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|Sunday, September 7th, 2008|
Forbidden Love II, The First night of the Lovers
I carried Alex upto his room, he was so light in my arms, so warm and soft against my body. I was in my homid or most human form, my eyes golden relfected in his deep blue eyes, along with the Moonlight. I could hear both my heart and his heart thump with a fury of passion and desires. Into his room i took him, and laid him upon his bed, his big four poster bed with its fine oak and soft silk sheets, the moonlight pouring in, along with some lit candles. He got on his knees and took off his robe, bearing his fine, slighty tonned body, pale and beautiful, his light pink nipples, his soft fine, long neck and delicate arms and lovely cock, all exposed. His lips wet and pink, from bitting on his lips, desire and want in his eyes looking right at me.
Slowly i took of my clothes, my strong, half scaled body bared naked to him, my cock hard at the sight of him, lust, passion and desire for him, my hair long, black and loose in the moon's light. Alex came over to me, on all fours, looking up at me, he smiled, and his hands went to my chest, rubbing my chest, his soft tongue on my chest, licking and kissing my chest and nipples with his soft lips and tongue, my nipples and his nipples hard with the cool air and the desire in our hearts, the excitement of feeling each other's bodies. He kissed down my stomach and then took his hand and started to gently rub my cock, kissing it lightly, licking the tip of my hard cock, i moaned and growled some with pleasure, my hands rubbing his face and chest as Alex teased my cock.
His other hand was upon his sweet young cock, stroking gently his throbbing cock.
Such bliss, i looked into his eyes, as he slide more of my throbbing manhood into his soft, wet mouth, and started to suck on my cock. God it felt so good, his tongue rubbing on my cock, licking it, playing with my shaft with his hand, licking up and down, twisting his tongue arround it, Alex even went further with his mouth, taking all of my cock into his mouth, deepthroating it, slurping it, sucking it. I rubbed his chest more, he stroked his cock as he attended to mine, i gave a moan as i leaked some of my precum into his mouth and throat. He swallowed it happily, and stood up and kissed me deeply. I give a gentle push and he landed on the bed, and give me a growl and a wink, and got on his belly, presenting his ass, by folding his knees while his face was on the bed. I got on the bed behind him, my hands rubbing his soft ass cheeks, kissing his back, i rubbed my cock on his tite asshole, which made him moan with pleasure. He begged me to enter him, i teased him a little more. Then i entered him, my cock sliding deep into his ass, i grabbed onto his hips, and thrusted into him. He gave out a loud moan, and a yelp, grasping at the sheets, as i thrusted in and out of his ass.
Gentle at first, i reached arround to stroke his cock, as i fucked him from behind, so tight, so soft, Alex felt so good. Such a beautiful and serene feeling, making love to this 19 year old young man, his youth, his life, i felt alive, looking at him, he looking at me, as i went deeper, and faster, and harder, him moaning, grunting, Alex's body writhing against mine, as i fucked him, my cock deep inside him, so warm, he felt so good, this was so right and beautiful. I loved Alex, and he loved me, and now we were showing it. I stroked his cock harder, which made him groan with pleasure, his big young cock felt so good in my hand. His cock throbbing in my hand, my cock throbbing and growing inside him. He bucked into me, pushing into me, as i thrusted into him, pounding away, our bodies slapping against each other. One last hard thrust, deep as i could go, i gave a loud yell and growl as i blew my warm thick cum deep inside Alex's ass. As i did, as i came in him, Alex came to, he shot his load of warm cum onto the bed and into my hand, screaming my name, loud with a grutteral and primative tone.
Panting i pulled out him and pulled off the soaked sheets, and then he and i laid there, kissing and caressing each other, naked and warm, our hearts still pounding some, and i could swear his eyes were glowing with a silver-blue light as we laid there. We smiled and spoke softly to each other, until we went to sleep, holding each other, two lovers entwined...
It has been three weeks since the attack on Alex, since i and Alex together destroyed those two Vampires. I laid low for a bit after that, staying away from the University grounds, though it is a favored hunting spot for those fucking leeches, as i call Vampires. Been talking to my contacts too, some Mage buddies, and my Bonegnawer friends. Seems the Toreador, the artistic and hedonistic Vampires of the so called Vampire nation are making moves to make Art students into Ghouls, or Human slaves fed on Vampire blood, or into more vampires. Though no one seems to know why. Then again i have been fighting the fucks for nearly 15 years, i still can't figure out the bastards and their plots for what they do.
