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[Adin Blackwind]

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The night got colder and Kotare strolled around Yew as he once did so many years ago. It wasn't to quiet his thoughts, but satisfy a hunger that has been growing inside him. He sought blood to sustain him. And it was at this time that he had the best chance of feeding with little disturbance.

He had found his victim. A shepard who was tending a flock of sheep. He seemed to be dozing off. Kotare sliped behind him and within a flash, he sunk his teeth into the shepards neck. But it was at this moment, Kotare felt the first instance of his sickness. The blood turned to ash in his mouth. and his embrace was quickly released.

"whats happening to me?" Kotare looked at his hands and then back towards the shepard. The Shepard, still with some strength left in him, began to shout. A couple spells later, the Shepard lay dead on the ground, but it was too late. His plea for help was heard and he could hear shouts of a mob in the distance. Kotare left before they would arrive and see him there. He tried to summon his mare for a quick escape but, Decay never came. He then ran deeper into the woods until he finally managed to lose the mob that sought the murderer of the Shepard. Comming home, he washed up and returned to bed. For the first time, he was worried about his future. He now knew what had happened to him. It was a kindred who sought to weaken him. But who? He knew many that would wish him dead. And death was moving closer to him as his powers were deminishing. He lay next to his wife wide awake for the remainder of the evening. He knows that his days are numbered. He knows that they are coming for him.