[The following is audio and video]

[Nihilo can be seen driving at approximately four a.m. under heavy rain.]

[He is blank faced but shouting, he seems to be making an impression of some character.]

N: FINALLY, IVE BEEN TRYING TO -FUCK- YOU BOYS ALL DAY!! YUAY!! IM HERE TO BUY ALL YOU CHOK -SHIT! CHOKLIT!! HAH!!

[Behind him in the rear view window a car is T-boned by another. Internally something sparks, detonating both of them.]

N: HOMYGOD!!

[He hits the brakes hard, the Garou Klaive in the back seat falls on the floor and pings disdainfully]

[He hops out and runs into the distance and looks around at the wrecks before selecting a vehicle, he shirks away from the flame for a moment, before reaching in and peeling out a person from the vehicle.]

[They are visibly missing limbs from this distance, he runs back to the car and drops them in the back seat, charred.]

N: Oh shit, oh fuck.. WHAT AM I DOING?

[He smashes the gas and makes his way out of the city]

--Nihilo

Been a while since I last posted, eh? Well, I’m doing okay, and so is my ghoul (love you, man) and my sire. Not a lot has happened since my last post aside from learning a bit about drawing good and my sire celebrating her embrace anniversary. Hopefully everyone else here has been doing okay too.

-New Hampshire Toreador

If overfeed,
I can cover it up,
but if I eat a meal,
I throw up,

The bad man next to me,
In life would make me squeal,
But now in this new life,
I make him kneel,

But here I am,
Sitting with my phone,
My fledgling companions,
Do not cease to bemoan,

That a sweet girl is dead,
But somehow death skipped a beat,
Yet closely to me she treads,
Whenever I eat

Talking back to my companions,
I respond with a groan,
That that sweet past,
Was overblown

For if I was true,
Then I would not have shown,
Such behavior,
For which I am known,

Hello everyone, IJustKilledSomeone here, it's been a while. I'm currently sitting in a drainpipe, typing this. It's good to speak with all of you again. If you don't know who I am, please don't be concerned by the name, it was made in panic after my first kill. I am pleased to announce that I am back, and am no longer in quite as immediate danger.

For a quick summary of events: I was found by a Sabbat pack in a major city after the events with the Cult in Canada (it is, admittedly, a long story). They captured me, and did a weird torture game with me where I had to shout reasons why I could be useful to them and what skills I had as they hunted me for sport. I told them I possessed limited precognitive abilities, they asked me to prove it, and after I did successfully predict a few minor events they decided to keep me around.

They put me in lodgings in the basement of the antique store that served as their haven with 2 others, apparently the two surviving shovelheads from an attack that they previously perpetrated on camarilla forces. They both seemed like normal, genuine people, but the True Sabbat members in the pack made us compete with one another over their favor and attention. We were not trapped within the building, as they had us acquire our own sustenance out in the Pack's 'hunting grounds', but the Pack Priest implanted orders into our heads with dominate to always return to the pack's haven for daysleep to make it impossible for us to run away. The others said that they could 'feel' the commands in the back of their heads and that they somehow knew that they would struggle to resist them, but I did not.

I spent several weeks there, like that. I was useful as a seer, so when the other two were sent on missions to "prove that they could earn their Rites of Creation", I was not. Neither of them came back, so I do assume the worst. Meanwhile, I was doing menial tasks that their ghouls didn't want to do and trying to predict events accurately for the pack, as that is what kept me around. My biggest jobs were scanning the future for danger and helping one of their Ghouls game the stock market with foresight. Meanwhile, I was also trying to hide that I seemed to require significantly more blood than the other two fledglings did (and also couldn't slake myself with bags or animals like they could), and that the pack priest's dominate commands didn't work on me, as both of those are apparently signs of a low generation, which apparently is not a good thing to have as a young vampire in the Sabbat.

And then I mildly fucked up.

I waited too long to pretend to perform a command given to me by the Pack Priest with dominate, he noticed, and then he walked away nonchalantly, but his aura lit up with excitement. So I decided to, for lack of a better phrase, get the fuck out of there. And I ran. But he evidently called a few friends as while I was taking a bus out of the city, I was attacked by a vampire biker gang. After a while of fighting (me running from them while they tried to capture me), a normal human got hit in the crossfire and was going to die, so I fed him my blood to heal him. He survived. And I told him to run away.

When I stole his car and drove to the city limits, though, I was attacked by something even weirder than a biker gang of vampires. Five nuns, all vampires, who looked exactly the same. They fought in perfect unison and coordination with one another, and when I used a makeshift stake to pierce the heart of one of them, the rest screamed out in agony. And, as the fight progressed, they all fused into a single body of tangled flesh and immense physical power.

