[ferretchucker]

"Chantal," said Bark, "Gave me some strange herbs, I'm still unsure what they were. Since then I've been able to control my temper and strength. But ageing at one 10th of the rate of a normal human isn't fun. Chantal decided she couldn't let herself wither and age so the drank some of my blood. Hey presto! Here she is 300 years later!" Tristan's head was spinning. His world had just stood still. His girlfriend was dead.
"We must be off, this is the third time we've caught her this decade, she's getting sloppy." Said Bark. As the odd duo turned away, Tristan spoke.
"Let me come with you. She took away my life, Now I need to take away her's." Bark Smiled, made a beckoning gesture. The three walked away into the night and Bark continued with his tale of bloodshed, loss of friends and the clan of Lune Sombre.