In the summertime, the city never truly sleeps.
Above in the Box Populi, a sluggish stream of energised Kine pine away in the midnight hours. Their blood pumps in their veins; their circadian rhythm is peaked and the human prey is curiously, dangerously, alert. The energy of the day lingers long into the enfeebled night. It is kind of thrilling.
The Elysium by contrast, is quiet. Caught out by a paucity of time, the lords of the night can only scramble for the hunt in the increasingly limited hours of darkness. This does not mean Elysium is empty.
Tonight Kindred must take counsel with one another.
Alessandra Orianna deltadream Twist Cayce @ErLangShan Krieg Psychangel