It all started very simply, this most unlikely meeting between the setite and the garou...Who could have known that it would blossom into such a fruitful relationship. Let's begin then from the beginning...

One starlit night the character known as SexyNakedCandy ("Candy" for short) came upon some people who had been drawn to warmth of the light by an open campfire. Now this set of people were, to say the least, an eclectic mixture of strangers but social all the same. One was known as Prince Ulric of Tremere, and though the others did not seem to know that he was a vampire at all, our dear Candy did; for as anyone knows.. it takes one to know one. He was very polite, this prince of the Tremere and introduced himself and his companions (whom, it turned out, were simply people he just met himself-all humans, but well met they became regardless). It was obvious that Ulric found Candy's company most...stimulating and as the night progressed, he continued to pursue interaction with the comely vampiress. They had this understanding, betwixt the two of them, of exactly who they were because it was simply a... social expectancy (if you will, we can refer to it as the Masquerade) that it not be discussed in the presence of any humans. And so they eventually quietly made private discussion of their own prospective endeavors.

Candy confessed that really, she was out that night to snatch a snack or two (at this reference, she giggled) and maybe meet someone of interest (her eyes in the general direction of the prince) but also that she served as liason for a queen who's kingdom stood in a nearby locale. At this mentioning, the prince perked (for royalty usually looks for someone of the same status) and asked further about this queen of hers. As they continued their little jot, for reasons unknown.. strangers kept happening by.

Now Candy, being a very beautiful woman is used to the usual one-liners from not so dolorous men.. but it seems that this particular night, she had had her fill of them and began to become a bit irritated (perhaps it was her hunger at the time) and after undue attention just.. lost it. Alas, the very next man that said anything to her, she attacked-full on. As he went through the normal plethora of pick-up lines, she altered her form into a more.. salient one for eating and well.. to put it simply, she knocked off the man's head. In the end he was just a bleeding headless pulp. Needless to say, this alarmed the other humans (whom had been close by) as to her real nature and they fled (some even screaming), but now she couldn't let them get away. It also seemed to attract the wrong kind of attention...

A little while later (about the 3rd victim or so) there appeared another man, medium height (5'10" about) not large and soft spoken. By then Candy was sitting on the last hapless victim's chest, blood dripping down her half-wolf form gullett, merrily devouring his heart with an occassional bray at the moon when this new stranger came upon her and the prince (whom was most politely not making a big deal of the whole gruesome mess and actually commending her on her execution of form-if you'll excuse the pun). Candy sighed again thinking that this man was most definitely going to say the wrong thing and arose from the split rib cage, preparing to kill once again.

As she smiled that bleeding razor-blade smile and sauntered over to the man, he seemed eerily unalarmed and quite sure of himself. He wore a grey shroud that partially hid his face but she could see a tuft of his sandy grey mohawk peeking from within the hood. She stopped just short of him, her smile never faltering, and found herself introducing herself. It turns out he was a very amiable man and for some reason she discovered she liked this mystery man even though she had just dealt with some very unappetizing (oops, i punned again) personalities. As her and Ulric and Hellhound continued their conversation (for that's what he indicated his name was) they were soon to discover that it would prove only a respite in the continuing barrage of stupid men approaching her. As the fourth appeared, she made her apologies and made ready to kill yet again with a belabored sigh.

It was then that a funny thing happened... Hellhound held his hand out to her. She blinked at the proffer of it and held hers hesitantly out to him. Suprisingly, he kissed the back of her hand and said simply, "Let me." With that he threw off his robe (or rather, it ripped off his body of it's own volition) as his form began to most steadily grow. Uh, maybe "growing" is not the proper term here.. or.. perhaps more elaboration should be thrown in. Not only did his body grow in height and mass, and not only did he start to grow grey fur (and lots of it, by the way), but it seems his uhm.. heads began to multiply. To say the least Candy and Ulrich were quite captive with curiosity. From somewhere on his body (it could have been off his back in a scabbard) he pulled out a massive spiked mace. The taunting man ended up being transfixed by his own fear and simply stood there as impending doom befell him.

Alas for him, it came on swift wings. And I do mean that literally for our friendly neighborhood Hellhound had sprouted those as well, big leathery grey ones in fact. What stood before the unknown man's eyes at his final second of life was an extraordinarily sized (7'8"!!!), 3- headed, winged werewolf. It was a sight neither of the vampires had ever seen before and they both watched with morbid interest as the creature slashed at the doomed human and quite literally ripped his heart from his chest...

When it was finished and as the beating organ sat in Hellhound's open palm, he (quite pleased with himself) padded over to Candy. With the talon of two claws, he carefully plucked the heart from his palm and then proceeded to sever it into neat little quarters. He handed her the most juicy part of the heart smiling quite amicably. She looked at it for a second as her own smile began to overtake her.. then she began to giggle uproariously. Overtaken with her own laughter, she litterally ended up rolling on the ground, it was so funny to her. The Hellhound not quite understanding what was so funny cocked his head trying to understand but grinning his happy grin anyway.



She finally got hold of herself and arose, brushing the dust off and then she went up to Hellhound (who still was holding the heart) and raising up on her tippy toes proceeded to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him soundly on the middle snout. His grin widened even more (on all the heads) as this succulent little vampire assailed him with kisses. She then said, explaining simply with, "Awww! That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me!"

And so it began... the relationship that would prove to be the longest in Crimson history....