The Unseelie have an annoying habit of changing their loyalties, especially if they lead others. The warriors of the Shadow Court are promising, though. They understand that the Apocalypse isn't the end, but only the beginning.
As the others insult and malign each other, we rejoice. Race hatred and stereotypical prejudice are common among the Garou as well as the Fera, even within the strongest and most effective packs. Everyone has their weaknesses, offering those cunning enough opportunities to corrupt and destroy them.
Some of them have similar goals and a healthy attitude toward the Final Battle, but take care to watch them. They make good Frenemies.
Never trust anyone who spells magic with a "k". Rule #1 from the Diabolical Cultist Handbook: After summoning something nasty, stand behind someone else.
Dead men tell no tales... unless one is able to truly listen. Some of them are worthy to aspire as to what we should be. One word of caution is necessary, though we may serve gods with great plans for the world. Spectres serve nothing but Oblivion. Though their methods are wondrous, don't be fooled into joining them on their damn fool nihilistic crusades.
They have fallen. Some not far enough. Perhaps there is an opportunity in this.
Fang-bangers. Most are a parasitic infection to the leeches they thrive off of.
Supposedly they serve a purpose other then breeding stock and furry fuck toys. I have as of yet to see this phenomena.
It seems there is little difference between them and most kinfolk. The only difference I've seen thus far is that they serve as breeding stock and fuck toys to Tinkerbell and company.
Cattle that spell magic correctly. Still, they moo and taste good with ketchup.
These cattle just moo and if they know what's good for them they'll moo the fuck out of my way.