Alex is feeling better, thankfully, got back into his art, painting his dark, yet strangly beautiful scenes and figures, he sold a few works of art to a couple of local galleries, recognized at an artshow at the University. I was there in the shadows to watch, and of course congratulate him, by making out with him in a gazebo that was hidden by high hedges and trees. And damn i must say his lips taste like honey wine, and his skin, so lovely in the moonlight, feels like soft silk. To touch him and kiss Alex is like feeling the Divine, being in Paradise. Our feelings have grown strong, we hangout everynow and then, at least once or twice a week, mainly on the weekends. Either when he goes to see his Hollow One friends or he and i go for walks on the wharf overlooking New Eden Bay, though always at night. He stayed with my cousin and her husband's place for a while, but Alex returned to living at his rented townhouse on campus, about a week ago, he got stronger locks for his doors, and even an alarm system on his windows. I setup the system myself, a skill i learned from my BoneGnawer buddies.
I have even started to train Alex how to fight with knives and some basic martial arts moves. Incase i am not arround, he understands what i have to do, and he think adores me for it, i must admit my heart melts when i hold him, and we kiss. I feel safe with him, and he feels safe with me, i think i am feeling in love with him. Though in mortal society, Alex and I being lovers is still seen as wrong, to the Superantural side of things, well, its different, Alex's Hollow One friends have no issue with it, they like the fact that he has someone, and they think i am cool. As for Becca and Charles, they're quite open-minded, both being rather liberal. I have spoken to my Totem, Old Father, he has not condemed the feelings i have for Alex, but has told me that my feelings for Alex will bring dark forces against us. Old Father has told me to stand against those forces, and to see over Alex.
It is a duty i shall carryout with all that i am, for i do find that i have found my soulmate.
As for having children to perpetuate the Reborn Croatan, i shall do that as well, it is my duty to my Tribe to continue the line and keep the Tribe going. I will speak to Alex on this matter, that i would only mate with a woman to keep my people alive and the battle against the Wyrm going, but this is only out of love for Mother Gaia and my people, it will not be out of love for some woman. My heart it would seem is for Alex, which is fine with me. Next Month on the Fall Equinox i am to return to my peoples' Homeland, to the Reborn Croatans' land back in New Mexico, i cant take Alex with me, this is too important a moot to bring outsiders. Only Kinfolk and Garou of the tribe may go, the whole thing of course disguised as a Pow Wow, about 300 to 400 people are to attend, including all 60 of the Garou. It is here i will be given a choice to take for myself a mate to breed with, a human woman, as we Garou are forbidden to mate with another Garou. And I'll be damned if i am going to mate with a female wolf, as some Garou males do when they take the wolf or lupus form.
Guess i am too homid or human-like in my heart when it comes to that, to love and sex, I told Alex about that practice once, about how Garou mate with Wolves, he laughed, i couldn't help but laugh with him about it too. He makes me laugh, Alex is such a sweet young man, so innocent for one who has such a gift, the ability to use True Magick, an awakened being, able to see the world as it is, not as the Forces of Reality make it look like. I have even stepped into the Near Umbra to see and speak with Alex's Avatar or Awakened Spiritual guide/teacher/protector, and his happens to be for all intent and purpose a feminine looking elven-like male with silver-blue hair, pale skin and deep blue eyes, dressed in gossemer deep blue robes, that shine with light of little stars and moonlight. The Avatar even speaks with a soft, whispering voice like Alex, and as i gazed upon both Alex's glorious and lovely spiritual self and his Avatar i wept, as if i had seen the greatest vision of beauty Mother Gaia and Great Father had ever made on all the world.
I swore to Alex's Avatar i would protect him always, and that i would give my life to Alex if i had too, this made Alex's Avatar smile, and it kissed me on the cheek, and i felt such a great warmth through my body. I returned back to the world of the living and i kissed Alex deeply. We looked into each others eyes, it was a half moon out, when i took Alex, who was dressed in his simple, long, deep blue silk robe, into my arms and i carried him to his room in his house... (To be Countinued on the next journal entry)
|Friday, September 5th, 2008|
On the Hunt
Hunting Vampires is never an easy thing, its fucking hard at times, to go out each and every goddamn night, looking for these bloodsucking bastards. To search every shithole bar, nightclubs full of dumb, drugged out kids who have no idea what lurks in the night, to the River Island Parkway, where young lovers go to have sex or get a fix from the drug dealers, who at times are vampires, looking to get high off the blood of those humans that take the drugs. -Sighs- I do this every night, i hunt the Kindred as they call themselves, just another name for the Leeches, and their little social clubs.
