The Ventrue who discovered and perfected this Devotion was an unfortunate nomad who faced “opposition” from the Kindred whose territory through which he passed (and poached on). Battered and injured by the fists, bullets and blades of his foes, he confronted his rivals in parley nonetheless — entrancing and fascinating the attackers with the blood that welled and dripped from his own wounds. The Ventrue’s injuries held a strange, primal beauty for the other Kindred, whose resistance to the Lord’s influential powers was eroded by sanguine desire.
