I had been doing a Great deal of traveling for the last two years after my creation by Darion, and after my intitation into the Harbingers Of Hel. I went and lived in the northland, In a Cave there, living apart from Human and other cainites. I had left two mates, Triobrand Hawkmoon and Belgarion Hafvilla, Both of my old packmates. Somedays, as I lay On My Matress of Bearskin that I had killed and brought down myself, I missed such a lifestyle, so I decided i would sail the northlands like my ancestors had done, in order too add some meaning too my life.

So, I acquired me some wood and I built my drekkar by hand, it was hard work, and it took me 6 months too build it alone, by hand, and then In Late last September, I gathered my bearskin from my cavern, and left a paw print in blood on the entrance wall, in case someone of my kin had come too look for me.

I had often wondered what had happened too Triobrand and Darion, If Darion Had missed abandoning me, and i know it sounds weak of a Gangrel, but I somehow had thought Darion Capable of Love.

So I sailed all about The Northland, and Finding no kin Except some wild Gets Of Fenris of the Garou, which did not much care for Leeches as they called us, I sailed away from the northland, south To The Lands of Ireland and Scotland, here i stayed for a while, finding a Few wandering Celtic and PIctish gangrel, warriors like me in their own right, and some the Fae and Fianna Tribe of the garou. Quite a socialable lot with their kinfolk who like a good party. If nothing works out anywhere else i know I shall be welcome again on their shores.

But After Beltaine of last year, It seems that I picked up upon their sabbats and customs, as well as the lit and speech of their languages, I set sail again, for the long journey home, and finally I arrived this date, a year and a half later, on Febuary 5th, 2001. I came home, too misery and this is where the pages of this diary will be streaked with blood.

There is no more Darion Hawkmoon, nor of my brother and mate Triobrand. I can remember his touch..his kiss and his embrace and it is like my heart is ripped anew everytime i think about his death. I hope he has peace wherever his soul is at, and I don't even have a grave too go too and grieve. We May be beasts, but as wolves we die when we lose a mate. Some part of me died inside today when I found out. Even though I have a new brother and a nephew.

Even my cousins the Reapers and the longsbanes have been murdered, and killed, or they have simply vanished. It is a sad world for kindred when gangrel kin die..its like a part of us become frozen. I sit here in my own cave tonight, and it is so lonely it is the one Triobrand brought me too..it seems 100 years ago..but its only been a year or so.

I will write more later, my mind is weary and I need too hunt...