I have held up within this den of filth for long enough, we are the masters of the night, the next step in evolution. We are being held because of a missing informant, obviously he or she is weak. Should our paths cross whomever it is will trouble the Sabbat no more with their inadequate lineage. No one else will ever be held awaiting them. If it had been any but the Hand’s seraph holding us I would have ignored them entirely, I am amused at the politics of the established cities, they have learned well to not question our purpose. The line of corpses speaks to our opinion of our sect leader’s delegates to us. After a few they seem to have decided we choose our own path, they learn well.

“Brothers and sisters, we have been naught but a few days and there has been no word from our informant the Seraph had mentioned. We have finished our allotted time he set forth. We are free to continue on with our strike. Tonight we shall strike a blow and it shall be silent for ours is the path of our father. Remember his words and mark them well, ‘The first to die in any Jyhad are Nosferatu.’ We shall visit upon this wretch a terrible blow, we are unstoppable. We shall leave shortly, ready yourselves. Our enemy is devious, trust in the words of Caine. ‘Be not known. Seek shadows.’

“Ready the van at once, we shall depart within the hour. Let the sword of Caine spill the blood of the Thralls and he shall look upon ourselves with favor.” With that I turn dismissing Sawney with a glance, and go about readying myself. Tonight our enemies shall know fear.

My nerves steeled by It’s proclamation, our sights are set. It has followed the Seraphs order, and now we are free. I ready myself drawing upon my will, envisioning a great warrior clad in bronze on a rust field. I breathe deeply feeling my surroundings as a legionnaire of a lost time long ago. Strategies form within my mind, time honored and respected. I shall bring renown upon myself, my pack, and my clan. Blood starts to cloud my vision, I am Mars, the Red God of War.  

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I may be the first up but i am usually the last to gather. My appearance has shifted to carry this nights messages of war.

My long curly blond hair has been chopped down to just a few inches, my white skin carrying our messages via tattoo.

A black skeleton stomps an ivory angel on my bare stomach, a set of black lips rest on the left side of my neck, a tribal looking pattern of blocks of and dots runs down my right leg and dissapear into myh eavy boots. The final message takes the form of a violent star looks to be ripping from the flesh on the back of my right hand.

I raided the closets upstairs, chopping clothes to fit what i needed. My blood clogged jeans were chopped down to skanky shorts and a random teeshirt cut to keep that skeleton in view.

Aside from Sawney i may be the only packmate with a weapon... my wicked knife hangs from my belt, but its much less for combat than it is for cleanup after the fact...

Killing others prevents them from bringing about their own damnation. But there is no greater sin than a cainite squandering his gifts... and besides, I never liked the Nosferatu.

Its memory is flawless, It's sermons, numinous. Acid has always had impeccable timing, and Its ability to select the most appropriate of passages from the myriad volumes of Canite lore is ... inspired.

One can easily appreciate why the others hang on his words, he has an invaluable talent for guidance that I have never possessed. My leadership is more... corporeal in nature, I can only lead by example. My actions have always overshadowed my words.

With a simple nod of agreement, I turn from It and the others and make my way to the Van. I have no preparations to make, all that I need, I was reborn with.

Its impossible to hide my excitement. This is what we live for. Being cooped up in this house hasnt been easy or fun for any of us. Waiting for second rate whelps to finish scouting when we should already be standing atop piles of ash and wearing fangs as jewlery.

Acids words only amp me up further, I give Enoch a little shove just in case hes not as ready as I am before i follow Pathos out the door and into that damn van.

 Feeling the shove from Dust I realize I have drifted off again. I allow myself to reign in control. I follow her, Acid behind me. As It closes the door, the van starts pulling out of the drive...

Soon's evr'body's in, Ah takes off like a prom-dress. It'sa bit of a drive, and Ah'm up here all by mah lonesome, so Ah pass the tahm thinkin' about my Delia back home. Now all these damn city-girls round here're uglier'n Death eatin' crackers, an' so damned narrow-minded, they can see through a keyhole with both eyes! But my sister, boy Ah'll tell you, she's jus' finer than frog hair.

Ah know whut ta do, an' where ta go, Ah done went thar ju' a few hours ago ta check up on things. Ya ask me, it woulda been simpler if Ah'da jus' taken the little critter while he slept, but he weren't nowhere's ta be found an' Acid n' Pathos done tol' me not ta go wanderin' about, jus' stick to the map. So that's whut Ah done did.