I sleep part of the day, usually in the basement of my kinfolk distant cousin's fairly nice townhouse about a mile from New Eden University. She's a good person, Rebecca, a descendent of the Croatan Tribe like me, but human, her and her Husband Charles, both know about me being a Garou, and they help me out. Both of them are professors at the University, Rebecca is a Professor of Native American Culture, Charles is a Linguist Professor, with Degrees in Archeology and Anthropology. They have one son, Michal, also Kinfolk, calls me Uncle K, can't quite say Khaine, he's only six. Not affraid of me neither, he thinks its cool, kids... So yeah i live down their, big basement too, with an attached garage and workshop, fairly cozy, can work on my combat skills, build weapons, work on my Harley Davidson Thunderhawk, my pride and joy. I listen to the radio, read the papers, a police scanner and search the web, my cousin Rebecca showed me how. I look for and listen for anything that's suspicious, that would sound like vampire activity.
Rebecca and Charles help me out sometimes, if they hear a rumor or something on campus, they tell me, i tell them to watch their asses, and not to get involved. Rebecca gets mad sometimes, and reminds me of the Tribe's motto"The Great Father and Mother Gaia showed us mercy, so we could be reborn to show no mercy to the Wyrm." I sigh and i give her a hug, Charles does as well, even little Michal does. Its nice to have family, at one time, long ago, as a kid, i had none. But i can't help but think what would happen if the fucking Vampires or Black Spirals knew i was here. Thats why at times i go off to my second home, amongst the BoneGnawers, to one of their hideaways, good Garou all, i don't care what other tribes say. The Gnawers are good folk, and damn finer garou. Oh and yes the Black Spiral Dancers, those traitor fucks, Garou that turned to the Wyrm, i give them death too if i ever see one, fought a few in my time, nasty little shits. Course more then one has met their end on the end of my Klaives.
Today i heard of several attacks and missing college kids at the university, sounds like vampires to me, maybe Black Spirals but there would be reports of property damage. Spirals love to break shit, especially if they join up with a pack of Sabbat, sick fucking vampires that lot, i hate them just as much as any bloodsucker. So tonight i went there, to the main quad of the Univerisity, big area too, about the size of five or six Football Fields, trees, stone paths, benches, statues and fountains, the usual, real nice. Lots of bushes too, and thankfully for me at least, places to hide and watch. Its Nine o'clock by my watch, an old 19th Century gold pocketwatch, family heirloom, it belong to my Father's GreatGranfather. Keeps perfect time, and its all i have left of my parents, fucking vampires, fucking spirals. I shake my head of that night out of my head, i crouch on a ledge, between a wall and a brick chimeny stack. In my Glabro form, beteen human and full Crinos-hybrid form. My senses sharp, i can hear heartbeats, smell perfumes, see like a hawk, even in the dark.
Full moon too, good, on the nights of the full moon, i am stronger and faster, its my Auspice or Moonsign, the Moonphase i was born under as Ahroun, or Warrior. I peer across the well lit quad, i see a young human male, about 19 or 20, kinda tall, rather thin, pale skinned, long black hair, blue eyes, dressed in all black clothes, baggy pants, tee shirt, sleeveles vest, wearing some chain necklaces, an ankh, has earings in both his ears, can even see the ankh tattoo on his right wrist. I think vampire, so i look with my gifts of sight, nope human, but has an aura of magick about him, mage maybe, or simply gifted with magickal talent. Fairly bright one, full of life, which means a real meal for a vamp. Sick fuckers love to take the real live ones, make them last, then either turn these full of life kids into their pet ghouls, or human slaves, or into another vamp. Some just kill these lively ones say as way to piss off the Great Father and Mother Gaia.
Sure enough, i see two vampires, lurking about, one a blonde female in her 20's could be a hundred for all i care, the other a male, dyed purple hair, both dressed like gang bangers, brujah maybe, or sabbat, don't care, to me these vamps are dead meat. I move fast, without sound across the quad as soon as they corner the human kid, who is scared shitless, but as i get there, and now in my full crinos from, lookin like a 10 and a half foot tall, green-grey scaled dragon on two legs, that kid does, well magick, at least some magick, he touches a the female vamp and burns her skin, with like this wierd ass blue-silver flame. She screams, good both are distracted, i with blinding speed tear into the male vamp, ripping him apart, tearing out his fucking ribcage, spine and intestines, crush his heart and rip his head off. The chick vamp tries to run, i leap on her back, she struggles, but with my sheer strength and size, i slam her into the ground, and i bite deep into her foul flesh. She yells in pain, as blood flows, juggular vein. I snap her her neck, ripping her head off, she ashes, turns to dust.
