By Paul Harris (paul.harris1@virgin.net)
"This doesn't feel safe," Hunter of Sabbat called out.
"Me too," exclaimed the pack's Gangrel ally.
A black figure darted across the road up ahead which prompted the pack to shift into Crinos and to fan out.
"Everyone be careful," the pack's leader called out in the Garou tongue; suddenly the sound of wild laughter came from ahead and then seemed to travel around the rear of the pack. Everyone twisted around to face where the sound came from, and that was their mistake.
Gristle was the first to feel their mistake and gave out a howl as something sharp and silver plunged into the back of his neck. Already as the first had fallen the pack was in position blasting away with automatic firearms and shotguns at the huge twisted sight of an orange Garou with rabbit ears and vampiric fangs that stood before them but none of their efforts could actually catch the fast moving monstrosity. Adamante the mage threw down his Uzi and began to chant the invocation that his master had taught him for an occasion like this while the others tried combatting their foe with gifts and tooth and claw.
"My magick's not affecting this damn thing!" Adamante cried out.
"My magick's not affecting this damn thing," the beast replied with its own mocking voice and shortly they all had fallen to this fell beast.
The Abominations I speak of are a lot worse. Their bloodline/Kith/tribe whatever you want to call it sprung up about twenty years ago in the moors of Scotland by a powerful Malkavian who haunted the area and plagued the local Ventrue by destroying their houses and havens. The Malkavian pissed the Ventrue off so badly that the Ventrue had to destroy him and to do this they used his weakness of never being able to resist the blood of any who lay helpless before him. The Ventrue went about finding a Garou, a Changeling and a Mage then dominated them to visit the area of the Malkavian and to yield to him and to allow him to drink their blood hoping that the lethal concoction of blood would overload his system and leave him paralysed beyond belief so that the sun could take care of their problem. The plan went perfectly except for the stage when the Malkavian finally got to drinking the Garou (who was a beautiful Black Fury) whom he instantly fell in love with but couldnt resis't her blood and so drank her. When he saw her lifeless but still warm corpse lying before him he did the only thing he knew how to do; he gave her his blood thus making her a Vampire. The blood had a strange effect on her granting her powers that no one could dream of and warping her body and soul to more than just dead. The Malkavian never saw this for the blood did as they had predicted and destroyed him. The Garou stood up her head overloading with bright colours and images and warping her subconscious to a twisted view of the world after this she began to grow up another two foot and felt her skin change and develop until it was a furless orange and she felt her ears warp and grow into droopy rabbits ears and her face grew into a huge smile.
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Package 4: The usual starting number of any cantrips and realms from changeling .
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