@Dark_Passenger Chris Wooding @Forn_Clakes Edwin Bridges Djinn Sinead Lovekin
Notaku sits in solitude at the farm, cross-legged and staring at the sky. It is the night of Autumnal Equinox, and as far as he knows, there would be no feast. Autumn was a time for reflection, a celebration of the life that has passed, and the death that was to come. It was time to harvest the fruits of a year's work, and plant the seeds of a new tomorrow. There did not need to be a large gathering for that, at least.
Notaku had with him the few strays he had cultivated into a herd, and contemplated their role in the cycle of life and death. They were but animals, and did not know sin - they had nothing to atone for. In some ways, Notaku envied the simplicity of their lives, but he did not envy that they were prey. He knew that as a predator he had to improve himself, not just for his own sake, but for the Sake of the Covenant as well. Those animals never had anything to prove - they just were. They existed as he was meant to be.
What were the Kindred meant to be? More than human, more than monster. The Ultimate predators? Perhaps, but all Kindred were not created equally. He frowned as his head filled with thoughts of purpose, of longing, of faith.
If only I was not alone...