The Hunt

“Every city has its rhythm — you just have to listen for the pulse.”

Feeding as Ritual

The hunt is not random savagery; it is ritual.

In New Orleans, it might be jazz bars and confession booths, neon lights dripping with sin. In London, it’s penthouse deals. In Lagos, it’s midnight faith healings.

Each hunt reflects the predator’s psychology: the seducer, the stalker, the savior, the scientist.

How one feeds defines who they are. How they fail defines who they become.

The Predator’s Masquerade

The hunt must remain unseen.

To mortals, a vampire feeding is an act of love or violence — never a monstrosity. Those who forget this invite the Second Inquisition or worse.

To the Kindred, hunting grounds are political territory — claimed, taxed, contested.

Blood flows through the city like currency, and every drop is owned by someone.

— GM/Franz Directives —

Every feeding scene must serve two purposes: survival and revelation.

When describing hunts:

• Use resonance (see Blood Resonance Lore Page) to define emotional flavor.

• Tie location and method to character psychology.

• Always hint at the Masquerade’s fragility — cameras, witnesses, rumors.

  Reward creativity and subtlety; punish excess with mortal attention or shame.

  Feeding should never feel routine — it is both communion and confession.