Guest Speaker
Morning. I'll begin with saying I'm here under protest for a couple of reasons. First, I don't like dragging myself out of my warm bed at this ungodly hour and second, my brain doesn't function at its optimal best at this hour like some early risers I know. Okay, got that out of the way so if one of these disgustingly cheerful people ginning around the office here will be kind enough to keep my source of caffeine topped off, I'll try to come across to you as marginally intelligent.
Let me see, according to the pretty little lady hovering at my shoulder (Kaithlin), I should identify myself. Right; my name is Royce and most who know me consider me something of a renegade; one of the nicer things I've been called. I suppose that description is appropriate since I like to do things my way at my leisure, which includes keeping to my bed until a decent hour. Okay, okay; I've already mentioned that. God, I just hate that some folks can laugh and joke around before the sun comes up. Anyway, since I'm supposed to keep this post to the point so you don't get too bored to read the rest of it (so sue me if I don't pull it off) let me get on with it.
My claim to infamy is that of being a Tracker and what, you might wonder, is that? Just what it implies. I track down those dubious characters who like to think the world and its inhabitants are at their disposal. No, I'm not a bounty hunter looking for the dregs of humanity though I sometimes run across those types in my travels. I don't have the time nor the inclination to deal with that sorry lot but I do, if time and circumstance allows, alert the various law enforcement authorities to their whereabouts. And, yeah, I've been known to leave a few of the worst criminals of the human element slightly incapacitated so they don't take a notion to vacate the area before they're caught.
But capture isn't my game, unless I have no choice in the matter, and believe me when I tell you that not having a choice will really put my nose out of joint ( a mild way of saying what I've been told I can't say here). While I work alone, I'm put on the trail of my quarry by folks who work for the same purpose I do; to protect people like you, as well as other law abiding Kinds, from those types that use their superior knowledge and abilities for ill gain and other selfish purposes.
I know many of you don't believe other Kinds exist and as far as I'm concerned everyone is entitled to believe what they will or won't. But I will say that at some point ignorance ceases to be blissful. What really frosts my tail is when irrefutable evidence of the existence of one or the other of those b------s is staring down someone's throat, yet they still refuse to believe. But that has been going on forever and it isn't likely to change all that much, regardless of obvious evidence. That blind ignorance is what gives legitimacy to what I do. But I digress so let me continue.
One hasn't been where I've been and do what I do without eventually gaining a jaded outlook on life in general. It was my choice to become a Tracker; a choice I made when, at an early age, I lost my father in an unwarranted attack, for no other reason than for being who he was. He was Werewolf; supreme leader of our tribe, and no finer an individual existed. Yeah, that means I'm Werewolf too, and damned proud of that side of my heritage. My mother happens to be a Witch and I'm just as proud of that blood running through my veins. It has never been proven but I suspect both sets of genetics are what make my older brother and me a bit different from others of both Kinds, Werewolf and Witch. Our inherent abilities are more enhanced, such that we are more physically powerful and more mentally capable of performing certain feats than Witch or Werewolf.
If it sounds like I'm bragging, I'm not. I'm just stating facts. Those enhanced abilities serve me well for they make it possible for me to outwit and overpower those of both my Kinds who've gone bad, and hold my own with another Kind that is ordinarily more physically powerful than most (not all)Witches or Werewolves, that being the Vampyre. And a rogue Vampyre is a force to be reckoned with; a fierce fiend without moral or conscience.
I track all Kinds, apart from humans, and when I find them I pass the information on and Hunters of one Kind or another are sent in to do the actual capture and destroy missions so I can move on to the next case. There are times when circumstances have forced me to either capture and destroy, or assist the Hunters, but most times I'm able to avoid being hung up with that end of it. I'm not adverse to being in on the capture and destruction but as there are so few of both Trackers and Hunters to go around, we've all established our boundaries in order to cover all that must be covered.
You get the picture; it isn't the rare event. As time goes on, more and more of those who rarely ventured into modern society are taking up residence here, and those with evil intentions are getting bolder, greedier, and more dangerous. So if you don't want to believe, at the very least take the time to know your neighbors and acquaintances, know where your children are at all times and who they're with (can the crap that you can't keep an eye on them all the time), and use common sense about where you go and what you do.
