well another year has past and yesterday i celebrated the nite i was reborn to this world my mortal form is now 28 but my undead life if now 2007 for i was turned in the year of there lord 79 ad
decapitation is fun unless its u getting decapitated for starters i guess ill explain who and where i come from born in montreal 28 yrs ago lived pretty much all over canada now living in deadmonton hellberta (edmonton alberta for the slow and witless) friend with lucifer father to all who will accept the dark side na just kiding lol im one of the old school goth/vampires love taking walks in the graveyards of this rat hole town but i digress im quite simple to understand and relate to but for that u must get to know the morbid1
"Evil is a Point of view." God kills indescriminantly and so shall we for no creatures under god are as we none so like him as ourselves
Lestat
interview with a vampire
following a mortal path is fine and dandy but the things that come to ur mind like death and suicide would be a release from the pain of life tempted by the immortal state of sleep ever after seems just right to a tired soul
just a little insight into the world of the morbid1
revealing my softer side handing her a wilted rose she open herself to a kiss i lean in and kiss her softly on the lips she says more i kiss chin she wimpers gently i kiss her neckshe says take me i lean back and say r u sure she says yes i say my dear ull wish u never said that she asks y i smile a little and open my mouth to reveal my fang she screams and i bite sha starts to gargle she is no more my dear u are lunch mmmmmmmmmmmmm time for more
fortold by an ancient prophet that an evilsoul would come from the dark relm and take shelter in my home i never told the prophet that i was the evilsoul and had taken hold of the world by storm let my reign begin let no mortal stand in my way for any shall do so they will be set a fire in flame hotter than the pitts of hell
the flavor of life can depend on what color there hair is and the gendor and the blood type im not particular food is food no matter what age
licking my lips dinner is ready let the feast begin hunger has been my worst enemy to date finding food is as simple as walking out my door but i dont know what my pallet is willing to have female male young or old i think tonite its going to be poodle
we only come out at night we only come out at night the days are much to bright we only come out at night
the smashing pumpkins
mellon collie and the infinite sadness
born to a mother and father brother to 2 father to 1 uncle to 2 friend to many true to only one himself sire to many who will take in the dark prince shadowed by hoplesness suspended by time immortal waiting for the end of this life to join the rest in the next visions darkened by the revealing light of the day when only immortals will rule this plain and the next domain ruled by the minions of the darker truth
devils devils come out and play all the angles are away for the night time to destroy rape and pillage till the sun comes up for we are the rulerz of the night the mortals fear us and call us gods but the truth is there food for the plates on our tables
floating through the night air in search of food i surveyed a lonely woman crying i swooped down to Engorge my Appetite but its difficult when u know that ur clothes might get wet from there tears
tasteing blood for the very first the body of the undead releases emotions like a new born child oening its eyes to a fake world oly to realze that fate has a creul intent for hi to grow up go to school grow some more work an the grow even more just to die in sorrow and pain to be immortal just takes the sorrow and pain away to be replaced by lonelyness and heartack for this immotality is best no one to deal with and no one to explain anything to
crosses and holy water scare me not for there r much worse things than those to fear in the relm of mortals like love and hope and simple truth fear is what u take for granted dispair takes over and u realize the fact death is the only true and only way out of fearing the real world i thak thee father for turning me in to what i am
Fatigued from head to toe from little whinners telling me there problems thats easy to fix stop dealing with the human race and u wont have problems.
grains of sand falling through the hour glass life slips away so easly feeding seems to have lost its adventure hidding in dark allys why should i be affraid to feed in the open i am the king of the night all should fear me not the other way around i am not a lowly servent i am the one to call ur dark god.
the prayer from boondock saints i love the movie
when i wet my flashing sword, and my hand takes hold on judgment i will take vengance upon mine enemies and i will repay those that hate me, oh lord raise me to thy right hand and count me amoung thy saints.
and shepards we shall be for the my lord for the power hath decenended forth from thy hand that our feet may swiftly carry out they command so we shall flow a river forth to the and teaming with souls shall it ever be
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti
and i shall count the amoung my favord sheep and u shall have the protection of all the angels in heaven
never shall innocent blood be shed yet the blood of the wickid shall flow like a river the 3 shall spread there blackend wings and the Vengeful striking hammer of god
u people have been chosen to reviel our existance to the world u will witness what happens here today and u will tell of it later all eyes to the front u must watch dear itll all be over soon
Now you will receive us.
We do not ask for your poor or your hungry.
We do not want your tired and sick.
It is your corrupt we claim.
It is your evil that will be sought by us.
With every breath, we shall hunt them down.
Each day we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies. Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal, these are principles
Which every man of every faith can embrace.
These are not polite suggestions. These are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.
