Grigori has lurked in the underbellies and outskirts of the Old Countries of Eastern Europe for hundreds of years. Out of sight, watching, coveting the living, the human lanterns radiating warmth and beckoning him to drain them. Luckily his brood of critters soothe him, keep him at bay. Without them there would have been a century of massacres in his wake. This is a scavanger of the Clan Gangrel. (Personal project where I create my own takes on the vampire clans of the White Wolf rpg Vampire…
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