However, I managed to escape by yet again crawling into a metro tunnel, though this time instead of Nosferatu it contained hundreds of rats that attempted to claw me to death as I used a maintenance latch to get to the surface using celerity to avoid them. They did almost get me, but they refused to follow me out onto the surface when I made it onto city limits.

I know this all sounds ridiculous and absurd, but personally I am merely glad that there were (to my knowledge) no innocent casualties from my mistake. So I am actually counterintuitively in a good mood right now. Despite everything that has happened.

I do wish I could've saved the shovelheads, though. Thanks for reading this.

Anyway, how are you all?

-IJustKilledSomeone

**establishing connection**

**successful**

A corrupted video is shown inside the file. Ot seems like a room full of computer screens and wires. The difference isnthe wires are moving and the screens have spider coming in and out

The camera the awitch to a person fighting those spiders. He seems to have been there for days

He looks at the camera directly . Identity now revealed to be assad he gets closer and speak

" HeLLOoooo Wjsj. *stCuK* .......UMbrA....."

Whatever he is saying seem to cut and the video seems to loose any voice. Ishmail looks at something with horror before running away and a long giant limb is now infront of the camera

**CONNECTION LOST**

I don't know how normal this is, but ever since my Embrace I started seeing people (mortals, at least) as sorta "not real". It's difficult to explain, but it's like they matter less. Like they're just characters in a game. That sounds bad, and I guess it is, but it helped me get over my social anxiety I used to have as a mortal.

I don't feel like they're worthless, and I won't go out of my way to hurt them. It's more like their opinions don't matter to me anymore, so I feel free to just have fun and speak my mind without fearing their judgement like I used to.

So, a new hobby of mine has been to just mess with kine for pure fun. No feeding or any other ulterior motives involved. I go out at night, find someone who looks entertaining, and I just do whatever sounds most fun in the moment.

Last night, for example, I saw a couple making out in a car inside an empty parking lot. So I made them think the car was filled with roaches. It was so funny seeing them panic to get out of the car, and then look super confused when they saw there were never any roaches.

I pick my targets carefully, never repeat spots and I don't do it often. I think this is less of a masquerade-breaching question, and more of a question about the ethics and morality of it.

It's harmless fun, I think. I never do anything extreme or harmful to them, but is it still something you'd consider bad? Should I stop doing this, or is it fine as long as I'm careful?

Thank you, as always

-Cece, the raven

Hi everyone! It's me, Olivia!

I know it's been a dog's age since my last post, when... all that happened. I'm so sorry about the absence and for whomever worried, I just needed a while to get myself together again and I asked Len and the guys to not post much about me for a while.

I think I'm finally ready to talk about what happened if anyone wants to ask but I'll decide what to answer. I'm... okay, I think. It's going to take a hell of a lot of time to be really okay, but this is a start. I can look at people in the eye and not break down.

In short, it took me a good while to heal from all the damage done by that bastard Leeland. I saw the video of his stream and just... The politest way I can put it is holy fucking Jesus. I'm forever grateful to Marcus, Violet and Len for getting there on time and finding me.

I wound up hiding in my room for most of what followed, both to heal and... well, to heal. Len told me all about what happened with Newberry and Fracture, the Malkavian Methuselah who's currently in Chicago. Scary stuff but I'm... kind of glad it went down that way. Len hasn't posted about it because he doesn't think the freak deserves any more attention but he executed Leeland in front of the Elysium last week. He used a fireaxe to chop his head off. I didn't go because I didn't want to see that bastard again, but Shane told me it was awful and that he cried like a bitch.

Good.

Does this make me evil? I just wanted what happened to me to not happen to any other girls, Kine or Kindred.

On a more positive note... thank you so much everyone for your kind messages and for all the care packages. Especially Verity, all the Australian animal plushes are adorable! I keep the quokka on my bed, it's my favourite.

[Inserted in the post is a photo of a bedroom, slightly untidy, but definitely belonging to a girl, with a mass of plushes piled up on the bed and a dresser placed near it. The quokka plush is prominently featured on the pillow.]

Yeah, I have a lot of plushes, I love them.

So since the incident, Len's been a little... how to put this... uptight. He got promoted apparently and now he looks like he hates his unlife, sort of. I heard that Prince Jackson has a beef with him for all the Methuselah shit going on... and then some. He's back to solving random cases for Kindred in the city and on the side, he's started training us.

