This is also the first time I have used fleshies and I must say that they make perfect vampires. Should have used brown for the street but I didn´t have the pieces so black had to do. It´s also the first time I tried SNOT and I must say that it worked out quite well. They are definitely better than my dreadful MOC the admins entries at least These are my second vignettes and I must say that I´m really pleased with them.
#EREBUS GATEWAY HADES SKIN#
I approach from behind, my skin warm like a living woman´s, my chest heaving in and out an unnecessary but welcome breath. But this is my domain, and unlike most, I take the welfare of the herd seriously. He wishes to sate his refined blood-hunger. He sees a redheaded (my mom) on the stewhouse steps, and I can all but hear his Beast growl. Sir Vincent´s flesh is already cold of course, for he cares nothing for the living. he does not breathe, and he wears clothes to light to hold back the night´s chill. They fear the darkness, and he relishes in it. Bearing arms and walking tall in the midst of the huddled workers. All the while, they forget that they were born to life and treat those who were their brothers as nothing but. They ride to battle to prove their mastery.
The Gates of Erebus dont open in every room, in fact, similar to the Gates of Chaos, they are actually quite. Like the Gates of Chaos, they are small circular holes in the ground that you can travel through instead of choosing your next chamber based on the reward it offers. But they scoff, call us idealists or even deluded madmen. To reach Erebus by Hades, you will have to go through an Erebus gate. An ember of that still lives in our dead hearts, it is up to us to stoke it. While we war and rage, these lowly men and women live lives of passion and community. The Embrace has deadened our hearts, but it need not have closed our eyes. This is where we must find our inspiration, our life. Prince Alexander, though thrice removed from Caine himself, could not stand without the support of his vassals. Feudal oaths run both ways, and the king who doesn´t honour his subjects is bound to fall. They speak of duty and destiny, but they are but automatons of tyranny. Let my noble-blooded fellows come here and see the life they so foolishly have abandoned. We delude ourselves into thinking we are invincible while we lurch toward our own destruction.Īt least here, among the thieves, traders and washerwomen of Paris, I am away from such hubris. We scheme against the Artisan Queens and the Warlords of Saxony and England. The fools! The tyrant Alexander is gone from this so-called Grand Court, but we continue to play the roles he set for us. To calm the Beast, I walk, seeking the company of the kine lest my fellow Cainites arouse my ire.
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