The ancient lady grew tired of the petulant squabbling of the old bloods around her. She did not traverse the seas on a hideous metal bird vehicle to sit through this mess of a so-called 'council'. Gabriel's monologues were nothing short of infuriating, if he was so negative he was better off dead to her, and Bedivere was suspiciously quiet. If this flock needed a leader, she would step up as the force to organize them. In a grand gesture she pressed her hands upon the stone table before her and stood up.

 "Enough!" The thunderous word was enough to silence the room and once again focus all remaining eyes on her. It was her turn for a monologue. "I know most of you don't approve of my ways, but learn you this: I stand for the prosperity of vampire-kind. I traveled all this way to offer my help in this war, but it appears that you all need more than that. You need a leader? Then follow me, set aside your pitiful racism and see this for what it is. We are immortals, we will live forever if we choose to - I don't know about you, but I want to." she took a moment to survey to room. Gabriel's images had already left.

"Gabriel is miserable with his existence, death would be a mercy to him. If you follow his ideals, if you are as negative about this as him, than you may leave now as well. We have no use for you, you are a disappointment to your kind. When I lead my children of fur and fang over the horizon, and their howls and war cries rival the sounds of thunder itself, you will know whose side you should be on. I urge you all to grow your families, expand your bloodlines and gather followings. Now is the time to train our armies."

"As immortals, we need to reclaim what is ours. The human population has grown too large in our inability to work together against them. They have grown to a point where their numbers and technologies are draining this planet, they are pushing the limits of Earth's carrying capacity. If we are to truly live forever, we must act as the high predators that we are, and defend the planet that we need in order to continue our survival. This isn't simply a war that I am calling for, it is a culling of the human race. They are mere cattle and they shall be treated as such."

"I have said my piece, and know that this battle isn't a matter of if, it is a matter of when. Be sure that you are standing on the right side when it happens. Your fate depends on it." Those were her final words before departing the meeting place herself. She had a prophesied hybrid-creating ritual to get to work on...