Covered in ash, gore and blood, i find that young human male, knocked out cold, a slight nosebleed, but alive, and untouched, no bites. Looking at him, he seems so innocent, and full of life, even as he sleeps, and so small, about 5'9" 5'10", to my over 10 feet tall. I look arround, i hear noises, so i run, leaping over walls, running fast, ducking behind some old buildings, hiding, the boy still out. After a while of hiding, lurking, moving through the shadows, i get back to Rebecca's and Charles place, I shift back to human form, lay the young man on the bed, and i get cleaned up, and change into some new clothes. Becca and Charles are up, grading papers, i sit with them in the study, beer in hand, smoking, thankfully being teachers they relate, and smoke too. I told them about the attack, and the boy downstairs. Charles recognizes the boy, named Alex Hagan, a student of Charles in his Ancient History class. Lives in the Browden Dorm Building on Campus, smart kid, bit of a loner, one of those Emo/Goth kids.
I mention the fact that Alex might be a mage or at least gifted, maybe an orphen mage of Hallow One. I tell Becca and Charles all look into it, and ask Charles to see if this kid has any folks or relatives. Charles nods, Becca being the softy she really is, gives me a kiss on the cheek, and calls me her big brother with a kind heart. Great Gaia how i hate it when she gets all mushy. I was just saving that kid from a fate worse then death, though deep inside, i don't know, just seemed like a nice kid, and with full of life and potential. Not deserving to be made a vamp's damn fastfood meal.
Its the next day, the kid wakes up, its Saturday, Charles goes to see Alex, since he knows the boy, well tell Alex that he was attacked last night, and was brought here. I am off in the meantime checking with my Bonegnawer friends about meeting some Hallow Ones, to talk about this Alex kid. Sure enough a meeting is set up, and all it cost me was a carton of smokes and a couple of 24 packs of beer for my Gnawer friends. I meet this one Hallow One mage, a young punk, about 23, called himself Markus, he was the main dude of this gang of Hollow ones, called the Night Children. I come to their place, some rundown old victorian style house in East Downtown, about eight blocks from the Hallowed Hills Cemetary, a huge damn cemetary, with thousands of gravesites and Masuoluems, a virtual city of the Dead. A place known for high supernatual activity. But thats another story.
So anyways i tell them about Alex, and what he did, and about the vampires. Well Markus and the others being Hollow Ones, know some about the world of Supernatual, though not much, they never seen a Garou much before, cept the Gnawers. They were kinda well on edge about me, but when i told them i saved Alex, they relaxed. Even offered me a beer and a smoke, hey who was i to refuse such hospitality.
Seems Alex was their newest member, joined about a month ago, told me he was into art, and drew stuff, mostly in dark colors, blacks, deep greys, dark reds, real dark stuff, sometimes disturbing, but down right genius, at least thats what Lisa, Markus's girl said. They showed me his work, which was displayed in one room of the warehouse, saying this was Alex's studio for his art. I looked at it, and saw his work, there were abstract paintings of faces and scenes, some looked like that of vampires, or bane spirits, even and this struck me as real fucking wierd, a painting of me, holding a smaller more human figure. That one seemed a bit lighter or brighter then the rest. Did this Alex have visions, dreams of things to come? Maybe, i was one not to discount such things. I asked if Markus and Lisa knew if Alex had any family, they told me as far as they knew, he had none, cept the Night Children. So i left, thanking Markus and the others, i told them he was safe with friends of mine, and that once he was better i'd bring Alex to them. Before i left, Lisa gave me Alex's art kit box, a gift from Lisa, to Alex upon his joining the Night Children, and to tell Alex that his little sis Lisa missed him. Said that would help gain Alex's trust. I gave them a nod and left.
I came home, it had been a long day already, Becca was in the kitchen, she told me that Charles spoke to Alex, and that the boy remembered bits and pieces, though he remembered clearly me tearing apart a vamp. And that Alex wanted to see me. So i gave Becca a kiss on the forehead, and said thanks, and went downstairs, Charles was still there with Alex, speaking to him, then as Alex saw me his eyes locked with mine, and he smiled some, Charles took his leave and went upstairs.
