"Kindred of Mount Pleasant, it is as announced Nine o'clock, Open Court is called."

Doyle looked out at the people surrounding him, his court officers all missing or serving the peacock a few steps from his side.  At his back, four gargoyles in riot gear stood, provided by the Gangrel in the brown leather duster that sat near the front.  A crow ( Read more... )

The Caracalla Resort Complex was lavish and expansive - a full 33 acres of buildings, open air fitness yards, swimming pools, even libraries and a shopping center, based around the ideal of the original Baths of Caracalla in Italy.  A symbol of Roman decadence, sitting on the edge of nowhere outside the city of Winn near Mount Pleasant.

Samantha and ( Read more... )

((Actual entry is written in Italian))

I've recovered from the attack of the bat-demon.

...That seems a lot more weird when I write it out.

Anyway, I'm better now, with a good chunk of spontaneously-grown feathers plucked and a good deal of rearranging of my bones.  I'm also back from...well, what could be the high point of my praxis.  The Midwest ( Read more... )

((Actual document is written in Italian))

It's been some time since I wrote.  No time, with the infection, the constant crises, the work and the stress and finally people coming running to me and pleading "Doyle, save us."  This city is mine.  I love it too much to walk away.  As if I could, now, without being killed.  All the power I could ever ( Read more... )

Doyle screamed in anger as his claws ripped into the tree, the combination of the black talons and his enhanced strength tearing rough shards of wood out of the trunk and sending ragged splinters everywhere.  His beast was so very close now, the yellow-eyed monster inside him spitting hatred and venom into his thoughts.
Hatred of Maycomb too ( Read more... )