Jeremy stole through the sewers of Dallas, in the form of a large black rat. I'm a member of a pack! He climbed a pipe, and crawled through a hole broken into the bricking that made up the wall. I've been accepted by garou. Happiness washed over him, like a flood. One of Jeremy's goals was complete, to find acceptance amost the wolves. He couldn't wait to tell his kinfolk of the good fortune, and to rub their faces in the fact that all garou weren't as prejudiced as they taught him.

He crawled his way to an open pipe near by, and stopped short. He could hear the scitching noises of another rat at the end of the pipe. A big rat. Jeremy believed he was the largest rat in the sewers, and this one made as much noise as he did, when he wanted to be heard. Settling back, he waited for the rat to come near, so he could have a little chat with the new comer.

Through the darkness of the pipe, Jeremy could see the rat now, a large grey rat, about the same size as himself. Is it another ratkin? The other rat now noticed Jeremy, and they moved to meet each other in greeting, the Jeremy stopped. The grey looked sick, large welts in it's fur, and a bandage around it's back end. Bandage?

"Hola." Jeremy said, in ratspeek.

"Hi." The grey returned.

"My name is Tunnel-wise, and yours?" Jeremy asked, hoping he had found another ratkin in the sewers of Dallas. Hoping that he could convince this newcomer to join his pack, despite his races hatred for the garou.

"I am called Ratzilla by my master." The grey answered.

Jeremy's hopes were dashed, this was a pet of some child's no doubt, abandoned to the sewers. Probably because the parents thought the rat sick with cancer. "Master?"

"Yes, I serve a dead human."

"Dead human? How can you serve someone who's dead?"

The grey tried to explain to Jeremy how his master was dead, but the words for it tried to descriped didn't exist in ratspeek. Jeremy got the drift of it however. A vampire. "Where is your master now?"

"He left me for some days, and I decided to wander the tunnels, talk with the other rats. He should be back by now, but I've become lost, and I can't find my way home."

"Lost?" Jeremy chuckled a bit, but stopped when the grey squeeked his anger at Jeremy. "Sorry. Where is your home?"

"Here in the sewers, where my master lives."

In the sewers. Jeremy immediatly knew that some vampires, known as Nosferatu, prefer to live in the sewers. Jeremy's tail twitched with excitment. "Let me help you find your way home, friend. I'd like to meet this master of yours."

 

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