Grendel/Stereotypes

-- We are the supernatural among the supernatural. Hiding 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 separated by our curses.

-- They are the keepers of the Garden. But so frail, once I relished that frailty as I sucked the marrow 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.