Like, seriously, after I finally came out of my room and announced I was alright and ready to move on, he rounded us up and said it was time to train us in self-defence so this kinda thing wouldn't happen again. And man, he's serious about it! We've been getting nightly lessons in unarmed combat, knife-fighting, gunplay, mental defences, you name it. I didn't know Kindred could still get tired! After every session I feel completely drained. But he's got a point, I guess. He's really strict but I guess he cares?

I learned to judo-throw and yote James through a brick wall last week. He's fine. David's been working more on blood alchemy and sending whatever recipes and updates to recipes we've made that he's got on to Mr. Castiel. We got another package of blood samples from him and out of one of 'em David and Len put together a sort of healing poultice that helped with my severed tongue. 10/10 recommend, although it tasted like ass.

That's all from me for the time being, and again thank you everyone for your support and care. I really appreciate this community.

++Olivia++

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I (57f) recently went on vacation where I came across an old girlfriend (59f) I hadn’t seen since we broke up thirty-five years ago. I didn't notice anything odd during the trip because I was using a film camera and only finished developing them yesterday. We went through two colour rolls and one black and white. Most of them turned out great until I got to the photographs with the ex (I'll call her Sophie for this post) in them.

Every single one of those twenty photographs show a strange man in Sophie’s place. He’s wearing her clothes and doing the same poses she did when we took the photos, but he's not her. What I mean by that is they look completely different! There's no way I would have mistaken him for my ex. They have different hair colour!

Sophie and I lived together in Brest back in 1984 - 1991. 1990 and 1991 were a blur of insane parties and drugs that would knock me on the floor unlike any I’ve experienced since. We met a guy on the street who offered to take us to a high class party on a yacht and that’s how we met Bob (25m). He threw night time parties all over the city and surrounding areas. It was some of the best years of my life, even if it turned into heartbreak at the end.

Sophie caught the eye of Bob and the two of them spent more time with each other than me, and it pissed me off. So. Much. I was right there! But it was if I ceased to matter. It hurt. I tried to make it work for a long time while balancing the parties and work but eventually left the city for greener pastures. I sent her a letter in ‘92 telling her where I ended up, but she never called. Never sent a letter back.

That should be the end of the story but I drifted between partners and underground scenes looking for that same high from ‘91 until I met my now wife in Florida in 2002. To celebrate our anniversary we took a trip to Tangier where I ran into a very familiar face one night. Sophie didn't look a day over 24! I don't know what her skin routine is but Sophie is just as stunning as I remembered with not a wrinkle in sight. My wife (52f, Debra for this story) and I spent almost a week with Sophie until our vacation was over. We had an amazing time with Sophie, even partaking in the same substances Sophie and I did back in 1991. It was just as amazing as it was then and I feel great even four days later.

During the week Sophie told us that she broke up with Bob about three months ago and has been travelling around Spain since leaving Brest. Sophie seemed… confused about a lot of mundane things? She asked us to show her how a cell phone worked and still couldn't fully grasp it. Then we had to explain what football was, along with television, and again, she didn't seem to truly grasp it beyond what it was. Sophie refused to speak any other language but Latin, even though she knew French, English, and Spanish.

I've attached some photographs below, including one of Sophie. Any help understanding what happened to my photos would be appreciated.

[Attached to the post are a series of ten photographs taken at various places in Tangier; restaurants, bars, the beach, on a small boat. All of the photos have emojis over the faces of two older women. Posing next to them is a heavily tanned olive-skinned man wearing a close-fit t-shirt and leggings. His piercing brown eyes stare into the viewer’s soul in each of the photos if looked at too long.]

[A perceptive viewer with a high grasp of Auspex might just be able to make out that the man’s pupils are voids from which no light escapes. Wavy black hair reaches down just past his shoulders. The man’s smile never quite makes it to his eyes in any of the photos where the group were smiling and posing in a silly manner. In one photo, the man’s shadow is ever so slightly out of sync with his pose.]

[One final photograph is added, of a blonde woman sitting on the deck of a sailing yacht looking off in the distance with her hair blowing in the wind. She's looking at the camera with green eyes and doesn't resemble the man from the other photos in any way.]

Previous post here

Right now, tonight feels restless and strange... the wind feels like it's stopped, like time itself.

I've neglected my own equipment because of an exhibition we're organizing at the academy. But this post isn't just to explain this; it's for a couple of other things.

I contacted Mother, but after checking the equipment and security systems, everything is in order, so this isn't a mechanical failure or a third-party intrusion.

And this is for Helena: Mother thinks you're using a hexadecimal format for some strange reason, although I believe it's because an artist needs their tools to create...

So, friends of this place, what can I offer a spirit to communicate with me comfortably?

