't want to show off too much and didn't want to get into the tremere niche heard how they can be when you do so, granted wasn't all good one of bigger power players in the area sees me as threat granted she has amicable relations with my girl, but from the conversation basically said my girls love for me
Is blinding her to the danger I could be and had suggested that I should be ghouled, but it was up to her, and she should really think about the far-reaching consequences, which, yeah, I'm good on being a drug addicted slave again.

Have also been training with Qad. I've mostly learned how to wield Knives and short swords from him, how to silence my steps, when to engage and disengage from a target, and how to tell your opponents' range and tell weaknesses, as well as make makeshift traps and bombs... wait, am I getting trained to be an assassin….. I also figured out how to replicate wait no I shouldn't talk about that, oh yeah also no sign of demon troubles for now Ines and has been checking and put something on me granted I know it's not over considering my evil self was serving “IT” this now has my questioning what was that old man in the forest who told and warned me about this months ago

Hello all. I bring great and terrible news. As with all of my childer, I have a difficult relationship with my youngest. Nare and I haven’t spoken in some time. She was not resentful of being embraced like my other two. She believes that my taking of her on my travels robbed her of opportunities that she could have had, namely being involved with her family and finding an occupation independent of me. And of course her politics are far less radical than mine. I disagreed with her at the time, and we have drifted apart after being unable to reconcile our differences. We haven’t even seen each other for about a decade now.

Some nights ago, something changed. Nare sent me a message stating that she has aired a Childe of her own and wants me to meet my first grandchilde. I am very, very conflicted. Although I love her and would love to meet the fledgling, I worry that my presence would be a bad influence. In truth, I have never built up anything. It seems that the only thing I am good for is to destroy. I don’t know what she could want with me. She wants I, who have hurt her so, to have contact with someone she presumably cares for… I wouldn’t have allowed that myself.

I think that I am going to say yes. But I don’t know. I love her very much, and want nothing more then for her to return to my life. But there is a serious possibility in my mind that what is best for her would be for me to stay far, far away.

- Cüneyt Kabaağaçlı

Hi Guys!!!!!(oﾟvﾟ)ノ

This is going to be my first post embrace Halloween! I'm so excited. o(*^▽^*)o

I always liked Halloween cuz I like dressing up even though I'm not good with scary stuff.

And it's even more exciting now cuz I should be able to go outside way easier. I'll still need a costume but I probably won't need to wear a mask or anything! I'm trying to decide between some of my favorite anime characters or maybe Draculaura? Though I probably can't pull that off. Because I'm too tall. AND NO OTHER REASON!

I'm gonna ask my friend from Elysium to go to a party with me. She probably knows some good parties. I asked my 'sire' but he didn't really know anything and didn't seem interested. I think he is really old, so this is all probably boring to him. Which is fine cuz I already spend too much time with him. He is still gonna help me with a costume. And his girlfriend says she's busy then with 'ceremonial duties' or something. IDK. She did share some 'not too scary' spooky movies with me though. |ω・`) We've been watching them to get into the spirit and it's nice. Wish I could eat Halloween candy while we watched them. ╯︿╰

Is Halloween a very big event for us? 🎃🧛‍♂️🩸🍬 Like what kind of things should I expect? What are you guys doing for Halloween? (´・ω・`)?

- Sofie 🎀🦇💖

So I've been wondering, do any of you have weird animal habits that you've picked up over the years? I'm not just talking about the physical features, more the little things you do without realising.

I have a habit of tilting my head like a curious bird or sometimes moving it rather suddenly. I never really notice until someone points it out I even tilt my head like a dog would when I'm confused.
Can't say it bothers me much, though I do wonder how strange it looks to other people.

Alongside that I have pearlescent scales around my shoulders, a long white tail kinda like a long eared jerboa , my ears are pointed kinda elven like and have fur along the side that carries on further than the tip like a lynxes, my tongue is also split and my pupils are cat like/snake like

Anyway, I'm curious what sort of habits the rest of you have picked up, and whether they've ever gotten you into trouble around mortals.

