The time has come for mortals of Sapience to fear the coming of
night once again. I, for one, now embrace what I am. I care not
for the negative repercussions this may have on my eternally
damned soul. I repent not. Nay, I embrace the ferral that is
Consanguinity.

Every setting of the sun, mortals cower in your homes, or run
the risk of becoming a meal for one greater than you. Fellow
Consanguine, embrace the beast within! Let the hunt for mankind
being anew! Run rampant, show the world Blood is hungry, and
your thirst will be sated.

Bloodraged,
Povox.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Niuran, in the year 138 MA.