Greetings

Now, I'm sure everyone has heard a lot of bull about Gangrels but let me tell you from a first hand experience we are not what we seem.

I am named Darian Pentan but I have gone by other names. The Gypsies call me Som, The Lupines call me Spinecracker, the humans refer to me as "The Black Woodsman" and the Kindred....well they just call me Darian.

If you want to know what goes on in the wooded areas of the world well all ya gotta do is ask. And that you have.

Let me show you another side of the world that few Cainites have traveled. I share something with the world because the world has shown something to me. We all long to fly. Well, I can do that. We all long to run free. I can do that, too. The only thing I can't do is breathe, but maybe one day, I will. We are called animals by others. They're right. We're all animals, as are those who call us that.

We strive to survive and that's what we're best at. Take your fancy Toreador, or a rich snobby Ventrue... Hell! Take any clan you choose, and you can plainly see that if you throw them into the wild they get all goosebumped and scared. The only clan I give any credit are the Nosferatu. They live in the sewers, for Christ's sake! Now, I dare anyone to try that for a week.

So I go on. I ask the others, "Can you look at a Get of Fenris in the face and shake its hand?" Hell, most respond ignorantly "What's A Get of Fenris?" Well, if ya don't know, it's a werewolf and I walk on their land with pride and they leave me alone. I have their trust and their protection. Yeah, that's correct, Mr. Brujah. Just you go ahead and follow me into those woods. One of us is coming out, and it sure ain't you.

Didya know that some werewolves even live in the city? That's right. They're called Glass Walkers and they make better friends than some Cainites. I'm no traitor to my kind. I'm just very accepting and as a survivalist I know how to make allies.

Don't say I can't make it in a city, 'cause I have. It just ain't nothing compared to what's out in the wild.

I look for no fights. I just want to explain that there are too many misunderstood creatures out there. If it's a fight you want, though, then just try. Before I was Embraced, I killed the last Grizzly Bear in North America with my bare hands because he killed my dad.

So, to all those who are misunderstood: We are just trying to make it in this world. And if you're Tremere, Toreador, or Ventrue? Get the stick out of your ass and stop bitchin'. Over half of you have never seen a Gangrel before. How can you complain about someone you've never met? To the Nosferatu? You're welcome to join us any time. And to the others: Just give us a chance. You may need us.

From the Lands Were the Wild Things Are
Darian (Som) Pentan