I sat in a chair, close to Alex, and handed him the art box, and told him that his lil sis Lisa says hi, and that she and the rest of the gang missed you. Alex wept a little, a few tears fell, and in a sweet, almost angelic voice, soft, just above a whisper, he thanked me. And i must say, i was moved, there was just something about this young man, that well, moved my heart. Then what supprised me most, was he slid over to me, still a little weak, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was stunned to be sure, but, i found myself liking it, i caressed his face with my scaled hand, and he didn't cringe, he sort of well gave a slight moan of pleasure and happiness at my touch. And i said to him that he was welcomed, and for the first time in a long time i relaxed my guard. And we talked, looking at each other, smiling, laughing, i found out he had an Uncle , who was abusive, and treated Alex like dirt, his parents were dead, killed in a horrible car accident, when Alex was 5. And Alex had been put in bording schools most his life, though when he turned 18, he gained a fairly nice inheritance from his folks' trustfund. So he moved out, living on his own, going to school, painting his art, and met up with the Hollow Ones.
Alex awakened to magehood when he was 14, after a fight with some kids in a bording school in London, beaten up, Alex healed up, a soft blue-silver glow forming over his body, at first Alex said he was scared, but then as the wounds and broken ribs were healed, Alex started to cry tears of joy, he was special, but didn't know why. He also started to have visions and strange dreams, and nightmares as well. He went from school to school, until he turned 18, coming back here, and it was at the University he met Markus and Lisa, they knew him for who he was, and he them, they took him in, taught him as best he could was to what a Mage was.
All the time i heard this, all i wanted to do was protect this kid, this boy of 19, he was gifted with the power to heal, with visions, and it seemed the power to harm unnatural things like Vampires. I told Alex that he was truely blessed by Gaia and the Great Spirit. And i decided to tell him about what i was, though never revealed i was of the Reborn Croatan, that i could not share with anyone except those of my Tribe, Garou and Kinfolk. At least not yet, now was not the time.
Time for dinner, Alex and i both were starving, we went upstairs to the small but nice dining hall, Becca had made her famous pot roast, we sat down, i gave a prayer to Mother Gaia and Great Father in the tongue of my people, and we ate, Alex sititng next to me, our knees touching under the table, Charles and Becca offered Alex the spare bedroom for as long as he wanted. Alex being very polite, accepted the offer. In my mind i was happy abou this, i don't know what i was feeling, but i am sure Alex was as will.
Night came, Alex and the others went to sleep, i went on the hunt, another night to hunt all that seeks to prey upon the innocent...
|Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008|
My Home, My City
The streets, the lights, the big highways with the constant traffic, day and night, this is New Eden, this is my home. Well my new home, i was orginally from Chicago, born and riased a native son, i'm use to the hum and life of big cities. And New Eden is no different, just bigger, way bigger, 20 million people live here amongst the huge damn skyscapers and vast urban sprawl. The Rich live in their fancy mansions, and the millions of poor live in shithole abandoned warehouses, flophouses, drughouses, and rundown appartment complexes. Somewhere in the middle is the socalled middleclass, who live in their cookiecutter suburban homes far from the urban sprawl.
Hunting the poor, the rich and everyone in between are monsters, things from legend and nightmares. Vampires...yes Vampires, the bloodsucker, undead, immortal kind, who travel at night, and rule over the Humans, like cattle. Thats how the Vampires see Humans, and thats one of the things my kind, the Garou fight, Vampires.
I and my kind are few, especially in the Cities, these are the playgrounds of the Vampires and their sick games of political struggles to keep Humans in their place. I have been here about a year now, i have hunted some of the Horrors in the Night, but there are many, and not just Vampires too roam the Night. There are the Black Spiral Dancers, a tribe of my kind that were lost and turned by the Wyrm, the Primal Force of Corruption and Ruin. There are others that serve this thing, this Wyrm, spirits, demons, even other Humans, and Humans that cast true magick, Mages. Sick, twisted fucks all of them, feasting upon the flesh of Humans and their souls. Each night the Wyrm goes a little stronger, and if it gets too strong, we are all fucked, end game.
This happened to the ancestors of the Lost Croatan, those from whom the Reborn Croatan came, those few who survived the horror the Wyrm brought, it was the sacrifice of the Lost Croatan that stopped the Wyrm back in the 1600's. But now, there is more angst, more hate, more death, and far more corruption, and this feeds the Wyrm. It is the charge of all of us Garou to stop the Wyrm, and save Gaia, our Mother, the Earth. But the Garou are fractured, and fight, and grow fewer each generation, we must stay strong or all is lost.
