Matt

  • Another Lasombra’s Response

    Oh woe is me, the ever vigilant master of man and beast, cutting a tragic figure with the weight of mine self-entitled rule of the world burdening mine shoulders as I strut the stage and perform feats of such magnificent magnitude that Plato and Shakespeare themselves would suffer rebirth just to pen but a few…[Read more]

  • It was raining.

    Wind rustled through the trees as raindrops fell unbidden amongst the shadows of Krasburg. Somewhere in the distance a lonely owl hooted, the world slept, but the shadows watched.

    Her body lay there, crumpled and alone, soaking in the pooling water in the pavilion by a sole iron lamppost, that splashed light across the…[Read more]

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  • “The Malkavian, Modern Day”
    It was a grubby, run-down street in the Bronx that Gareth stepped into, and his beady eyes shot his gaze to the alleyways that segregated each block, their entrances made all the more ominous by the flickering of dying street lamps lining the way. Normally he would have been comfortable, normally he would have been…[Read more]

  • “The Malkavian, Modern Day”
    It was a grubby, run-down street in the Bronx that Gareth stepped into, and his beady eyes shot his gaze to the alleyways that segregated each block, their entrances made all the more ominous by the flickering of dying street lamps lining the way. Normally he would have been comfortable, normally he would have been…[Read more]

  • <h5>The Malkavian, Modern Day</h5>
    It was a grubby, run-down street in the Bronx that Gareth stepped into, and his beady eyes shot his gaze to the alleyways that segregated each block, their entrances made all the more ominous by the flickering of dying street lamps lining the way. Normally he would have been comfortable, normally he would have…[Read more]

  • The Malkavian, Modern Day

    It was a grubby, run-down street in the Bronx that Gareth stepped into, and his beady eyes shot his gaze to the alleyways that segregated each block, their entrances made all the more ominous by the flickering of dying street lamps lining the way. Normally he would have been comfortable, normally he would have been…[Read more]

  • There was fire. Though it was in the distance it’s heat still kissed the nerves of Alec’s skin as it raged hand-in-hand with the screams of the city’s populace. The smell of death was as prevalent as the ash and smoke that floated about him. And there were sirens amongst the ruins of the city, loud and piercing, harsh on the ears as the cacophony…[Read more]

  • There was fire. Though it was in the distance it’s heat still kissed the nerves of Alec’s skin as it raged hand-in-hand with the screams of the city’s populace. The smell of death was as prevalent as the ash and smoke that floated about him. And there were sirens amongst the ruins of the city, loud and piercing, harsh on the ears as the cacophony…[Read more]

  • There was fire. Though it was in the distance it’s heat still kissed the nerves of Alec’s skin as it raged hand-in-hand with the screams of the city’s populace. The smell of death was as prevalent as the ash and smoke that floated about him. And there were sirens amongst the ruins of the city, loud and piercing, harsh on the ears as the cacophony…[Read more]

  • There was fire. Though it was in the distance it’s heat still kissed the nerves of Alec’s skin as it raged hand-in-hand with the screams of the city’s populace. The smell of death was as prevalent as the ash and smoke that floated about him. And there were sirens amongst the ruins of the city, loud and piercing, harsh on the ears as the cacophony…[Read more]

  • Matt started the topic POV – Alec in the forum Moonlighting 1 year, 5 months ago

    Judith Maric

    True power is the power over life and death, and for a moment I was the God of Death to Judith Maric. Discarded by Sacer, discarded by her brethren, discarded by her lover, she has cut a figure of tragedy from as long as I can remember.

    Despite her nature, she is perhaps one of the purest of us; her naivety has led to rather poor…[Read more]

  • Matt started the topic POV – Alec in the forum Moonlighting 1 year, 5 months ago

    <u>Judith Maric </u>

    True power is the power over life and death, and for a moment I was the God of Death to Judith Maric. Discarded by Sacer, discarded by her brethren, discarded by her lover, she has cut a figure of tragedy from as long as I can remember.

    Despite her nature, she is perhaps one of the purest of us; her naivety has led to rather…[Read more]

  • Matt started the topic POV – Alec in the forum Moonlighting 1 year, 5 months ago

    <span style=”text-decoration: underline;”>Judith Maric</span>

    True power is the power over life and death, and for a moment I was the God of Death to Judith Maric. Discarded by Sacer, discarded by her brethren, discarded by her lover, she has cut a figure of tragedy from as long as I can remember.

    Despite her nature, she is perhaps one of the…[Read more]

  • Matt started the topic POV – Alec in the forum Moonlighting 1 year, 5 months ago

    Judith Maric

    True power is the power over life and death, and for a moment I was the God of Death to Judith Maric. Discarded by Sacer, discarded by her brethren, discarded by her lover, she has cut a figure of tragedy from as long as I can remember.

    Despite her nature, she is perhaps one of the purest of us; her naivety has led to rather poor…[Read more]

  • Matt started the topic Chrysalis in the forum Moonlighting 1 year, 5 months ago

    Change. It is often difficult for Kindred to understand this concept fully, and why not? We are forever captured in the moment of our Embrace and left ageless as the world of Kine spins on by in raw rage, biting, gnashing, growing and evolving. But without that ability to adapt, how does one grow? How does one really, truly, evolve?

    Alec’s i…[Read more]

  • Matt became a registered member 1 year, 7 months ago