My EmbraceMy Name is Cassandra Domina McLeod Nymph of the Clan McLeod. I was born in the year 1772 to Colin and Rachelle McLeod. I was raised in a small village just outside of the Town now called Dublin. It was called Pelagris.
Our Clan was in the middle of a clan war with the MacDougal's. I took no real notice of it as a child...but when I married it became all to apparent. My Husband, Christopher, was called to go on raids and to defend our village more often than not. Leaving me and our daughter to fend for ourselves. Afraid that he would never come back....
It was during one of these attacks that our daughter was killed...right before my eyes, and I could do nothing to help her...and not long after that I saw my husband fall to them...and almost all of my clan...A few women, children and I managed to escape the slauter...but scattered like leaves in the wind
After Pelagris was burned to the ground, I wandered the lands...alone...Tormented by my own guilt and rage....from village to village, town to town, like a nomad wandering...Dancing and waitressing to earn some food, a bed for a night or even for a meager amount of gold...And 'twas in one of these Taverns where I was approached by my Sire...
My Sire is Kennith Hollandish. A 7th generation Toreador who's Consept was that of a sculpter and painter. I do not know what he is doing now....for he is still in Ireland. One of his Flaws is that he is Territorial and will not leave his "Birthplace".
Desperatly I accepted the 'unlife' he was offering. Needing a powerful weapon to avenge my family some how...and found it...The night.
For three decades I terrorized the MacDougals....Giving them the same amount of mercy that they gave my Clan...none. But I found no joy in it....I found no satisfaction for the hunger burning in my soul...and so with a now meaningless existance I survived...until the day I came to America...And what a Brave New World it is *grining darkly*
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