I have been destined to bring back the tribes, and to unite them, or die trying. Mother Gaia and Great Father showed the Croatan mercy, so we the Reborn Croatan shall show no mercy to the Wyrm!
|Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008|
New storyline and prologue
Ok people new start, new prespective, So here goes anew, still stcking with Khaine, cause he is my best character ever, a total badass, and to give you a better idea of what he is, in his hybrid crinos form he stands 10'6", weighs 1200 pounds all muscle, has green-grey reptilian scales, a long tail, clawed feet and hands, an elongated snout, much like a dragon's, filled with sharp teeth, four curved-back horns, fairly long pointed ears, a ridge of spiny plates along the top of his head running down his back and tail. Oh and one last thing Khaine, no matter what form he is in, he has Golden-Yellow eyes, with black, almond-shaped pupils.
He is dressed in black, and very loose cargo pants, a long, black loincloth over the pants, a black/grey armored vest with a shoulder guard plate over his right shoulder, held in place by a thick, wide belt slung over his chest. And to hold his single klaive, and his two glock 17 heavy pistols in place, Khaine wears a thick wide belt on his waist. And in keeping with his tribe's traditions he also wears a shroud or shawl over his head, also black to mourn the death of the Old Croatan Tribe, and to mourn the ravaging of Mother Gaia, or Mother Earth, who is Mother of all Garou, or Werewolves. This of course gives strength to Khaine in his quest to destroy all minions of the Wyrm, the true force of all Ruin, Destruction, Hatred, Genocide, and Oblivion.
Khaine was orphened at the age of 13, his parents, who were Kinfolk or humans of the Reborn Croatan, who knew of Khaine's true Garou nature, were slaughtered by a pack of Black Spiral Dancers, evil Garou twisted and lost to the Wyrm, and a Sabbat Vampire, a darkhaired female vampire with blue eyes and pale skin. he killed two BlackSpirals and injured the Sabbat vampire before running away. Where upon he found some BoneGnawers, hobo, street dwelling Garou, in the Trainyards of south Chicago, all back in 1989. They Bonegnawers seeing him as Garou, hid the young Khaine away. Helped him out best they could, he spent three months with the BoneGnawers, until they got him to some Silent Striders, Nomadic Garou from Egypt. Knowing through the contacting of Reborn Croatan ancestor spirits, Khaine was directed west, to New Mexico, the Black Range Mountains in the SouthWest of the State. Once there, he found the Naukun'Tsi or Wanderers as they called themselves, on a small reservation on the Southeast ridge of Black Peak. Here at last, Khaine found his people the Reborn Croatan.
Now the Reborn Croatan, were descended of the Lost Tribe of the Croatan, a tribe of Garou and Human Kinfolk, thought destroyed along with the English Colony of Roanoke back in the 17th Century, by the Eater of Souls, a powerful Manifestation of the Wyrm. But not all were destroyed, Three Kinfolk, two Croatan Garou and four English Colonists escaped west, guided by The Great Spirit and Mother Gaia, to this hidden Canyon in the shadow of the Black Peak, the Black Range Mountains of New Mexico. These eight survivors, three men and five women, including one female Garou and one male Garou, started a new tribe, taking in lost travelers and Native Indians who were survivors of their own tribes or those who were banished. The tribe slowly grew larger, and incorperated the languages of the others, and named themselves the Naukun'Tsi, or Wanderers. And after over 300 years, the Reborn Croatan are back to bring no Mercy to the Wyrm and its Minions.
Khaine is one of the warriors or Ahroun of the Reborn Croatan, trained in their ways, and sent on a quest to destroy the Wyrm piece by piece. He has come to New Eden, a city of my creation, set upon what is known as Akimiski Island, which is located in the lower southern part of Hudson Bay, and island some 60 miles long and 20 miles wide. Two-thirds of which is covered in a massive urban megapolis of 20 million people. There is but one bridge to the mainland, 20 miles away, and of course being such a large city, it is its own City-State, a member state of the United States of North America, formed from the three nations of North America, the United States, Mexico and Canada. Which became one big pan-american nation in 1947, mainly to counter the Soviet Union, which in my timeline still exists. The year is 2010 and now i welcome you to New Eden, and all the darkness this urban paradise of angst and corruption has to offer.