Predator or Prey?
[locked to those in the know about the supernatural]
You're kidding, right?
Despite what the leeches might think, we're the rulers of this concrete jungle. Let them bicker amongst themselves for territory, all the while we're circling in for the kill. Yeah, there are a few we let stick around, but only because it's in our advantage to do so, or because they aren't enough of a threat to anyone for us to worry about. Most of the other Tribes scoff at that, thinking the only good vampire is dead one, but there's something to be said for harmonious co-existence. We just don't let the numbers get too high. Being a Gallaird, I revel in the hunt and the kill of anyone and anything that might be tainted or corrupt, and it's my job to sing the songs and tell the stories. Most of the time, I start the hunt with a grin and a song, and the music doesn't stop, even as I'm tearing out the throat of some poor sap who had the unfortunate luck to become fodder for a Bane, or a young vampire who hasn't quite figured out who really is in charge.
My people are predators, plain and simple. And any that have gotten so soft that they have become prey, don't usually survive long enough for it to matter.
You're kidding, right?
Despite what the leeches might think, we're the rulers of this concrete jungle. Let them bicker amongst themselves for territory, all the while we're circling in for the kill. Yeah, there are a few we let stick around, but only because it's in our advantage to do so, or because they aren't enough of a threat to anyone for us to worry about. Most of the other Tribes scoff at that, thinking the only good vampire is dead one, but there's something to be said for harmonious co-existence. We just don't let the numbers get too high. Being a Gallaird, I revel in the hunt and the kill of anyone and anything that might be tainted or corrupt, and it's my job to sing the songs and tell the stories. Most of the time, I start the hunt with a grin and a song, and the music doesn't stop, even as I'm tearing out the throat of some poor sap who had the unfortunate luck to become fodder for a Bane, or a young vampire who hasn't quite figured out who really is in charge.
My people are predators, plain and simple. And any that have gotten so soft that they have become prey, don't usually survive long enough for it to matter.