Searoth and others,

The Gift is something you cannot comprehend. Those who truly
understod what they were to be Given do not regret that choice,
but rather, they cherish it. Those who took the Gift as though
it were something to be thrown away whenever one desired are
needless to say, disappointed.

Truly, we of the Blood are blessed. The Gift is no more of
a plague than the ignorance that floods your city. Much like
the Light you worship that blinds you and yours to what
truly happens, making you feel safe and secure in your beds,
so too does the Darkness enfold our Kind, without the naievity
and burning sensation the Light provides. While the Blood has
learned to live peacefully with the living, you would destroy
that peace for the sake of your crusade of light. Yes,
we are welcomed to your tables as friends. Not all Mortals are
fools or food, the same as all Blood are not animals and
cold hearted killers. Each House has its distinct traits
and characteristics. Some do not agree to the tenets of others,
and some of the Ancient Houses sleep. This is why you see
an influx of Houses, and new organizations of Consanguine.

I, for one, am proud of what I have become. I am proud of what
I am, and proud of what I shall eventually be. Do not generalize
my kind as if we were a race of dogs or sheep. We are as diverse
as any other race. The Blood is strong, and it will only grow
stronger. Beware who you would unite your cause against, for
Darkness comes at the end of every day.

Respectfully wary,
Kem Toetl, Povox Scenve'na

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Variach, in the year 131 MA.