Post by BE Admin on Feb 5, 2008 22:16:33 GMT -5
Blood... a vital substence of life...
But what does it mean to you??
Seattle has always been known as the sleepy city... and it does sleep... but some of its occupants tend to stir when the night is at its darkest...
Though a hunter in darkness I must be
The feelings of guilt always come back
When I sink my teeth in another man's neck
My conscience is the only light left in me.
The damned walk the street at night and they are not legends anymore. In the sleepy city they hunt for life. Delving deep into their seductive worlds are the Talamasca... a ancient race of witch and warlocks that live eternally making sure their vampiric subjects are not up to any mischief.
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's a second nature to me,
but don't be fooled.
Among these watchers there are also their enemies... the Vudun prators. They delve into dark magic practising Voodoo to charm their victims or seek revenge for crimes they believe have been comitted against them. Most of the doctors have establised a practise in the City and trade their practise and magic for money.
There you sit
With voodoo doll in hand
Sticking it with needles
This pain's more than I can stand
There are also Lycan walking about as ordinary humans during the day but by night they become creatures of darkness with powers only matched by the master vampires themselves. They hunt and eat to cure their animalistic instincts but they too have the Talamasca watching them. Step out of line here and the Talamasca will kill to protect the population of the fair Seattle.
We walk between worlds.
The worlds of humankind
and our Mother Earth.
The worlds of flesh and spirit.
The worlds of rage and reason.
Now that you know how dangerous your new home is new comer...
Tell me...
Where do you belong???
I leave you with one last warning....
