A monster is not such a terrible thing to be. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.

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Or A Gangrel For The Shapeshifty Or A Toreador For The Aesthetic

Or a Gangrel for the shapeshifty or a Toreador for the Aesthetic

VtM AU, Sen as a Daughter of Cacophony tho--

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❝ you are not what has been done to you. ❞

For those who feel like a monster || Accepting!

The words gave Senja pause and set her mind to wandering to the dark parts of her life, drawn like the glint of glassy obsidian. She and her mother being stolen away in a trafficking operation (she'd still been an egg when this happened; she was often grateful for the lack of memories). Her uncle's threats to kill her– a child at the time!-- if she so much as ever put a scratch on the men who'd taken her in. Being shot through the leg one day while flying. Suppressed instinct and anger coming to a head, leading her to lash out and leave one of her fathers with scars… and giving her uncle the excuse he'd been praying for to take his rifle to her.

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