HE WAS A PRETTY YOUNG THING

[Hybrid Holocaust]

MATURE for language (farther down).

Inferni game #2, set near D'Neville Mansion. Backdated to Dec 31.

WC: 203

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There was something markedly different about Inferni. Not the clan itself -- no, the clan would never change -- but the territory. The territory was blanketed in a thick layer of snow, but there was something different about the land around the mansion. Hybrid felt as though something very important was missing, or perhaps, simply different, but he could not figure out what. The overcast, cloudy skies made it difficult to discern what was what, with all of the snow blending in together. Even the D'Neville Mansion took on a totally new and different appearance. It was snow. Hybrid had seen it before many times, but this snowfall seemed to cover everything in sight. Hybrid hoped this would not cause any problems for him.



He slowly made his way through the territory, descending down a steep bank to a flat clearing. He paused for a moment, taking a long, deep breath as he examined his surroundings. There was something beautiful about the territory, but of course, Hybrid could appreciate little beauty in nature. All he understood was beauty through destruction. As such, the innocence of the snowfall was lost on him, the oafish brute he was. Hybrid smirked. It was rather chilly out.

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