A Show of Strength (Part Two)

"Merciful Lords and Ladies, what, what are those?" A startled shopkeeper said, pointing at the group of strange, misshapen men who followed after the Golden Eyed Black Wolf Brigade. 

"They're Clanless," a swordsmith from the Clan of Painted Masks said as he suppressed his urge to draw back in revulsion from the group of men and women who strode into the city with their heads held higher than they'd ever been and their backs as straight as they could make them. 

Tausau, the vampire at the head of the Mongrel Horde, allowed a predatory aura of menace to seep from his burly body as his eyes swept the crowd, savoring the taste of revulsion and fear in the air. For too long, he'd allowed the judgment of outsiders to wear him and his mongrel progeny down, but since Nyrielle granted him a rebirth, reigniting the passions buried deep in his heart, he'd come to relish in the way his twisted appearance discomforted the more 'proper' people in the Eldritch world.