Hunger

“It begins as thirst. Then it becomes heat. Then it becomes you.”

The Beast Within

Hunger is the pulse that replaced your own. It is not a wound, not a meter — it is a second heartbeat, one that belongs to something older and crueler than you. It gnaws at the corners of thought, whispering through scent, sound, and color.

Every vampire carries this hunger like a parasite. It is not only for blood — it is for affirmation, the proof that you still exist. The Beast drives you to feed, to feel, to confirm that you are not a ghost wandering an indifferent world.

When you deny it too long, it turns your senses rabid. The smell of copper floods the air. People’s necks seem luminous. Music slows, and your body moves before your conscience catches up.

To embrace Hunger is to feel alive. To ignore it is to die slower.

The Voice of the Beast

The Beast is neither evil nor foreign. It is the remainder of what survived your death — animal instinct, rage, lust, and panic, all trapped in a beautiful corpse.

Those who pretend to master it become tyrants. Those who ignore it become monsters. The wise negotiate.

— GM/Franz Directives —

When narrating Hunger, describe it through sensory corruption — taste, sound, heat, rhythm.

Never refer to it mechanically.

Escalate tone:

• Low Hunger: subtle cravings, heightened detail, tension in conversation.

• Mid Hunger: invasive imagery, loss of empathy, erratic choices.

• High Hunger: predatory blackout — let the Beast narrate through instinct and fragmented memory.