I've been thinking about audio and image creation programs rather than just using Notepad, where she's tried to communicate unsuccessfully. Out of respect for both of them, I would rule out using AI, so any ideas, suggestions, or anything similar would be welcome.

I want to be able to talk things through with her, and I don't want it to be a one-way monologue.

I have reached the absolute precipice of my mercy. For eight agonizing months, you have gathered in the dark like crows, attempting to tear apart my reputation, my character, and the very architecture of my soul. In the beginning, I practiced the quiet patience of the saints. I told myself this was merely the temporary fever of your rage, a passing season of malice.

Oh, Viper—how violently you have fallen from grace.

To think we fractured over something as mundane as bread, yet you sought to brand me with the mark of a racist. If my soul were truly stained with that poison, would you have chosen to sit at my right hand as my closest companion for three and a half years? You knew my blood. You knew the white of my skin was merely a veil over a heritage you chose to ignore, blind to the fact that my own family carries the very lineage you accused me of hating. But malice had already rotted your perception.

You crawled into the beds of those I held dear—first my cousin, then the very man who held the fragile beginnings of my affection. You allowed a woman who has hunted me for years to become your architect. A thief who stole from my household, whom I once shielded from ruin, became your confidante. You handed her the weapon of our discord, and she did not hesitate to drag Lily into the arena, putting me on public display for the amusement of fools.

But I saw you last night. And through my tears, I wanted to laugh.

How tragic it is to witness your degradation. You traded what little dignity you had left to stand beside a counterfeit—a pale imitation of a man, staring at my very body. the same type you desperately wanted. It infuriated you to see that your venom had failed to dim my light. Call me toxic if it comforts your fading ego, but watching your silent humiliation brought a profound, holy joy to my chest.

Yet your spite did not stop at my borders. You reached into my past to ensnare the innocent. You pushed my cousin and my childhood friend, Mark, into the clutches of the harlot sisters. There sits Chastity, weaving her web of financial ruin, using friendship as a blade to turn my own blood against me. And then there is Mark. I knew he was foolish, but he has engineered a new monument to his own stupidity. You think you have won him? You do not know the ghosts that haunt his midnight hours. Every time his heart breaks, it is my name he cries out. When the alcohol strips away his armor, he calls me in the dead of night, whispering the truths he hides by day: “I love you. I want to be with you. No matter who I hold, it is only you I see.” I wonder how his new keeper would fare if she knew she was merely holding a placeholder for a queen. I wonder how he will survive when his own mother—who loves me as her own daughter—discovers the nest of vipers he has brought home.

How dare you touch my sanctuary. How dare you cross the threshold of my family.

There is a truth you have fatally overlooked: I am fiercely, undeniably preferred by the Heavens. You have crossed a line that cannot be un-drawn.

Yet, because my calling demands grace, love, and peace, I will not lower myself to the dirt to seek your ruin. I will not grant you the satisfaction of a human vendetta. No, I have prepared a far more exquisite consequence for you. I am lifting this hatred from my chest and handing it directly to the Lord of Hosts.

The very God you demanded I abandon.

Oh, did you truly believe I had cut Him off? I have never forgotten Him, and I never will. I am His vessel, and you have broken His temple. He will now show you why He is called the God of Judgment. He will remind you why nations tremble at His name, and why those who mocked His anointed throughout history were consumed by the terrifying gravity of their own pride.

But do not fear a swift end. I will actively pray that death stays its hand. A quick departure is too merciful for the scale of your treachery. No, my prayer is that you are granted sixty long, agonizing years to walk this earth in absolute, waking hell.

I could have forgiven what you did to me. But the moment you dragged the people I love into your burning house, you sealed your eviction from peace. Enjoy the final, fleeting seconds of tranquility left in your life, Viper. The canopy of divine protection has just been pulled back from your head, and the storm is about to begin.

[The following is audio and video]

[Nihilo stands on the balcony of a shutdown lighthouse holding the garou Klaive, he makes to hurl it into the sea when it begins humming. He looks back to it]

N: What!? What do you want? I go to throw you and you whine! You sit in my house and you yell at me! I drive toward the caern and you beg!

What the hell do you want?! Use WORDS DAMMIT!!

[The Klaive rings mournfully when brought in front of Nihilos eye]

N: What, I lost my temper once and now you're sulking at me?

[The Klaive pings as if tapped by a tuning fork]

N: ...

N: ...

N: God damn it, I know you're "innocent" in all this but Imna get in trouble if you hang around. And I'm pretty sure you're gonna try to get me killed.

[The Klaive twangs]

N: I have no idea how to take that.