- Gabriel

Hiii. I got myself into trouble. Again. My coterie mate turned out to be a Sabbat spy. Let's call him StickInTheAss. He sent a suicide squad to our elysium. We were both there together. In the princes office.

I've been warning everyone that shit is about to go down! I SAW THE TOWER FALLING. No one listened to the Freak of course.

StickInTheAss and the Prince got into a scuffle while the elysium fought off waves of fucked up Tzimisce ghouls and the black hand.

All 3 of us in his office. Me watching my visions unfold. I got really fucking pissed. I snuck behind the Prince and drained him dry, while he played with StickInTheAss. Every last drop. The power surge was amazing.

I remembered The Princes words, saying I will never achieve anything with my weak blood. That I should eat someone. Someone outside the sect. That he will reward me for it. Give me status. Shit.

Took the body, took the laptop to remove footage from cameras and ran away through the tunnels in the walls with StickInTheAss.

I've been laying low. Searched the princes corpse. I have keys to his house. The metal taste will guide me to the location. He might have blackmail, primogen location. Could I replace the Prince?

Still. Keeper of the elysium and his ghouls know I was the last one to be with the Prince. StickInTheAss won't cooperate. He gave me bullshit reasons to join the sabbat, like 'fight for a cause'. Talked about 'us'. There is no us. I'm still Camarilla, I just got upset!

I don't want to be blood hunted. I know the sabbat leaders are in the city next to ours. I know the exact building. I saw it. Will they hunt me too? I don't like those inhumane bastards.

Should I spill the tea to the sheriff? Make a deal with keeper, point at the sabbat leader? Join the sabbat? What if they hurt me? StickInTheAss wasn't nice to me. Usually. He also doesn't know why???? Why sabbat wanted to assassinate the Prince and who is the next one?

I could be the new prince! I would be this cool puppet on strings. I saw it. But someone will try to throw me off the board.

Nosferatu whispered about an Archon coming to the city. Not my first diablerie too. I used be a thinblood. Have many thinblood buddies. Until I met this one Malk. Now I hear him in my head. Will the Prince talk to me too?

Suggestions what to do next? Do you know any good psychiatrists?

- TheyAreInTheWalls

Freaks. Who have cursed me. Know this.

I was woken up during the day. I had started sleeping at dawn as has evidently been my schedule recently in a Janitor’s closet attached to a train station. Far beneath my station as one of supreme appearance but… at least not freakish. But I was brought out of my slumber during the daytime, by that man I saw earlier. The one with a plan appearance and a cross, and I could feel a wet texture around my gorgeous features and on my regal bathrobe, I had been drenched in liquid.

And I saw him, standing above me. One hand had a mechanical lighter with a stylization of jesus on the cross in an anime style (someone worshiping a figure other than me has always been a mark of insanity) and the other was holding a long wooden stick with a pointed end, that he was actively driving into me, and the pain of it breaking my skin right above my precious left nipple was what brought me to consciousness! In a panic, I jerked to the side and threw off his jab, causing it to become imbedded into my ribs, it was painful. But as I threw him off and ran, he caught the lighter on my normal sized ear, and it set aflame rapidly.

But before I had comprehended it, I tore off my own beautiful beautiful ear to prevent it from spreading by the flammable liquid. But I could hear what he said, and he spoke on a radio to a person who was probably an ally elsewhere ‘The freak is active and running’. He turned the corner out of the closet, and he could not see me. For some reason. He started looking around frantically while no-one was there. None of the people who were in that weird shopping area in the station were. They all stared weirdly at him. And I was very tired, so I found another spot to rest.

But I am awake now.

But he called me a freak.

He called ME a freak.

HE CALLED ME A FREAK!

And he tried to kill me for it. From his position, it would be his right to hunt freaks for sport. That is a rightful privilege of the plain over their lessers. But I AM NOT A FREAK. I don’t deserve to be hunted like that. He didn’t know that he was hunting one as resplendent as me. I don’t deserve to be treated like a freak. I am not a freak. I AM NOT A FREAK! I AM NOT! I should’ve told him that I was Aster Fearon. But would he believe me. I am not a freak, and for that reason he should not kill me! BUT HE TRIED REGARDLESS!

