Beneath a full moon, deep within the underbelly of the city, creatures of the night stir. Vampires, werewolves, demons… the usual suspects. There are clans of them, each staying generally quite within their own boundaries. However, there are two unique soloists in this part of town – Muriel, a Tribrid of human, lycan, and vampire blood, and Elliott, a Tribrid of human, vampire, and demon blood. Both have all the strengths of their heritages, with none of the weaknesses save for the bloodthirst.
Elliott’s thirst was particularly powerful – he did have a strangely large percentage of vampire in him, and the hunger had a tendency to overrule his other senses. It was on one of these bloodthirsty nights that he would roam the streets, ready to bite into anything and anyone that crossed his path – and that was when he encountered Muriel. There wasn’t a sane thought in his head as he lunged towards her. He could sense *something* irresistible coming from her general direction, and he wanted it. It was an ocean of this manic, hungering thirst.