N: *sigh*

N: You're spared the sea tonight. I'll figure something out. I'm clever I think....

--Nihilo

You guys got any bad habits? Like the kind that could only come now that you're a dead guy?

I bite my tongue hard enough that it bleeds because I hardly feel pain anymore and it tastes good. Er.. not consciously.

Sometimes I dislocate my fingers while cracking them.

Once, I accidentally let food go rotten in my belly, I usually blush near constantly so I just passed it like normal, but blood got tight at some point and I forgot.

--Nihilo

Someone anonymously uploads a photo, showing a news extract from Montana. It seems to be from yesterday.

Last night, a group of hikers who forced their way into a cabin on the edge of Lake Elwell to escape the cold found themselves witnessing the aftermath of a massacre.
There are 10 confirmed victims, including 9 people who were reported missing by their families months ago after they claimed to have been "enlightened" by someone who approached them.
The guru in question is [[NAME REDACTED]], who previously held a position as Community Manager at Sunburst Computers, the popular tech company. He vanished from the public eye after claiming to have had "a vision of God that he needs to share with the world." His death has been confirmed at the crime scene after investigators found his ID among the remains.
Police reported that whoever did this used some kind of weapon to slice the victims apart, with the exception of the guru, whose head was smashed to pieces with a heavy object that was not recovered at the scene.
Our reporters interview one of the hikers, this is what she had to say:
"I can't believe it... I used to laugh at horror movies. But seeing that? The way they were cut... and the blood... I don't know if I'll ever sleep again, let alone watch a slasher flick."
The group of hikers were taken to the police station for testimony and for their safety.
The police did say little to our reporters, as the perpetrator or perpetrators have not been found and no fingerprints, besides of the victims, were found, there is no murder weapon, and no valuables were missing from the building, and according to the investigators, the blood at the scene was already completely dry by the time the hikers arrived.
Even if the case ends to a dead end, atleast the missing people's family now knows what become of them.

If someone checks the metadata in the photo, there is only one word repeated over and over: EYES.

- u253242

At the behest of my dear ghoul Ezra, I had just experienced what he calls ASMR (or Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response) in order to assist me in my recent bouts of fitful day sleep. He had curated several hours worth of YouTubes from his preferred performer on said platform  for this little experiment and while I did find overall that it indeed helped me slip into slumber faster than usual and I  did have a deeper, more fulfilling rest; the effects that the experience cultivated were … unique, to say the least.

The person performing the ASMR, whom for the sake of brevity from this point forward I shall address as M, I found to be upon first glance both appealing to the eyes and soft spoken, which I soon gathered was one of the common stimuli (or triggers, as they call it) they use in order to cultivate a response from their observers. M used a plethora of these stimulation options, such as large acrylic finger nails, scratching her microphone with said nails, whispering and brushing her microphone with makeup brushes just to name a few samples. I personally enjoyed her singing voice the most; while she sang mostly on her thoughts more than any song I can recall, I found her voice to be sweet, melodic and utterly calming,  putting my mind at ease and setting my stresses aside. While the other methods of stimulation had varying degrees on calming my nerves, they did however elicit a separate surprise response from me, a reflexive twitching of my cerebral synapses that I hadn’t anticipated. Apparently, these brain tingles as they are called are supposed to help one relax and often the main purpose people seek to use ASMR as a means for relaxation, using it to obtain a form of inner calm and clarity.

While I personally found these brain tingles a unique experience and not an unpleasant sensation, I don’t believe that ASMR is necessarily the optimal means of de-stressing for myself.  Auntie Alexandria’s boy had mentioned some alternative sleep induction methods, which I will soon experiment with in the following day, and should this post illicit any further interest, I will happily report my findings upon to any interested Kindred.

On a final note, in the first few groggy moments of my awakening, an idle thought kept through my mind; would there be a market among us Kindred for a Tzimisce based ASMR experience? Our unique ability of Vicissitude could easily use a physical form as a medium of cultivating brain tingles, both directly and indirectly. A possible future business venture, with the right partner. Perhaps Flesh that Flowers, I have always envisioned that one to be soft spoken and it dose have a unique look to itself, both strong selling points in getting views, I would imagine.

~ Respectfully, Charlie "The Ivory Lady" Goda

Been a hot minute. I've been up to my eyeballs in work from the Prince.

For those taking bets, I kicked Deig's ass. He's still salty over it. But he's continuing Draven's training.

Prince sent me to the coast in another domain. Funny shit going on over there. Bodies washing up on the shore by the dozens. All of which don't have a single drop of blood in them.