Whether you know it or not there are many of other Kinds not only looking out for the safety of their own but looking out for the safety of you and yours. So the least you can do is attempt to overcome whatever fears and insecurities you have about acknowledging our existence. Have a good one, Royce.
Let me see, according to the pretty little lady hovering at my shoulder (Kaithlin), I should identify myself. Right; my name is Royce and most who know me consider me something of a renegade; one of the nicer things I've been called. I suppose that description is appropriate since I like to do things my way at my leisure, which includes keeping to my bed until a decent hour. Okay, okay; I've already mentioned that. God, I just hate that some folks can laugh and joke around before the sun comes up. Anyway, since I'm supposed to keep this post to the point so you don't get too bored to read the rest of it (so sue me if I don't pull it off) let me get on with it.
My claim to infamy is that of being a Tracker and what, you might wonder, is that? Just what it implies. I track down those dubious characters who like to think the world and its inhabitants are at their disposal. No, I'm not a bounty hunter looking for the dregs of humanity though I sometimes run across those types in my travels. I don't have the time nor the inclination to deal with that sorry lot but I do, if time and circumstance allows, alert the various law enforcement authorities to their whereabouts. And, yeah, I've been known to leave a few of the worst criminals of the human element slightly incapacitated so they don't take a notion to vacate the area before they're caught.
But capture isn't my game, unless I have no choice in the matter, and believe me when I tell you that not having a choice will really put my nose out of joint ( a mild way of saying what I've been told I can't say here). While I work alone, I'm put on the trail of my quarry by folks who work for the same purpose I do; to protect people like you, as well as other law abiding Kinds, from those types that use their superior knowledge and abilities for ill gain and other selfish purposes.
I know many of you don't believe other Kinds exist and as far as I'm concerned everyone is entitled to believe what they will or won't. But I will say that at some point ignorance ceases to be blissful. What really frosts my tail is when irrefutable evidence of the existence of one or the other of those b------s is staring down someone's throat, yet they still refuse to believe. But that has been going on forever and it isn't likely to change all that much, regardless of obvious evidence. That blind ignorance is what gives legitimacy to what I do. But I digress so let me continue.
One hasn't been where I've been and do what I do without eventually gaining a jaded outlook on life in general. It was my choice to become a Tracker; a choice I made when, at an early age, I lost my father in an unwarranted attack, for no other reason than for being who he was. He was Werewolf; supreme leader of our tribe, and no finer an individual existed. Yeah, that means I'm Werewolf too, and damned proud of that side of my heritage. My mother happens to be a Witch and I'm just as proud of that blood running through my veins. It has never been proven but I suspect both sets of genetics are what make my older brother and me a bit different from others of both Kinds, Werewolf and Witch. Our inherent abilities are more enhanced, such that we are more physically powerful and more mentally capable of performing certain feats than Witch or Werewolf.
If it sounds like I'm bragging, I'm not. I'm just stating facts. Those enhanced abilities serve me well for they make it possible for me to outwit and overpower those of both my Kinds who've gone bad, and hold my own with another Kind that is ordinarily more physically powerful than most (not all)Witches or Werewolves, that being the Vampyre. And a rogue Vampyre is a force to be reckoned with; a fierce fiend without moral or conscience.
I track all Kinds, apart from humans, and when I find them I pass the information on and Hunters of one Kind or another are sent in to do the actual capture and destroy missions so I can move on to the next case. There are times when circumstances have forced me to either capture and destroy, or assist the Hunters, but most times I'm able to avoid being hung up with that end of it. I'm not adverse to being in on the capture and destruction but as there are so few of both Trackers and Hunters to go around, we've all established our boundaries in order to cover all that must be covered.
You get the picture; it isn't the rare event. As time goes on, more and more of those who rarely ventured into modern society are taking up residence here, and those with evil intentions are getting bolder, greedier, and more dangerous. So if you don't want to believe, at the very least take the time to know your neighbors and acquaintances, know where your children are at all times and who they're with (can the crap that you can't keep an eye on them all the time), and use common sense about where you go and what you do.
Whether you know it or not there are many of other Kinds not only looking out for the safety of their own but looking out for the safety of you and yours. So the least you can do is attempt to overcome whatever fears and insecurities you have about acknowledging our existence. Have a good one, Royce.
posted by Dreamteller at
4:02 AM
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