Dawnwalkers

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Dawnwalkers, like me… Who are we, really?

We carry a vrakhir’s fang in our hearts and share some of our creator’s powers, but we never fully transform. During the day, we’re still who we used to be, as if nothing happened - and it’s almost possible to forget…

But then, at night, the hunger kicks in. The rabid beast wants to be fed… An unnamed god demands a blood offering…

Will this kill me, eventually? Make me lose my mind, forget who I was? Am I damned? Beyond salvation?