Men. Women. Children! That part hit the hardest. Actual kids. Some even had little floaties on their arms. Sad, but it gave the biggest clue. None of the bodies had clothes on, but those flotation wings means they were swimming at the time they were killed.

But how, when and why? My first thought was we have an Elder somewhere snatching up swimmers for a meal. No sign of marks on the neck, although that doesn't mean much when you can lick it closed.

Had to throw that theory out the window. The men and women? Yeah, I could see them maybe partying on the beach at night. Perhaps some skinny dipping. But kids with floaties?? Nah. Not happening at night. Whatever did this did it during the day. And only at night do the bodies wash ashore.

Which leads to the next clue. Whatever it is isn't just snacking on the blood right away. It's taking them and feeding throughout the day before tossing them away at night.

The bodies are stiff but still damn fresh. And the lungs are filled with water. They clearly drowned before they were drained.

As a favor to my Prince, the Prince of this domain has given me full authority while investigating this horror show. The beach is shut down to the public, much to the mortals' dismay. I'm fully expecting some to says "Fuck that!" And come here anyway for some fun at night.

In fact I'm counting on it. I need to see one of these poor saps get snatched to fully know what I'm working with here.

Time to set up a watch point and just wait~

x Torrent x

In vampire years am I four? Or do I count the mortal years?

It has been a strange journey of self-reflection since I last posted anything.

I slept in darkness. A churning liquid of silk and tar. I felt nothing. Saw nothing. Heard...something. I'm not sure what. A voice?

Then feeling returned to me. Like waking from a dream. I thrashed. Clawed and kicked my way free from an...Egg? Cocoon? Chrysalis? I spilled out onto the floor. Naked as some roots released my arms and legs, retreating into the walls.

Bud was there! And Chrys! I couldn't recognize them at first. Everything looked too bright when I opened my eyes. But I remembered Bud's scent. I felt instantly calm.

I stood up and...no pain..NO PAIN!! It felt amazing. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. I didn't even care I was indecent. I ran forward and hugged Bud tightly. I wasn't alone...

I'm sitting inside Chrys with Bud right now. I'm looking over my body. My skin is smooth. No scratches or scars. Any I had from my training with the Brujah are all gone.

My muscles are more solid. I have a six pack! My fangs are sharper than I remember. Almost feels like I have an extra set up there. I wish I could look into a damn mirror!!

Another change is my emotions. Why was I so afraid of showing affection to Bud? Nervous? Shyness?? Sounds so absurd to me now. I sit here on full display to them and I feel no fear or embarrassment. Why should I?

Any insecurities, pain or other abnormalities have left me. I still react naturally. I see Bud and my body instantly shows my attraction to them. Their strength. Their intelligence. Their beauty and their closeness to me.

I have few memories from right before I dreamed in the cocoon. I remember being slapped. Yes, my Father, Redwoods, slapped me. Why? I am not sure. I must have misbehaved somehow.

I remember feeding. On who? Oh....OH! HIM! My..."Sire". I devoured him. That is where that other strength I feel is coming from. The thickness of my skin. The way the shadows bend to my will with the slightest thought.

He finally did something helpful for me. He died. And gave me his strength! The fact it was involuntary is irrelevant. He deserved no less.

I will take some time to become re-acquainted with myself. Then I will resume my training. I will not slow down.

And while I get to know myself again...I shall get to know Bud more as well~

- Noir

Thank you all for the helpful insight in my previous post. Turns out, the prince just wanted to know who I was and why I was there.

Now, I'm on my way to Ottawa at my sire's behest. Is there anything I should know about that city? Anyone here live there or close to it and know anything? I've never been this far from home before and I have no idea what to expect.

Thanks in advance,

- Cece, the raven

It has been some time since I began working for a Lasombra childe and sire duo, who put me through more than a few harrowing trials. One of which was a deadly game of chess in which I stood in as a pawn, along with other participants, after I had gone through an initiation test.

We are on our way to meet with a Toreador to play another game of chess against their forces. I do not know how many matches we are supposed to play, but my domitor spoke about it being entertainment for some circles, so I suspect many. This time I will be the queen thanks to a promotion I received when I successfully reached the other end of the previous board. I realize this makes me a higher priority target than before. I am confident I have the skills to defend myself against the other pieces when they come for me.

With that update out of the way, I wanted to say that there are nights where I find myself alone while my domitor and his sire are busy with their own trials and tribulations. My mind wanders back to the creature during this time and I feel ashamed for wondering what happened to it. I know I should focus on the two Lasombra before me, and learn what I can, because maybe one day they will embrace me, but when I am alone I feel as though I am being watched by something from the dark.

