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Daeva Clan
Something dead approaches. It is not dangerous because of its strength. And it is inhumanly strong. It is not dangerous because it is fast. And it is faster than anything you have seen before. No. It is dangerous, because it seems more beautiful than everything you could even dream of. You want something, and they will give it to you, until you have nothing left to give to them. Nothing but yourself.
Gangrel Clan
Something dead approaches. It comes from the outside of the city, and it moves with the beauty of a wild animal. You can’t escape it. It will hunt you, and if you run, it will follow as an owl, as a wolf, as a raven with beautiful black wings. It may even follow you, hunt you down as thick, bloody mist. And even if you dare attack it, it just won’t die. It shakes off the wounds by your mortal weapons and continues closing in to kill you. Or even worse, let you survive to hunt you again.
Mekhet Clan
Something dead approaches. You can’t see it, but it can see you. It can see your doing, your feelings, your secrets. It knows, if you betray your wife with that barmaid in the tavern. It haunts you to tell you how you will die, to raise the subtle aromatic fear in your blood. It will do so, until you are out at night. Until you enter that alley. Until you disappear without a trace. Keeping your secrets always has a price.
Nosferatu Clan
Something dead approaches. You shouldn’t know that it is there, but you do. It feels like reality suddenly bent towards your worst nightmare. It whispers to you that everything could be much worse. All you need to do is go home and never, never look back. You run, but it follows. It always follows and whispers your worst nightmares into your ears. When you reach the “security” of your home, you have some new white streaks in your hair.
Ventrue Clan
Something dead approaches. It approaches with the confidence of a born ruler. Weapons simply slide off its skin, a nuisance that penetrates only the noble clothing, but never him. Its grace is that of a lion and almost makes you forget lions are dangerous. His words can ennoble or destroy you. But it is not your choice what they do. Resisting him is futile.
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This article was written by the creative and talented Davina and edited for world and game use by Graylion in the Shadow War Across Creation. To see more writing and world building by Davina, visit WIRE.