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Re: Calligraphy and blood {Journal}

Posted: 29 Jun 2012, 22:00
by Natalya (DELETED 1453)
The Twenty-Ninth of June, Two Thousand and Twelve,
Sire's back amoung the dead again. Can't say I'm surprised, honestly, but he spoke to me night before last and assured me he was not going to cause trouble yesterday or today. Either he lied to me, or these idiot hunters have a vendetta against him.
Does not really matter either way, except these idiots are the same that are willing to make deals with the breathers.
I loathe them all. I almost wish that I had the abilities that my sire does, in order to take them all down, human and my own kind.
One. By. One.
This deal is crass and selfish. They are only worried about their own safety, their own skins.
I will teach them that there is more to fear than my sire, more to fear than humans knowing.
Betrayal is history, and I am willing to die in order to repeat it.
~Natalya

Re: Calligraphy and blood {Journal}

Posted: 07 Jul 2012, 04:45
by Natalya (DELETED 1453)
The Seventh of July, Two Thousand and Twelve,
Began placing my signs along the city. It's time the humans woke up and realized we exist. Come after us. Hunt us as we deserve. Pathetic beings of my kind are far worse than the one's we came from. Bitching and moaning about wishing to kill the humans and whining about not agreeing. Do what you want.

Also, to that rude hag, how I long to tell you the truth. That yes, you are here for my entertainment. You're not useful for anything else, except to entertain me and appease your whorish ways.

I may yet tell her, so that when she comes for me, I can rearrange her face to a more pleasing shape, and not the disgusting thing she currently calls hers. Or shoot the ***** and put her out of her misery as well as do this city a favor and silencing her grating words.

I will attempt to find this Broussard head and offer my services in tracking and healing, as well as giving him names once I find them. I can recognize my own kind, and I care nothing for any of them.

May this city go up in a thousand voices screaming in the flames.
~Natalya