Grendel/Stereotypes

	We are the supernatural among the supernatural. In hiding from everything in fear of the worlds march towards progress. We are forgotten and as we are forgotten we vanish. Maybe for the best.
	We are related through the blood of Caine, yes I know you, we are kin only seperated by our curses.
They are the keepers of the Garden. But so frail, once I relished that frailty as I sucked the morrow from their bones.
	I come from a place and time where the Fae ran wild. Why...the witch who cursed me may have been one of them.