The years pass me by, and I watch. I watch, and I learn. I am 37 years
old at the time of writing this, but I feel that much older. Already I
have lived one lifetime, and yet, I have many more before me. I am a
Thrall. My Sire does not matter. Nor does my Bloodline, suffice it to
know I come from a noble Bloodline.

It has oft been asked of me, why I have not yet chosen the Embrace. So
far, my answer has always been the same. I hadn't the ability to surpass
my current skill level. But that is only a half truth. I know fully well
that with hard work I could easily find ways to strengthen myself.

But here is the truth; there is only one Sire worthy: Belladonna. Queen
of the Blood, she is the First of the Bloodlines. She is the progenitor
of our kind. From her was spawned a single Childe, and from that Childe,
four others: Zoharim, Faith, Paracelsus, and Zahmekoses.

Am I arrogant for saying such? Am I thinking too high of myself for
that? But then again, isn't that the mindset of the Consanguine? To
think that way? To be above others? Quite the quandary as my Blood wars
with my Mortality.


These questions have been asked through the ages by Thrall after Thrall.
For as a Thrall in a House you are taught that you are as a slave,
albeit a slightly higher ranking slave than a pure mortal. But you are
still a slave. They are taught about the chasm between mortality and
Blood and yet they are not given the bridge to step over that gap.
Instead, they are expected to make that leap at the moment of Embrace as
if that is enough. But it isn't enough. It isn't enough to simply to
have the Blood in your veins. Look around you at the multitudes of
Blooded who act like children and run rampant tarnishing the true nature
of our kind because they have not been taught the pride of the Blood.
The are mortal souls in immortal bodies. They have not been taught or
prepared to live for eternity. And because of this, it is no wonder that
many of then sink into Insanity as their souls decay and their bodies
live on. It is no wonder that the Blood has fallen into disgrace.

In the centuries since the Creation of our kind, the Blood has thinned.
It has been spread too wide. It has been weakened as its Powers wan with
impurities. I am not the first to see this. The eldest of the Blood have
watched it with their own eyes as they have lost skills and powers over
the years. The leadership has fallen to lower ranking Consanguine as the
Princes and Princess sleep and hide in their graves. Their city that
they held for so long has fallen to the hands of Mortals. Leaders? Rules
of the Realm? All I see are shells of power, sleeping.

Yes, my words are provocative. They are meant to be. Be it to rouse the
sleeping dragons from their dens or to spur those still living into
action. Don't reply to this with more posts, arguing against me. These
are my opinions, and opinions can't be debated. But is you are wise, you
will see the truth in my visions. You will hear my words and you will
know your place and your duty. Awaken. Awaken the Blood within you. Let
it consume you until the power flows through like the breaths of
mortals.


Penned by my hand on the 10th of Slyphian, in the year 118 MA.