Grishnaak stalked his way over towards the manhole, sniffing the air to check for anybody who might see him. Sensing no one, he leapt forward from the bushes and smashed his great fist into the manhole, blowing it wide open. He jumped down, once again sniffing for any sign of life. The air was clean, for a sewer, none had passed this way for days. Galloping his way down the tunnel, he made his way into the much deeper and darker parts of the tunnels. Making his lair, he carved a crevace into the tunnel side with his claws. Pleased with his work, he lay down within the hovel and slept until the following night came.

Sensing movement, he awoke to hear the sounds of people moving above him. Slowly making his way upwards, he followed his nose to the source of his awakening. Two men, obviously there to fix the manhole he had destroyed that night. Crawling much more quietly than his bulk belied, he crouched behind them with his claws spread wide. One fell swoop and the two were rended in half before they even recognised his presence. Dragging their svered corpses back to his den, he lay them down to "mature".

Another noise... this was not the sounds of people though.... a thudding base-like sound. How could he have not heard it before? Making his way towards the sound... he began to hear voices. The base sound was very loud now, it was coming from directly above him now. Seeing another manhole above him, he didn't hesitate in smashing straight through it. Snarling, he found himself in what appeared to be some sort of storage room for food... his kind of food. Hunger burnt within his gullet, he could not resist. Baring his fangs, he leapt upon a rotting corpse left in the dark corner of the room. Roaring in pleasure, he fed upon the decayed mess of a body. He scooped up great mouthfuls of the corpse. His jaws chewed upon the putrid meat, draining every last drop of blood from it. The moulded and putrid flesh brought pleasure to the remains of his soul... *BANG!!!*

"What is going on back here?"
The voice of someone echoed through the backroom... someone who seemed very young. Grishnaak growled softly, slinking behind a large wooden crate. It sounded like a girl, not too old either... not enough meat to bother killing. He did not wish to find himself outnumbered and dead by angering the child's parents, he only wanted the food...

"Leave me be.... I... *growl*... only wish to feed... upon your leftovers..."
"Who's back there? Show yourself! Don't make me come get you..."
"I...*snarl*... am only here to eat... I will leave when I am done..."
"Nobody eats in my club for free... especially no scavenging vampires. Only MY coven eat here!"
"Then... what must I do to join?" He prowled forth from the shadow, revealing himself to the vampire girl. Surprised by the sight of such a young girl, he was instantly on guard. She looked only 6 or 7, this wasn't a good sign. Something MUST be different about this girl if she was in charge of a coven. Strangely, he sensed no fear from her. This confirmed his suspicions that this child was more than she seemed. He could faintly smell something, a faint whiff of confidence emanting from her. It was as if she already knew how to control him...
"Well? If this... *snarl*... truly is your coven... how do I join you?"

This is your official second warning from the Vital Admin/Mod team.

There are currently three mistakes that need some serious correction.

1.) You ignored a warning from another mod, Nafretiri. After being asked to delete the godmodding from the post above, you declined. This is unacceptable.

2.) By playing another person's character, you are doing little more than writing a short story with stolen material. If you do not delete all instances of godmodding from your post, there will be serious consequences.

3.) You have posted in a coven's headquarters without being registered. This is not allowed. Although a minor infraction on the basis of your lack of Vital experience, it's something to take note of.

Please rectify these mistakes.