You are a predator, and you are prey. The very nature of becoming a
Consanguine binds you infinitely and eternally to your sire. Heaven
forbid you ever anger him or her, because he or she has complete control
over your actions at any time he or she wants.

You are not wild, nor free. You lose the spark that my Lord cherishes.
You are not natural, you exist outside the Rhythm as all undead beings
do.

I serve only one, and His name is Haern. No Consanguine can ever say he
or she serves only one, for that can never be true.

Rosalind Thetis
Huntress

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Variach, in the year 131 MA.