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Evening Rose
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I approach the wardrobe and pause for a moment. I raise the train to my face to take a closer look. On further inspection it is what I first assumed, a little wooden train carved out of oak from the forest. Its firm wooden visage assures me that the passing moments were not a dream.
Fueled with a purpose now I reach into my wardrobe and find an elegant set of clothes for traveling abroad, for this day I strive to be a new man.
As I dress I go through my lineage and the mythology of vampyre. As a boy I recall the history of the night walkers. These beings are the bastard children of Cain, conceived from Lilith, before he had taken a wife. All vampyre differ in lineage of blood. The stronger of the family is the one with more of Cain’s legacy in it, which is the covenant of Cain… the strongest of the nightwalker families. I am from the family of Lamentations so I dwell not of the other families. Even though the Covenant of Cain are a family of strong vampyre, the delegation of power is distributed amongst Age and Hunger; this meaning that the more powerful a vampyre is pertains to how venerable and starved they are. All vampyre have an affliction towards the sun, its rays turn us to dust at mere flicker. But the elder we become, the more resilient to its rays (I have not become completely immune to its rays, but with adequate clothing and a wide brim it merely stings the skin). Resistance to the sun is not the only abilities we gain with age, I am third eldest in the family and I have accrued a bounty of fantastic abilities. These powers I will not dwell upon.
A starving vampyre, this is one of our kind who revile the hunger for human life sources. If we fight the immeasurable urge and suffering of hunger, we become physically stronger and faster then any creature on the Lord’s good land. The barbed wire of this starving hunger is our physical composition breaks down, making our complexion that of a beast then a man. A well fed vampyre would blend into a crowd of men with the only difference being the beastly canines, where a starved vampyre looks as that of a monster and must stay covered at all times. I, in particular, must wear a face covering scarf for fear of revealing my hideous nature to the townsfolk.
Vampyre of young age tend to cluster together in nightwalker hives, run by a den leader… I do not for I hate being controlled by pompous or arrogant whelps who believe they can judicate what I should and should not eat. In small villages this does not happen, for there usually are not enough nightwalkers in the area who can agree, so nightwalker collectives usually happen only in large cities where their actions can be hidden quite well.
I think on the topic of three dominating evils… I have no utter knowledge of any such nonsense.
Fumenkeiser is a small village that has a smithy and a butcher. Kaiser Thaiconus created this village 100 years ago participating in the man/wolf war where humans attempted to go on a holy crusade to destroy the lycanthropes throughout the land. This war was lost, but not without the wolfmen being drawn into near extinction. Kaiser Thaiconus died in this war, but his castle still stands just over the hills and past the forest. There are many stories surrounding his castle, one involving a wild vampyre that used to dwell in its walls 30 years ago. I moved from the castle and decided to live in village, you would not fathom how many ‘holy crusaders’ attempted to smite me back then all because of fanciful superstitions. Now I rule as acting Kaiser of this small village and the people love their Kaiser, just as their Kaiser protects the village as has never harmed anyone. I would not know what would become of me if this village were to burn, but I know that there would be vengeance had.
I believe I need to put on a pair of eye protection to fare the winter blizzards. Ah, these spectacles shall do. I reaffix the scarf around my neck and receive to myself the cane that I was gifted for fighting against the wolves many years ago.
As I walk from my steps and past the front gates, I notice the butcher is doing evening work. The smithy seems to still be open as well, and the Grolien family has their doors open wide to take in a fanciful merriment. This night is very active, and I believe I must take time to greet my villagers… But where should I start?
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