There are varying degrees of evil, we urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain. But if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three and on that day you will reap it. And we will send you to which ever god you wish.
and shepards we shall be for thee my lord for thee power hath decenended forth from thy hand that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command so we shall flow a river forth to thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
An Irish Blessing
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there... I did not die...
freakishly deformed walking with a limp from another nights battle with the world of good collapsing into my crypt sleep and pain travel through the body claiming its last victim for the nite
my life is going to far new places wanting it all to end something seems wrong and yet feels so right but i have no idea what is causing things to go wrong
sleeping with devils granting my every desire dreaming of ways to rule this world angles bind my path from above and behind pulling and scratching me to a halt
searching for the corruption of my body tormented with devine visions of females that i can not ever have
frame of mind kill or be killed sleep or burn these r the things that rest in my mind for hundreds of years
singled out by immortality killing them for food wanting more and more to be left alone in my castle food hanging by there toes its a good day to find more to this life than just killing needing a mate that has the hunger for this altered life feeding and othe urges such is the way of the vampire inside me
feeding on my prey for the nite draining it to the point that the last drop is left before death realesing my hold on its neck licking the drips of the flesh not satisfied needing more i let it drop to the ground i glance around the street hearing the beat of a still full heart i walk casually up behind this new one i ask her a simple question would u like to go to dinner she says yes and i latch on and feed before she dies i ask how was dinner and i answer great it was tender to the bite.
so the journey that is my unlife has taken another turn i return home and see what it is that awaits for me there i hope it is better then the last time i was there i hope thing work out
well i gess its time to do the update thing again life sucks and then u die but not for me haha less than 3 days fom my death day and i feel so draind with all this crap i have to deal with but hey i keep hoping some new will happen for me but we shall see wont we
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Wild and fiercely independant, Clan Gangrel is thehome of the feral undead. Most Gangrel emulate the beasts of the wild, preferring to chasedown their prey in the open country (in stark contrast to the city-dwelling proclivities of most vampires). Their avoidance of the vampires' ancestral foes, the werewolves, might be attributable to their impressive powers of shape shifting. They cannot help but show some traces of their wild roots, however, as many Gangrel are marred with bizzarre, animalistic features.
- History -
Origins of the Gangrel
The Gangrel enjoy a special relationship with the Garou. This is, according to legend, due to sharing a bloodline.
They are our half-brothers. In the beginning when God created Adam, he made for him wife out of the same clay he made Adam. Her name was Lilith. She was the first feminist and unwilling to be subservient to Adam. She was banished from the Garden of Eden and Eve was made from Adam.
When she left Eden, she was pregnant, and gave birth alone in the wilderness, attended by the wild beasts, for they did not know if they were to be predator or prey. Four children were born, midwived by animals. A bear, a wolf, a tiger, a serpent were all in attendance. All but the serpent received a child to care for, whose foster-child was a stillborn.
When the one raised by the wolf, known as Ennoia, was full grown, she took a mate from among the pack, and bore him children. These children were the first of the lycanthropes, lupines, Garou, werewolves, or any other name you wish to call them.
A long while later, Ennoia grew dissatisfied with her life, and left to travel the world alone. Eventually she arrived at the city of Enoch, a city set up by Adam and Eve's Descendants. Growing tired of staying in the city, she left the city, but not before marrying and having children, the descendants of the Gypsies.
Finally, after many long years of wandering, one of Caine's convinced her to return to Enoch. Even he could not satisfy her appetites, but that mattered little. It was not long before he embraced her, making her Kindred.
From her are all Gangrel descended. From her we learn the tongues of animals, and how to change our shape. From here we get our license to wander the world. Even if our Lupine and Gypsies half-brothers forget, we must remember that we share a common mother.
-Gangrel in History-
In general, the Gangrel do not keep written record of their history much of what can be said about their history is apocryphal. Many of the "historical" vampires of human knowledge have been of our blood. But human history is full of the faces of the historians, and may just be wishful thinking.
Our main source for learning about our past is oral tradition. True, any story good enough to be remembered and passed from century to century will have been embroidered, there is always a bit of truth to be found in it. Also, human writings, usually first-person, tell of what may be Gangrel. And finally, other clans keep records of us, well what they feel important any way.
We are almost certain that the Vikings were aware of the Gangrel around 400 B.C., there is a folktale that describes a battle between Grettir, a Scandinavian hero, and a vampire who is clearly a Gangrel.
Our ancestors were also greatly involved in the sack of Rome. Many ancient civilizations were aware of Kindred walking among them, and Romans were no exception.
-The Middle Ages-
Crusaders from France and Britain found more than just the Spanish Moors when they arrived in Spain, they found a new sickness(syphilis). The victims wasted away the blood drawn from the body as marrow by moon. This was the predation of the Gangrel sons of Al-Gamiz who arrived in the Spanish shores slightly before the Moors.
-The Renaissance-
It was during this time that new areas of the world were discovered, and the bloodlines of the Kindred expanded with "civilization", and everywhere they found spin-offs of the Gangrel Clan. We not only inherited our mothers control of her form, but her wanderlust as well.
This is the root of one of our most effective strategies, being the scouts for both humans and Kindred. Demanding blood as payment from mortals after being accepted was not uncommon, but changed after the Inquisition.
-Age of Reason-
As the Europeans expanded across the world, we Gangrel found ourselves on both sides of the conflicts; walking with the conquistadores and being welcomed by the natives.
With them, the pioneers brought many inhospitable ways. They cut down our trees were we loved to run, killed the animals and natives, our friends, and made us lazy on their tame and tasteless blood.
-20th Century-
It is rumored that the concentration camp near Glödker was destroyed when the Nazis included a Gangrel among the Gypsies incarcerated. That night, with the typical Gangrel regard for the Masquerade, Talos, a 7th generation embraced fully half the tribe of the Szdano Romany with whom he had been captured.
Needless to say, the hastily-drafted Neonates fed well, and the official story at Berlin was the camp was lost to a misplaced Allied bombing.
Later, when the ecological movement arose in the '60s, we were with it. It is shameful that some of us have taken advantage of the tree-huggers merely to state there hunger with
their blood. Some have even created Ghouls to infiltrate the eco-guerrilla and there found the Lupines(who apparently can smell a Ghoul).
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