As I awake, I know that something is wrong. I can feel the tiny shift in
the wind as I lifted my head from a rock that I was using as a makeshift
pillow. I stare up at the night sky above me, carefully watching the
movements of the two ancient stars, Artos, and the sparkling hand of
Edamil glimmering in the east, appearing to reach to Enorian. I glance
down at my hands, and blink in astonishment as I realize that they look
normal. I bring myself up to a sitting position, cautiously bringing my
head from side to side, appraising my surroundings. What is it? What has
made me different? Why would this night be different than all the
others? I feel uneasy, not knowing if I should arise

I stand and begin my arduous walk towards Bloodloch, taking time to
study my surroundings, sprinting occasionally to test the limits of my
newly Consanguine body. As I move into the western Gate of Bloodloch, I
see that my Sire, Kragar is here. I bow nearly to the ground in complete
servitude to my Master, waiting for him to speak the first words. �How
does your training go, Thrall Yeshu?� I explain to him that my training
is going well, and that I shall be entitled to Embracement soon. Kragar
smiles slightly, allowing his fangs to show. I wish that he knew how
happy that I felt, how gratuitous that I was that I, of all people, had
been entitled to an Enthrallment by a Duke of one of the four main
houses� House Bahir�an. My body and mind wells up with pride at the
mentioning of my Imperial Consanguinic House. I am so pleased that I
have been given the chance to be a member of this illustrious House.
Kragar�s voice becomes serious for a second as he lowers it stealthily.
�Actually, Yeshu, there is something that has been plaguing me for quite
a while.� I pause in mid-step, wondering if it is possible. Could my
Sire and I have some sort of sense about this sort of thing? Could we
both be united by a cause? I snap my attention to him, listening
intently to what he has to say. �You see, Yeshu, I have been looking at
some of the rogue Consanguinic houses lately, and they leave much to be
respected. I remember the times of Old� the time of the Imperium, the
times of the Council of Blood; our once-proud history has fallen into
shambles.�

Like the final peace of a child�s puzzle falling into place, I suddenly
understood what was plaguing my Sire, and what had been on my mind for
so long. All too often I would go to the Crystal Leaf Inn and see lesser
Consanguine licking and pouncing on Mortals, getting drunk, and
generally acting like fools. It shames me to call myself a Consanguine
when I realize that I am related, however sparsely, to these fools. This
is a plea, a request, a demand. I am not against those who enjoy having
a good time. To deny that would be to deny what makes us who we are; a
little light mirth here and then is acceptable, but I do not want to see
any Consanguine acting like fools, especially in front of the Mortals in
Sapience.

I will not allow myself to be degraded any further because some of you
do not have the self-control to act with maturity. The next time that
you consider acting like this, remember your roots. Remember your Blood.
Remember where you came from.

Sincerely,
Thrall Yeshu
House Bahir�an


Penned by my hand on the 19th of Ios, in the year 157 MA.