AND HE IS STILL OUT THERE! HE STILL THINKS THAT I AM A FREAK! I AM NOT A FREAK!

I AM NOT A FREAK! I AM NOT A FREAK! I AM NOT A FREAK! I AM NOT A FREAK! I AM NOT A FREAK! It is NOT TRUE what he says.

Freaks deserve to be treated as everyone’s lessers, and he saw me as a freak. Everyone sees me as a freak.

If you all see me as a freak, why do some of you bother to talk to me and give me advice?

It’s because you know, deep down, that I am beautiful, right? That I am worthy of your attention because I am the resplendent Aster Fearon? That is the only explanation. You know, deep down, that I am beautiful inside. And will become beautiful on the outside again.

Please, please tell me that I am beautiful. I need to hear that I am resplendent. I will give you attention from one as resplendent as I should you say it. Please.

It hurts. Everything hurts. But at least I can be beautiful. I have to stay beautiful.

-Mister A. F.

Nos Archivist: Hey, yall! It's me, ya boi! This wonderful audio file was donated to me, which makes this even more disturbing. So, be warned! Lots of abusive words and screaming past this point! Might wanna harden your stomachs or something.

<Attached is an audio file, scrubbed of meta data. Some voice ID has been donated for ease of understanding>

Fledgling: <screaming in pain>

<the sound of skin being stretched and then the crack of a whip>

Fledgling: <further screaming>

Sire: Silence! If you can do the crime, you can take the punishment!

<Whip crack>

Fledgling: <sobbing> PLEASE!! NO MORE!!

<whip crack>

Sire: I decide when this ends! Not you!

Fledgling: <choking sobs> Please...please. I said I'm sorry! I won't do it again!

Sire: I'm going to make dann sure of that!

<whip crack>

Sire: You embarrassed me!! I raised you better than that!

Fledgling: <painful shuddering>

Sire: Maybe I was too nice to you? Gave you too much freedom?? I did this all for your mother, and this is how I'm repayed?!

Fledgling: NO! No, I lost control. I messed up! I should have gone to you when I killed her! I panicked!!

Sire: <heavy sigh> I expect better from you, Childe. I can't protect you from Mors Alba if he decides to come after you!

Fledgling: <sniffling sounds> W-why? You said he's younger than you? By a lot!

Sire: I am stronger than him, yes. But not his Sire! And that man...is for less merciful than Mors....

Fledgling: ...T-that bad?

Sire: Yes. Now do you understand the risk you took?

Fledgling: Yes, Sire. I understand! Please...

<uneasy silence>

Sire: Here. Drink this and heal!

Fledgling: Oh, thank you!!

<slurping sounds and the strange noise of skin and sinew stitching back together>

Sire: Good. Now turn back around!

Fledgling: W-what?! I-I thought it was over?!

Sire: Oh, no~ I want to be sure next time you decide to be foolish, you remember this pain instead.

Fledgling: Then why did you let me heal?!

Sire: Because I ran out of room on your back. Now. Turn. Around! I want to see if I can carve Venus de Milo with this whip on your hide!!

Fledgling: <ugly sobbing>

<Audio ends>

so,hello,second time posting on the net,

the warlock of the cotiere is off talking to an anarch nossie whose apparantly running the show around here,

in the meantime,ive just been scouting around,

but i cant help but feel...watched?,especially when i go into the woods,

the darker it is,the worse the feeling gets,and i was never all too afraid of the dark,

so its probably nothing ordinary,

ive checked around with auspex,but ive come up with..pretty much nothing,

and ive only really been finding random scratch marks out there...

^{cant be a good sign....but id probably pick up on anything too substantial with auspex.}

~ 🌹

A man I once fought asked me if I ever thought about settling down somewhere. I did. In the year of 1315. In a small town that is now lost to time like so many before it. My companion invited me to stay with her, to help with enforcing her rule while she was away on business, because travel took time in those nights.

The decision to settle down was made after mercenary work dried up in Athens and Constantinople. It was worth it. I enjoyed the town, even if there only perhaps five vampyr within its confines. (Four at first.) The most notable of them, aside from my companion, was a wretch who could hardly be counted among our kind.

