Listen fellow Gangrel, as Ashra Black tells the tale of her past. A tale she honors within her title, as Slayer Of The Highlands. Harken, for here she speaks the truth.....

As a young vampyr in the highlands, I would wander around, learning as much as I could about my talents and how to use them. There was many a time they saved me from difficult situations. But there was an incident which would change my life.

Waking up as usual at the end of sunset. I started my normal walk around the land watching my territory filled with eagerness of being young. As the night bore on and my hunger slowly grew I made my way to a local village, to feed. On my way I encountered a group of five or so people who had held up a wagon, by cutting down a tree and laying it across the road, which looked to be carrying passengers.

They were having a loud discussion. shouting at who ever was in there to leave the carriage. His driver lay dead on the floor blood spilling on the ground. By this time I had stayed hidden to see what would happen, not wanting to intervene. A figure got out of the wagon goaded by the group. He stood his ground. But one of them went to attack and was soon thrown back by this man. Not deterred he went for him again. But before he knew it a pair of claws (a skill I knew I possessed) had pierced his flesh and was now working their way across the body. The remainder of the group looked fazed by the action of the enemy. But they still went for him, all at once. This surprised the victim as he was thrown to the ground, it didn't take long for them to start to win this unfair battle. So, quietly I sneaked up on the nearest one and speared him right through the chest (from behind). He fell on his comrades, to which the other turned round and saw me.

This time he was more prepared than me. He drew a sword , I was unarmed apart from the claws. He lunged at me, but I was swift and soon got out of the way. Looking at him he was a sturdy fellow, one that would last a while in any fight.

We fought for a while until he became tired and started to make mistakes. There I seized my opportunity. One of the earlier members had fallen rather badly to reveal his sword. At the right moment I grabbed it , just as my opponent ran towards me. With a flick of the wrist it was over.

The sword had run him through. To which the shock he showed was apparent, but then that changed to laughter.

" No one can kill me. No one" he said to me.

But then with hand on the hilt I pulled the sword up cutting him upwards and chopping off his head. That I don't think pleased him. He fell, leaving a mess of blood and limbs on the ground.

I turned to find the remaining member still standing leaning over the man. For some reason he did not know I was there. With that advantage and him being distracted, leering over his victim, I tackled him, throwing him to the ground. (underneath was the tree) He fell, now unable to move. The man saw this and laughed, taking his sword, and with one swift action it was over with.

Then the man introduced himself.

" I thank you good lady for saving me this night. But what is some one like you doing stalking the woods this late?" he asked.

"My lord" for that he was, by looking at his clothes, now torn and muddied, "You have no need to worry your self over such trivial matters as this. For now we must get you home before others come"

"You look as if you need shelter as much as me" he replied, "Come, we will go to my home, it is not far and there we can rest"

I accepted his offer, as for once I actually felt a chill run down my spine. That was a strange feeling. He took the remaining horse and rode together to his home. There we rested in peace, there the future lay before me.

Over the course of the winter he explained everything to me. About the Clans, what each was like, what I was, a gangrel he called it, a nomad who wanders the night. He taught me so much. Everything I know now is because of this man.

This stranger who I helped save. While I was there I asked one question.

"How come you know so much ?"

"Because I am your Sire." He replied

When the seasons passed and spring dawned apon us again, the courts of vampires opened once more and I was introduced to it all. Introduced that is as a Slayer Of The Highlands (those men I had defeated, turned out to be a group of Sabbat). And that I was to be respected for it.

And so my story ends, a little of my unlife told as it should be, to others.

May the nights bless you with good hunting.