"So, what do you wish to ask then? You must have questions of some sort." I wonder is he is more powerful then he looks, or is just good at sensing emotions. I don't know which or maybe it's both, but either way I should be more careful. Now Sonia, repeat 'I have to stay on my guard. I have to stay on my guard.' Good girl, Sonia, good girl. Now let's see if I can remember that the whole time.

"Well for starters I'd like to know more about you before I go before I go anywhere else with this Q and A session."

"Fair enough. I told you before than my name is Koyote and as you have already gathered, he smirks at me, I'm true to my namesake. I think I did a decent job in tricking you into believing me weaker, harmlessly of course, but I fooled you all the same." Unfortunately he's right about that. Damn it Sonia! What did you think you were doing! Ye, gods I'm thankful that he didn't meant to kill me. If he had, well, I'd be one dead pussycat 'cause vampires aren't just dangerous physically. They are equally deadly with their mental abilities. If you don't think so then you've never seen what they can do. A strong vampire can kill from a distance with ease and that's just child's play for some of them. I sigh to myself in anger but keep my temper in check. I can't hurt him as much as I want to. Yeah, he did get the drop on me in a way but I want answers and, I don't think he'd still offer them to me if I tried to kill him. People are just no fun sometimes.

"All right, all right. You did, but you know information is good. Mind giving me some?" Now that sounded stupid. Oh, yeah way to go Sonia!

Koyote chuckles to himself, "Yes, now where are my manners? Seriously, though, you do need informing. A lone lycanthrope, particularly a Crystallinus Bestia should not be ignorant to her own heritage. There is much you need to learn before the night is out.

So let me being with myself as you requested. My clan is relatively new compared to the others of the Ferus Noctu or the nation of lycanthrope clans belongs to, including our two clans. I'm ancient compared to the time the Spazierganger Tod clan itself has been in existence. Which by the way, is nearly four hundred years old. I was born and raised among the Ataris or Darkness clan. I lived with my Ceata or, pack, as some would call it until that fateful night so many centuries ago.

I was only twenty-two at the time when he found me and changed me against my will. I was exiled from my Ceata and most of the clans refused to acknowledge me anymore. Save for a few members of my former Ceata, the Umbra clan and your own. You see, becoming a vampire is worse than true death with our kind. We are shunned entirely. I wandered and, after several hundred years of being a nomad, began finding others formerly of the Ferus Notcu nation who resented our exile. We still followed the ways of our ancestors, not of the parasites!

Eventually we banded together and brought our argument to the high council. Yes, we were and are vampires, but we were also lycanthropes. We debated many a night before the vote to allow us back into the nation was taken. Grudgingly they accepted us back into the Ferus Noctu, but not back to our respective clans and Ceatas. We were to form and our clan and thus the Spazielganger Tod came to be."

Whoa, now that is a lot of information. To think I would have killed to just get half of that, and he was offering it freely. Jackpot! Still I'm curious about my own kind…

"That tells me about your, clan, or whatever but what about mine? I still don't know anything about my own kind. I thought you were volunteering to tell a little something about them." He just grins at me and shakes his head. Well, hardy har har he found my impatience funny. I wanted to know! I don't think it's that funny.

So I'm ill informed he looks at me when I ask my questions like I should know all that already. Well how am I supposed to know that stuff if I found out all of a few minutes ago that there were more like me? Ugh! I just want to strangle the guy. Yes, I know. You can't technically strangle vampires to death 'cause they don't need to breathe, except to speak of course. Hey, maybe I could be the first to try it. Seriously though, Koyote has been wearing my patience very thin since I met him. As I have said my patience only lasts for so long and sooner or later I might have to make him tell everything he knows. If not now and willingly it will be now with a knife pointed to his heart, and crystalline claws to his throat.

"I see. Child, I'm getting to that you need only listen to the whole story I'm giving you. I will give you the knowledge you are looking for in due time." He called me child! The nerve of that guy.

"Don't call me child." I say flatly. I have done too much and see too much to truly be a child. In years I might be, but in state of mind I am hardly a child anymore.

"So, you do have that iciness you're famous for, he gives a sweeping bow, me apologies then. You are quite right. With a reputation such as yours, by now, you cannot be considered a child." The tone he uses a mix between respectful and mocking. I feel so lovely now. The vampire is making fun of me. I resist the urge to curl my lips back and snarl like the tyger I am. Right now I should, as they say, respect my elders.

I motion for him to continue, "Moving on…."

"Moving on, he grins again but suddenly goes more solemn as he continues with his tale, As I said we formed the Spazielganger Tod. While we were part of the Ferus Noctu again the others were resentful of vampires, he spat the word like it was the dirtiest thing you could say, were apart of the nation. The only clans that would aid us if need be, or even just associate with us were the Umbra, and Crystallinus Bestia. As such we mostly kept to ourselves, though I was still often invited to other tale fires to tell stories to the young ones. It's something I find pleasure in doing even after all these years. Within my own Ceata I was made the lorekeeper and for my entire clan.

It may sound silly to you, but being lorekeeper is to hold the history of your clan. Records are written down but most never see them unless the have permission from the high council. Rarely does the council permit the common lycanthrope to read them, only the known scholars are allowed.

So our history is told by word of mouth. The general storytellers and the lorekeeper keep the old legends alive so we don't make the same mistakes that we have in the past.

This is where your clan comes into the story. I came to know them very well two centuries ago when they asked me to come be their storyteller during the Winter Solstice. Who was I to refuse such an invitation? The Winter Solstice was when we would gather, relax, and tell ours tales that we had accumulated over the year. It was, and is, always a very festive time. It was even more interesting for the fact that the clan leader himself invited me, Dominick Dumah." What the, did he just say Dumah? I had heard the name Dominick before…that was the name of my many times great grandfather…

"Did I hear you right? Did you just say Dominick Dumah?" I just wanted to make sure I wasn't hearing things.

"Yes, you heard correctly. I said Dominick Dumah. Heh, familiar name eh?" He renders me speechless. I have no idea what to say. Could he be telling the truth? I don't know, but he has to be. How else would he know? My family has been dead for a decade now, and I have no living relatives that I'm aware of.