Author: Kaine Knightlord

So many Kine fear death. They fear what lies behind the veil and what horrors may await them. Some religions state that once they die, they get resurrected in a variety of ways depending on the way they've lived their lives. Others

They say pride comes before the fall. It's a true statement, ones so many kindred and kine seem to ignore when it suits them. From kings and queens to corporate CEOs. They've all let their pride get the better of them,

"When seeking vengeance, dig two graves." A lesson that many have learned. There was one man who I watched for a while. His life was falling apart at the seams. Fired from his job for something he did not do.

It's like a wise man once said: "Battle not with monsters, unless you become a monster". I've lost track of how many people I've killed over the years. When I was younger, I believed killing was immoral. Even in my

Do you hear it? The beating drums? A war is coming. The call is being put out and people are answering. There will be blood in the streets, chaos from top to bottom. No one will be safe when the violence

Even in our immortality, insanity thrives within our ranks. A bloodline that runs as old as some of the Antedeluvians is a frustration for many of our kind. The Children of Malkav, the Malkavian insanity can be a blight for

An adult looks at a child today playing with their favourite toy and scoffs. The toys today aren't made like they were when he was a child. The toys today aren't as good as when he was a kid. The man sees the

I've seen it in their eyes. The hunger that is so deep, so demanding, that nothing can satiate it. They chase anything that even looks like a meal in the hope of satisfying that hunger. It's a brutal feeling, this hunger.

For want of a crown, a kingdom can be lost. We all serve masters, those who rule over us and command us to do what they desire. A Prince rules our dark little world. He or she watches over the world of

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock ticks for all of us. Every year. Every month. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. Father Time is undefeated, the trust master of all our fates. He watched us for millennia, knowing the very second of all