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Neka wasn't too far from the gangrel that was howling. He had been wandering in the woods since nightfall, as he often did when he lacked other things to do. Curiosity got the best of him and he truged towards where the howling had come from.

He eased closer, silently. He peered for a moment, before being convinced that this vampire was a fellow gangrel. He stepped from the shadows slowly, with a poise he learned before he had been embraced. It wasn't too hard to tell he was a neonate, it looked like he hadn't frenzied much at all, or at least nothing that seemed to have left a mark. His hair was messy, he wore no shirt. His pants were still intact-though it looked as if they were a size or two big. On his hands, there was still crusted blood, it didn't appear that Neka was too into bathing often.

He simpley nodded his head in hello, he never had been big on greeting others, let alone an introduction. He was a loner in his life before the embracing, and he still felt like a loner now.

Neka looked at the second gangrel-vampire that arrived. He wasn't as impressive, he looked back towards Ennoia. An Elder, Huh? He thought to himself. Now that he knew the ranking, he wished he knew a name to go along with it.

He glanced back at Quinn, looking him over again. To avoid looking as if he was staring at the vampire that just arrived, he gave a light nod of greeting. Still he didn't speak.

"I am.. " Neka responded, he was a man.. vampire of few words. . He looked around a moment, before finding a tree to lean up against. He slid down against it; it felt good scratching his back up against the bark. When he was sitting, he brought his legs, so he was sitting indian style.

Chanda lay in the woods, on the branch of a tree, it was daytime, and the leaves kept the area dark and shadowed. Her tail was curled about her body, she law on her stomach, her paws crossed under her chin as she lay asleep, awaiting the night to fall, it was only midday, so she would sleep for a few more hours before it was safe to tavle about, and go hunting, she hadn't fed in a couple of days, so she was planning.

It was, in these very same woods, that something stole through the trees. Something cold and soft yet wild with the coppery taste of danger that left the biting sting of fear in the hearts of animals close enough to have their senses pricked into alert. From within the folds of a circular clearing of trees there came the racious call of a singular crow as he stood tall over a patch of disturbed earth. Hopping, clearly agitated as his bright eyes gleamed across and through the trees. He called fierce and loud into the sky, unanswered and unnoticed.. for the first few minutes. The sky darkened suddenly over the clearing, one might think it had begun to storm. A quick change in light might have proved correct were it not for the tumultuous cry ringing out. Crows. Hundreds if not thousands of the scavenging beasts circling and calling in harsh, shrill voices. Slowly they descended, joining their lone brother upon the disturbed earth. Hopping, calling, littering the woods with their feathers and frightening away anything that had decided it was a fine idea to linger and feed their curiousity.

Slept, it had felt like and eternity though he doubted it was so long a time. The earth churned and coiled about his body like a snake coils about it's prey and he found his will to fight it slowly returning. Something was different. The old scents returned to him along with new, enigmatic ones. He felt the burning in his belly, as he nearly screamed in a rage of hunger and pain. The final straw came when he snapped, the beast had claimed him and he tore through the moist dirt, roots and stones that encased his emaciated frame like the tomb it truly was. He could feel it, deep in his belly, burning, rending his flesh, shredding his entrails like glass as his claws buried themselves into earth and pushed, pulled, tore and finally tasted the cold, bitter air of freedom. The first crow turned his head towards the ground, blinking almost stupidly before he gave a startled call of fright and sped backwards in a burst of feathers as the first sighting of the Gangrel became reality. The earth seemed to be trying to swallow him, yet in such a way was he that the male seemed to be fighting it savagely.

An arm struck out, gripping fresh ground and raking long, slicing gouges as he pulled himself from the depths. Roots draping his bony frame he pulled at them, snapping the juicy foliage almost effortlessly. With a few, final snaps he was free. Almost sailing in a tumbling heap across the ground and out into the open, sending the crows in a frenzy as they took to the sky and circled. But Kale had no time to catch his breath, his eyes were clouded over with hunger-lust and he found himself on the run towards a beating heart. The deer was far away yet he closed the distance in no time at all and was upon the poor, dumb beast in seconds. His claws sinking into it's soft, yeilding hide. The scent of blood driving him even deeper into his madness as the beast growled in triumph and he fed, too soon, the fresh taste made him wretch. No sooner had he finished with his first meal than he found another. It took ten kills to sate his hunger, more like he could no longer fill his belly lest it should burst at the seams. Falling to the ground he thrashed, growling and crying out in pain as the beast ravaged his body and brought forth new changes which he'd later remember as 'the product of madness'.

It had taken him several hours to repress the beast and force it back down, but slowly Kale was winning the fight. The beast seeming to realize that he was now fed and danger had abated due to starvation. His thrashing ceased, laying stationary and gazing skyward as he calmed his nerves. He could feel the gain in strength as a result of his new rank as Ancillae and it was a most curious sensation indeed. Blinking his luminous, golden eyes he slowly sat upright. Stretching his body and cracking his neck. That was when he realized that the woods were no longer his alone. His eyes narrowed as he scented the air, a low growl rumbling up from his chest like slow thunder. Who skulked in darkness? There was no heat so he easily guessed it was vampiric in origin. But one of his own brethren? Perhaps, though it had been a long while since he had last laid eyes upon another of his Clan.

The transition from sitting to standing took little effort, his fur was quite a disaster, roots still managed to cling in places, twigs were caught along his fur and blood still lingered upon his chest, claws and face. Yet he practically glowed with vitality and strength, being recently fed his body had filled out almost instantly and under all the nature he'd collected during his sleep there lay a strong health. His wings had been the ones to suffer his momentary rage and the feathers appeared all the more crow-like, his eyes glowed brighter and his fur was softer, more feather-like in texture. His eyes remained trained on the direction of the intruder, his fangs slowly baring, striking and ominous, as he spoke. "Friend or foe, come from the shadows. I've no patience for games."

Kale quickly caught sight of the other as she moved, his eyes trailing her inquisitively, that spark of crow nature strongly threaded in his personality. "Gangrel." He said gruffly, no-nonesense. "From what clan do you hail?" He already had a feeling he knew the answer and his shoulders relaxed slightly, the fur that had stood on end along his spine slowly melting to join the rest of his pelt. Her demanding tone almost got him agitated again but if she was Gangrel, he'd make no enemy with her. That and he was far too patient to get stirred up over something so trivial.

The moonlight beat down upon the area, making shadows dance across the landscape and illuminating the world in silver hued dust. The shift of muscle beneath cream hued pelt was evident as he moved forward a pace, stepping from the mess of blood and earth where he'd previously lain, the remainder of twigs and vines shed from him as he shook himself free of their needy grasp. Yet his eyes remained focused upon her. For it was quite obviously a she. He had no feelings about her just yet, his mind was still trying to focus on the reality of his re-entry into the world. He'd been asleep a long while.