By Brandon Quina (lore@tmgbbs.com)
Walking up confidently to the door, he tried the knob. The door slid open easily, and he gazed with red glowing eyes within. "Hello... I was told to meet you here??" he said softly to the darkened interior. His night vision allowed him to see the room was mostly empty, but that one sat at a table, watching him.
The person at the table smiled, and stood up "I've waited for you. You are late!" he says pointing at his watch. The young man shrugs "I had a hard time finding this place. You could have given me better directions you know." he says and walks in. "Now what do you want with me?"
The other motions for the young one to sit, who does so, then lights a cigarette and blows cloud of smoke into the air. "I've heard that you were Kinfolk," he says casually.
The young one looks startled "Yes, I am. What's it to you!" he says, his Auspex screaming. Something's wrong.
The man's clothes start to rip, and hair grows all over him as he grows to an incredible height.. "I'm sorry to have to do this; it's for your own good." His face elongates and his mouth fills with wickedly sharp teeth. His fingers grow long and slender, with wicked claws, and before long a huge machine of death stands before him.
The young one smiles, and mimics the trick, much to the surprise of the garou. "What! How did you do that!" he says in shock, the words hard to come out.
The young man struggles to make out the world "Protean; you aren't the only shapeshifter" With that the battle begins, and by the end the garou lies on the floor, dead.
The young boy shifts back to normal, and looks at the Garou. "Such a waste. Ignorant fool, you could have died fighting the Wyrm!"
One day, in a battle with the Wyrm, Brad was mortally wounded and the other Garou were all dead. Laura looked upon her love, and she couldn't let him go. She slit her wrist, and fed him her blood. He drank greedily, and before long the world had another Gangrel.
Or so they thought. Brad had the hardest time learning the secrets of Fortitude or Animalism. Instead, he found that he could move as fast as lightning, and could harness the power of his inner beast. He was also a master of Protean, and eventually gained an understanding of that discipline that couldn't be attributed to his Generation or Clan. Throughout the ages, Gangrel have on occasion embraced a Kinfolk and the result has become a bloodline of its own, called The Kin among themselves, and 'Lupines' behind their backs. These kindred are as rugged and independent as any Gangrel, and as lethal and hate-filled as their Garou cousins.
Gangrel: "Our closest Brothers. Only they know what its like to run as a wolf, and understand that which we have become. I wonder what Gaia plans for them."
Malkavian: "These Kindred scare me. Yes, I admit it. Their insanity seems to give them great wisdom, but who knows when they'll crack and kill us all."
Nosferatu: "By showing the Wyrm on their face, they have purged it from their soul. They are good friends, and valuable sources of information. When pressed, they are able fighters as well."
Toreador: "These fools should be spanked. The end of the world nears and they want to play with Clay and Paints. Are you sure they aren't Malkavians?"
Tremere: "These Wyrm-Spawn should be exterminted. They tamper with things that should be left alone."
Ventrue: "These fools know nothing of honor. They remain content to sit in the shadows pulling the strings. If they try that shit on me, They'll find out what our rage can do!"
Sabbat: "These devils should be destroyed, and wiped from the history books. They serve their own destruction!"