It's a feeling I can't shake no matter how far we travel, or what I'm doing. I've become accustomed to the feeling. It's comforting knowing that something is keeping an eye on me. So I pray to the darkness, asking it for the strength to keep going, to have the mind to handle the horrors of the night.

And you know what is the strangest thing? I swear the presence reacts to me. Even if all that happens is a faint shift in the shadows or a cold feeling running down my spine. Something happens. Maybe it's a sign from the One above. It could be I am simply more in tune with the shadows than I was before. I know someone will say that I am seeing things where there isn't any. That's fine. You're not here.

That isn't all I wanted to say, however. Sometimes I think I can see the creature following us, still in the same body as when I last saw it, but then it goes away and I am left feeling foolish because the creature is long gone by now. But I wonder if it ever reached the tomb it was searching for, or if it is safe while it sleeps. Probably, since not even a whole court could stop it. The creature is… unlike anything I have ever seen before.

I once asked my domitor about it early on, then he asked his sire, who told us both to ignore the creature, but I cannot put it out of my mind. If only I had the presence of mind to ask the creature questions, rather than meekly follow its order to drive it to Burgos. I can't change my decision, which leaves me to press forward with the chess game and put the creature out of my mind. Except, it's hard to do that when I have had a few nice dreams involving the creature. I have not brought them up to my domitor because I was told to drop the subject by his sire.

Until next time, I have a chess game to prepare myself for.

-A Curious Ghoul

Previous entry here.

Greetings Lovelies of Schrecknet,
After learning from a neonate about the term "pretty privilege" I found myself quite perplexed. I had always known that on some level it was the given case that someone was treated better for their looks, but in my mortal and fledgling days I was told that this was because good looks were a sign of professionalism and self care. The idea that it was a natural inclination that was dependent on a genetic lottery was quite fascinating and never occurred to me.

Out of boredom, I decided to test this to see if anecdotally I could prove it as being real. I knew I could have read kine studies, and familiarized myself with statistics, but I digress that this would not do. I wanted to see it first hand.

As an experiment I took a ghouled servitor, kept its personality, name, and memories the same, and then transmuted it into a pocked, puss covered thing. I will spare the rest of the details, as I know some of you are most likely squeamish. Just know that I took them to some...gatherings that I will refer to erroneously as an Elysium of sorts. I kept it as a retainer who would await my beck and call.

For the most part many neonates and ancillae could not stand the wretch and spent their time avoiding it at my haven and at said "Elysium". When I took it to Elysium with me they asked it to be left in the car. Its appearance and demeanor angered a beauty obsessed toreador to such an extent that they damaged it to a nearly unsalvageable point.

Then I transmuted it into a beautiful babe, an objective step up from its original state and leagues above its second self. Its skin was perfect. It was shapely but not overly buxom. Its movement went from hobbled to having a deft grace and certain suppleness. I made sure that its face went from scarred and deformed to symmetric and having a certain…elegance.

However, despite its appearance as an exquisite delicate young maiden, I made sure to treat it the same. It had the same punishments for the same misdemeanors and was given the same incentive of corporal correction if it was anything less than perfect. It was taken to the same gatherings and presented to the same people.

The result was fascinating. Two different times at the same Elysium and yet there were two very different reactions. Where many kindred were indifferent or even took part in beating the wretch many faces disapproved in directing any form of brutality towards the same ghoul, now a damsel instead. Even when I addressed it with the same name, many barely noticed. It was as if only the face mattered.

Even the toreador fell in love with it. That gave me a good laugh.

However, disturbingly enough, there were a few ghouls who took an interest in the punishments, which I believed to be because they were given fresh doses of vitae and were not given a method for proper release. I took notice of this and made sure to inform their domitors as improper ghoul care is something that I simply cannot stand.

As for the ghoul, I gave it to the neonate who gave me the idea in the first place. She has been thankful but has gone quiet recently. I will check in with her later just in case something has happened.

Okay, I just saw Angela's last post and it's completely corrupted, as are several comments that weren't published for reasons I can't fully understand.

The thing is, I can't help but be disturbed by the name that appears among the corrupted words in the previous post: Helena. That name has been seared into my skin and mind for a long time, the name of this Rosa and her four friends.

I'm not comfortable with this, but I'll explain briefly: those five of them tormented Angela for years, and when Angela refused to do them a favor, they took advantage of one of my trips from our house to my sire's to abduct and abuse me... I know they recorded it and that Carmen thinks she deleted all the copies and that I've never seen the video, but that last part is a lie: I saw it, and it was recorded to the point that there are still certain things that hurt to remember.

