Caine Longfellow

Adventures are funny things....
...a thing to be remembered, and feared...
The hunt has begun

Caine surveyed the bloody gore strewn carnage of battle. Many lay dead at his feet, more in the paths behind him. He walked among the bodies, coming across a body, face up, shuddering in the night air. his wound were mortal, many slashes from Caine's blade had made sure of that. Nothing but contempt shown in Caine's eyes as he spoke to the man. "Goodnight, brother," Raising his blade high above his head, he drove it into the man's chest, sending him to his eternal slumber. "The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living," Caine's thought to himself, slowly making his way back to his home, his family. He made his way carefully along the corpse strewn street, the chilly night air blowing the smell of death around the city. Today's battle was a repeat of the eternal blood bath that was this God forbidden bastard city. It was fight or die. The wind ripped through his hair and the moon glimmered above, a beacon to every child of the night. It was a signal, calling them home. Dawn was close at hand, the time to rest, heal, and prepare for the next day's pitiful fight for survival.

Memories have a way of drifting



Total blood donated to LI - 4,084,850.