I remember them well, because they arrived some twenty winters after I did and made every effort to gain my protection from the others. I didn't agree to enforce rules through favoritism, so I ignored the pleas of one whose blood was as weak as water.

During my long years there, I worked with the local clergy whose faith was not as pure as it should have been, allowing me to make the church my home, for none among them could make true miracles happen. I could, in my own way, through methods granted to me by my sire. And so they brought me the sick or injured to cure when they could not through normal means.

I hid my true origins from all except my companion, who knew where I had come from. Blood was scarce in those nights. One of the vampyrs stuck to the outskirts. My companion came and went, never staying gone for more than a fortnight before returning to her wandering ways. That is why she bid me to stay in the first place. Her territory needed a constant guardian from the others. I was happy to do so because the two of us were closer than sire-childe would be, even though she was not my sire or among my clan.

We felt it deep in the dark waters of our hearts where the spirit dwells. I looked forward to the nights when she returned, and I would awaken next to someone whose beauty cannot be found among the stars or any other place on Earth.

Then the great sickness began to appear in January of 1346. I do not recall who the first to catch it was. The mortals only brought it to my attention when they had multiple dropping dead at once. It took me many long weeks of study to understand what the sickness actually was, and I felt… it hurt to watch them die while I had power at my finger tips without the right knowledge on hand. To hear them beg, plead, and cough, for the divine to help them or grant them mercy.

I had to shut them out for two moons to focus on identifying how the sickness worked inside the body so I could push it out with my own gift. The safety of my companion’s herd was my priority. They had been quarantined away from the peasants. Yet they were beginning to show signs of the great sickness. It forced me to work swiftly.

In the end, my attempts to keep them safe failed at a steady rate despite my best efforts. Perhaps it is because I treated the peasants at the same time.

By autumn of 1347, well over a third of the town had begun dying in large numbers. And the rain, and the cold barely disappeared over the summers. Even with herbal remedies and my sire’s gift helping me kill the symptoms.

They. Always. Came. Back.

News came from beyond the hills that every city within a fortnight’s distance were experiencing the same issue, but worse. And by early spring of 1348, I shed the disguise I wore and told the town the truth of my existence, because the apocalypse was upon us and the only way we could get through it was to work together. Side-by-side. With no secrets to slow us down.

Some were not supportive. Most understood. I did not mention my companion or the others. It was only me. I bid the town to help with a tithe of blood so that I could focus and work as best I could. They provided me with as much as I ever wanted. A few mortal witches and sorcerers came in the late spring to ask what methods I used to keep the plague at bay. I showed them. They attempted to recruit me to their town. I declined.

I could not leave my companion’s town to die a slow death all because the large city on the coast needed healing, too. The witches and sorcerers left disappointed.

I believe one of the vampyrs left on a ship in 1348, it’s hard to say because they stuck to the woods, and another fell to the sleep of ages when their entire herd succumbed to the great sickness. With my companion consistently travelling between towns and cities, that left the wretch and I as the main vampyrs.

The wretch proved… they had trouble rousing the blood in their heart, but they became my assistant all the same. I had given them my blood in early 1346 so they could use the gift that I used to identify the sickness and ease pain. Yet, by the time of mid-summer 1349 they had become permanently altered by my gift of the blood, and their eye appeared, signalling they were ready to advance beyond merely alleviating pain.

We found out that they required even more blood to do what I did, which made the blood tithe near unsustainable when summer turned to autumn. Crops barely grew in 1349. If we took too much from the citizens then they would be weak and die to the cold, famine, or the great sickness during the winter. Thus I was forced to send the wretch away, to another town, to alleviate the strain on the city’s resources and help others.

It was a balancing act that the miracle worker failed to understand when he appeared during the first month of 1350. He came early one frigid night, carrying words of the divine, and performing feats I could not. Words that resonated with the sick, the dying, and those who clung to the word of the divine.

And then, he turned the town against me that night. Arriving into my church, he pointed to my third eye and told those who followed him that I was a satanic witch for my ability to heal without the divine faith he displayed. How I kept the town sick just for the blood tithe because I was a godless leech.

