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@𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒒𝒊𝒏  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅：  

It was his birthday---it was very important and so while his garou was still sleeping it came with them out under the moon Sizhui knew. He cooked, a favorite meal, a birthday cake and most importantly there was a silk wrapped gift on the table, something he had made for his beloved. A fetish that would protect him when carried it, the magic recharged under the moon. A bounce on the bed and a meep "A-Ling...happy birthday." the food set next to him.

                    ✧・ﾟ:*  〈  𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 ( 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ) 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆!  〉 *:・ﾟ✧

He  leans  forward,  almond  eyes  blinking  once,  twice,  several  times,  sharp  features  adorned  by  a  countenance  of  apparent  INDIFFERENCE,  although  overflowing  TENDERNESS  filled  that  creature  so  little  given  to  demonstrations  of  INTIMACY.  At  that  point,  after  so  much  time  of  seemingly  peaceful  coexistence  and  mutual  COMPANIONSHIP  with  such  tremendously  different  species,  there  should  be  no  longer  anything  worthy  of  SURPRISE  between  the  two  at  this  rate.

In  retrospect,  this  is  perhaps  his  most  UNUSUAL  birthday  ever:  His  family  has  always  been  eager  to  respect  each  and  every  TRADITION  and  FORMALITY  that  high-ranking  members  of  the  tribe  might  need  to  endure  through  their  lives.  And  even  now,  what  surprises  him  the  most  is  receiving  such  a  simple  thoughtful  gift,  instead  of  having  to  wear  the  SKIN  of  some  poor  animal  in  some  RITUAL  under  the  moonlight.  Such  a  thought  ends  up  pulling  out  of  him  a  small  chuckle  of  amusement  with  the  present  context,  albeit  still  remaining  a  bit  UNCERTAIN  of  how  to  react:  It’s  all  so  simple  and  intimate  that  every  second,  every  detail  is  carefully  ENGRAVED  in  the  heart  of  this  creature  of  such  a  young  age,  but  more  accustomed  to  RAGE  and  BRUTALITY  than  to  moments  like  this.

Garou  sits  down,  still  somewhat  dumbfounded,  before  taking  the  small  object  in  his  hands,  carefully  EXAMINING  every  aspect  of  it,  as  if  he  wanted  to  make  sure  it  was  something  real:  so  well  made  and  so  careful.  But  before  he  could  even  articulate  any  other  thoughts,  the  unfolding  events  brought  him  back  to  reality,  somewhat  surprised  but  trying  to  maintain  a  COOL  FACADE  as  his  confident  speech  breaks  the  silence: 

❛❛ This  attention  to  detail  of  yours  truly  is  IMPRESSIVE.  The  elders  would  KILL  for  magic  as  intricate  and  delicate  as  this  one. . . ❜❜      However,  the  words  of  kindness  coming  so  casually  from  the  other  seem  to  mute  his  words  for  a  second,  as  young  Silver  Fang  looked  down  hesitantly.  Good  thing  he  did  so,  maybe  the  expression  he’s  wearing  now  would  be  too  strange,  so  UNWORTHY  of  an  Aroun  of  his  tribe.  But  at  least  such  pause  seems  to  buy  him  some  time  to  think  about  his  own  words  a  little  better  before  continuing,  looking  up  at  the  other,  finally  working  up  some  COURAGE  for  one  hand  to  reach  for  the  changeling’s  soft  face.      ❛❛ T-THANKS,  Sizhui.  I  ⸻ ❜❜      Another  long,  HESITANT  pause.      ❛❛ ⸻  I'm  not  going  to  eat  this  ALL  BY  MYSELF,  right? ❜❜

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Ogay I know this basically interests no one but I’ve been really wanting to elaborate on this one subject. It mostly concerns an Alternative Verse I’ve been dying to use:  Ravnos/ Vampire!Xue Yang.

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Bɪʀᴛʜᴩʟᴀᴄᴇ:  Yueyang, Hunan province, China

Sᴩᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ:  Vampire  /  Magic user

Cʟᴀɴ:  Ravnos                                        •    Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:  12th  (via Diablerie)

Nᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ:  Anarchist                                 •    Dᴇᴍᴇᴀɴᴏʀ:  Chameleon

Cᴏᴍᴩᴜʟꜱɪᴏɴ ( ᴄʟᴀɴ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ):  ( Mass ) Murder

Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ:  Independent  /  Sabbat  ( an organization of vampires who reject the Traditions. ) ⠀ ⠀

█   ＡＢＩＬＩＴＩＥＳ   ( 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) :

Aɴɪᴍᴀʟɪꜱᴍ  ( ●○○○○ ):   is a Discipline that brings the vampire closer to their animalistic nature. This not only allows them to communicate with and gain dominance over creatures of nature, but gives them influence over the Beast itself.

Fᴏʀᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ  ( ●●○○○ ):   Fortitude grants the vampire the ability to resist all kinds of damage, however, it fulfils its part of God's curse in that it bred arrogance and overconfidence.

Cʜɪᴍᴇʀꜱᴛʀy ( ●○○○○ ):   the trademark discipline of the Ravnos that conjures illusions into existence. Such phantom images are as real as the Cainite's skill allows, and will even fool technological sensors.

Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄy  ( ●●●○○ ) :   is a form of blood magic that deals exclusively with the world of the dead: wraiths and the Shadowlands.  ( the parallel with the actual canon ) ⠀ ⠀

█   ＢＡＳＩＣ   ＩＮＦＯ :

Xue Yang lived as a mortal in Yueyang for years, which, at that time, was one of the Kuei-Jin territories. The Kuei-Jin are an entirely different kind of supernaturals originally from China, roughly speaking they are fierce corpses who were able to cultivate their soul/consciousness back into their bodies. To White.Wolf's universe they'd be the eastern equivalent of vampires. since they feed on qi/life energy.

He was used as a quick life force energy for them to feed on, which resulted in a life similar to slavery constantly bouncing between life and death in exchange for having his life spared by the Kuei-Jin. However, that only served as fuel to his hatred against these supernaturals.

However, everything changed when a fugitive Ravnos managed to get into the territory and, promising to give young Xue Yang enough powers to get his revenge, embraced him and turned him into a vampire in exchange for help to stay alive and hidden in the territory. This Ravnos had in his possession some stolen texts from the Nagaraja concerning the use of advanced necromancy. And, after some... Disagreements, in the end, Xue Yang couldn’t resist to Diablerize ( absorb his powers and soul by bleed him dry and drink ) his own sire for his power.

With knowledge of necromancy and fueled by this relentless sense of destruction, Xue Yang managed, almost single handedly, to decimate the entire court that had claimed the territory. Which reached the ears of more and more Kuei-Jin courts, making him basically the number one enemy of them all, further cementing the poor relations between the Ravnos clan and the Kuei-Jin. But it also reached the ears of the arising Sabbat growing roots on east Asia, which got the interest of some of its leaders.

Thus, he was “cordially invited” to be part of the Sabbat for a while ( for as long his necromantic powers were useful against the Kuei-Jin, serving as shield for the territory and gain more and more lands ).

However, things went wrong during the Week of Nightmares. When Zapathasura woke from his slumber, basically Xue Yang suffered with the waves of nightmares inflicted upon the vampires who weren’t close enough to be eaten by the Ravnos founder during the combat against the Kuei-Jin, but weren’t too far to not suffer with the strength of his powers. Basically causing what was left of his sanity/humanity to be lost.

After the death of the Antidiluvian, he went into frenzy and yet again couldn’t resist not only to his primal compulsion for murder, but also the intense bloodlust felt by every Ravnos childer at the time. He destroyed an entire village of humans, only to be found by a priest who wrongly presumed he was the last survivor of the massacre. 

Xue Yang couldn’t attack this said priest for he possessed the only attribute that could stop such a humanity lacking vampire: True Faith. Basically, as the name implies, is a strong and firm believe of any kind ( can be religious of any sort too ). In some cases, true faith makes a mortal akin to angels and also causes an unbelievable discomfort to any supernatural who approaches the said mortal.

He spent years with this priest, recovering strength and powers, but also learning a bit of humanity while slowly corrupting this priest in order to make him reachable enough. 

After an unforeseen “terrible incident”, Xue Yang ended up bleeding him dry. 

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@𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒒𝒊𝒏​  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅:

"Happy Kiss Day--A Ling." the boy was shifted half way at least bunny ears still perked through long dark hair as he caught fingers in the werewolf's shirt and tugged him to be allowed to kiss him.  He was still a gentleman after all and would not take a kiss unless freely given.

Gaia  doesn’t  seem  to  have  blessed  him  with  any  DELICACY  or  PATIENCE.  By  the  spirits,  even  he  was  aware  from  a  very  early  age  that  his  brute  paws  were  better  at  providing  DESTRUCTION  than  CARE,  to  the  point  not  even  his  peers  seemed  to  have  the  slightest  interest  in  being  around  ━━━━━━━━━  like  any  creature  with  SELF-PRESERVATION  instinct  would.  Perhaps  that  was  the  price  to  pay  for  being  born  under  the  full  moon,  his  fury  having  the  strongest  power,  as  necessary  for  a  future  LEADER.  But  when  it  came  to  that  particular  creature,  of  many  others,  what  resided  in  this  cub’s  heart  was  the  desire  to  be  as  gentle  and  affable  as  the  noble  spirits  of  the  forest  who  promoted  HEALING  and  GROWTH  instead  of  anything  he  was  able  do.

Caught  started  for  a  second,  there's  uncertainty  about  what  to  say  at  first. . .  Was  this  tradition  from  Arcadia?  Or  would  it  be  something  from  humans?  Silver  Fang  didn't  remember  hearing  any  such  a  thing,  but  bluntly  asking  might  just  RUIN  such  an  opportune  moment.  What  was  left  to  do,  thus,  was  just  seize  the  moment,  the  corners  of  his  lips  tug  slightly,  forming  a  discreet  smile,  even  though  there  was  a  hint  of  confusion  in  his  features.      ❛❛ I  wonder  HOW  we  would  celebrate  that. . . ❜❜      Says  he  in  jest,  before  his  forehead  is  placed  over  the  other's,  feeling  the  warmth  of  his  breath  LEISURELY  colliding  against  his  skin,  calmly  nuzzling  the  other's  delicate  nose  in  a  first  demonstration  of  affection,  then  brushing  their  skin  together,  slowly  building  CONFIDENCE  to  finally  be  able  to  give  the  desired  gesture,  touching  the  warm  lips  against  those  of  his  beloved,  soft  and  delicate,  MINDING  his  pace  almost  afraid  to  scare  the  other  away.