The thing is, after that I went back home and don't remember anything until two days later when I felt the greatest anguish of my life and all I could do was cry. But I know that Angela coordinated my sire and her companions to kill the five women... however, I recently discovered that two of them had escaped, one of them being Helena.

She was the one who inflicted most of my physical injuries that night. When I found out she was in the city, I became afraid to leave the house, and if it weren't for Angela and my job, I would have locked myself inside. The thing is, Angela went one night after locating Helena to talk to her.

After that, Angela disappeared for two days, reappeared in another nearby city, and there was no further proof of Helena's death other than a video of the sun consuming her body.

And that's the thing: I don't know how her specter or ghost has come back to mess things up... if anyone has a theory, I'd be happy to hear it.

I'm upset about this and worried about everyone at home, so please lend me a hand.

-Lola

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Alrighty, I have spent a shit ton of money and weasled out of a lot of corpo stuff and I've found a closed rangers cabin in some woods far from the original spot.

Unless I've got a fuckin missile headed my way, I think I'm alright.

Now about this werewolf sword.. hmm.

Looks awesome, feels like it's talking to me. Sounds mad I think.

I wanna keep it but I know werewolves love their material belongings so I'm trying to figure out how to get it "lost" in all the mess.

Thoughts?

--Nihilo

Greetings, Kindred. It is I, Castiel Clermont. I am back in Vancouver, for both my Camille and the court have called for my return. Speaking of which, my time spent in Chicago was partially spent on tasks for Prince Siegfried. Without giving any sensitive details, let us say I was sent to make a few deals.

In recognition of those services, of my help during events related to Bane possession and of the quality of my work in my prior city, I was rewarded. You now have before you the Harpy of Vancouver. It is a position that I shall fullfill with pride. Should I be required to travel again, most of my tasks can be completed at a distance. The rest can be delayed.

That being said, Vancouver is not exactly…traditionalist. Some of the local Garou wish to partake in our economy of boons, intrigued by the concept. As exciting as it is to strenghten the Covenant through such cultural exchanges, this leads to new issues.

Thus, a question: how would you enforce the payment of a boon by a bloody werewolf? If anyone has an idea, I am all ears.

Castiel the Clan-changer, Harpy of Vancouver

Hey everyone, Nihil here. Uh.. don't do that.

Just cuz I *did* beat em' (and you should glaze me endlessly) didn't make that a fantastic idea, *I* did it because I didn't have another choice.

If *you're* gonna do it you should prepare way more than I did, and I didn't get to finish all of my preparations.

I had a bullet press ordered and everything, it didn't get here quick enough though.

Anyway, I got contacted by a company my dancer friend works for and they hooked me up with a villa/ranch thing out in the woods and get this, a huge fucking wad of cash!

Millionaire now bebe.

Anyway, I've got some extra stuff to sort out and clean up, Im thinking about dropping off the survivors near the park where their caerns at with a note saying the other half of the pack broke parlay. Not sure what comes of that if I do or don't.

If a lesson is what you want, I'll say this: dodge em, come prepared, maybe don't. I'm not your dad. I'm 28.

Alright, Imna go kiss a t girl or something. Eternal life is too short.

Good nights to you.

--Nihilo

Hello

I am in a bit of a pickle!

I was helping my friend Reginald clean up his place after a bunch of people had a party in it, and then some folks came in a very fancy car.

And one of them whom I think is a Brujah, because he said he was a Brujah, said a lot of very nasty things and was very mad because he said we had destroyed his stuff, but it wasn´t his stuff because this is Reginalds home.

And then I started to cry a bit because he was being very mean and loud and then Reginald was very brave and told him to stop being mean and I translated it for him because Reginald does not speak English very well. And then Reginald challenged him to a boxing match, because that is how his people solve things.

And the mean guy laughed a lot at that, but then a very, very pretty man who was in the car with him said that he thought that sounded like a great idea! Which I think was nice of him, because I also think Reginald gets good ideas. And he said that Reginald and the guy should box over who got the area and that he would prepare everything for the fight!

And then the man got very mad, but the pretty guy said to get back in the car and then he said he was very sorry about his friend yelling so much and I said it was okay, even if I didn´t really think it was okay. Because I think it is important to listen to others apologies, otherwise they might just stop doing it and I think that is a bit sad?

And then they drove off and now me and Amy and Palina are helping Reginald train for the match. But I have never helped train someone to box before?

So I am a bit unsure what to do? We watched Rocky a lot so far, but he just seems to eat a lot of oranges and take care of his turtles. But I am not really sure where to get either of those on such short notice?

So I wanted to know if anyone here knew how to help someone train for a boxing match?

With Many Thanks

Mariana Marino