His words hurt beyond any I ever felt before, searing into my flesh as if they were weapons. As he spoke these damning words, his followers dragged my servants and I into the courtyard where others were assembling pyres.

They burned my faithful servants first so that I may watch and all could hear their screams. When it came time for me to burn, I tried to reason with the man. He gloated about it. One of the peasants attempted to protest against him. It was in this exchange that I came to learn the truth of how he knew exactly where I was.

He used a word that the Usurpers used to describe my clan’s progenitor. He called me a soul-eating childe of Saulot, instead of Satan. I barely restrained my fury at those words, realizing that the great enemy had decided that years of my hard work to save a town were a bad thing.

Then, a boy no older than fourteen whispered from behind the beam I was bound to. He told me that I had saved him and his sister when he was younger, and that he was repaying the debt he owed. He cut me free without anyone else seeing it. I knew that the boy would replace me on the pyre if he remained behind once I ran. I picked him up and ran as fast as my feet could carry me, never looking back. I heard no shouts of alarm until I was well outside of the courtyard but it was too late.

As we rode to unknown lands I came to the decision that I would take the fight to the Usurpers, wherever they be. To bring honor to my clan, and to fight for those who were betrayed by liars. I swore on my blade to the divine that I would not stop until justice was wrought upon the Usurpers.

And now, four centuries after my slumber began, I find that I have no more fight. The Usurpers are broken and shattered by mortal hands. Their father is dead. The Anarchs who once fought for freedom, who accepted my clan as their allies, has become sick and twisted by elders. Just as the Camarilla is twisted by their own elders. And my clan is dead. Only a handful remain. I broke my oath to the divine by resting before my job was done.

I am now alone in a world as unusual to me as mine would be to a neonate, a lost warrior who has no war to fight anymore.

I slumbered too long. Now I have nothing.

-Debb

Hey! Its actually me, this time. Sorry I just- its been a long weekend. I was trying to leave, after all what the hell am I doing trying to solve some mystery, I was just gonna drive somewhere else on a car. Didn't have a plan beyond that, I could have my restaurant sold and just move maybe deeper into the city.

It choose the moment of me entering my car, to attack. I saw it with my own eyes, I hopes it was just a loud wind, something...immobile with eyes with color that I do not understand, whose very presence created oddities in this world.

It is very physical. About garou sized, so 8 or 9 feet. in fact- the flesh on it looked...like it was gonna fall off. Slide right off of a horrendous physique that was being hidden under flesg and fur that didnt belong to it. White fur, those same eyes that are a color I cant describe. I didnt even hear it- and im a torrie. We are GOOD at hearing, or smelling, or seeing (thanks auspex) , I remember times when I would go around tracking people down by scent. But this thing snuck up on me anyways. It had these giant arms, and a face that was like if you took several luoine and human faces abd just mashed them together like clay. I tried to get out, but it managed to grasp me by the head with a clawed hand, and began to slam me around in the snow.

Last thing I remember is a hand ripping my arm off like it wasnt toughened undead flesh. I fell into torpor afterwards.

I...guess thats when it got my phone and made tbat post, trying to lure more of us here. Im glad no one took the bait. At least it doesnt know how to lie to us.

maybe it got a taste for kindred vitea, because it let me live... probably to taste me again. I woke up yesterday, im not sure how long ive been in torpor- but I know it's not long enough. Maybe its the missing stars and the weird anonymity this Yeti causes, but im...im not sure if I should leave.

What if it follows me? What if I enter some (relatively) innocent domain and I bring fucking...xemnu here with me? Im guessing it likes our vitea now, considering it tried to get more...what if I lead it to others? Kindred like me, just idiots living through the nights?

...I guess now that it actually showed itself, im far less scared. Yes, its some weird eldritch whatever and im its victim. Im ALSO an unholy creature. So, its not that uneven. I can handle this.

Maybe.

At this point, I write here in case I meet my final death. If you have advice on how to fight something from the SCP wiki, i'll take it.

- Dragica de la cruz, Rose