Benadryllos Morningsong

**Clan:** Gangrel

**Status:** 1 (Young ancilla): Acknowledged, Admired, *Elusive*

**Renown:** 1 Wisdom (notional)

**Sect:** Camarilla

**Range:** Dog Creek (near where it crosses E. Herndon)

**Known Associates (Hold Space For My Tribe):** Blueberry Wildchild, Bubba and Obama Kush, Chai Love, Earl Grey de la Creme, "Thin" Mint Trim, Flapjack Oolong, Citrus Detox, Strawberry Exotica, Rooibos Limon, Mango Dreamzzz, Ginger Sweetpeach, OG Luke Skywalker, Durban Poison, Mendecino Purps

#### **Recorded Rumors**

* That can *not* be a real name, *can it?*
	+ If you can track down who she was or where she came from *before she turned up out at Dog Creek, a grown-ass Ancilla, harem already in tow,* you're a better bro than I am, bro.
* Has a whole cult of former-FFA hippies who smoke dope, have sex, and worship her like a priestess.
	+ rip roberto you were gonna work at your dad's vineyard after grad and now you're sucking unwashed hippie tiddy
	+ I bet if anybody bothered to investigate, they'd find out *she's been embracing them* like crazy out there, and *god knows* what the hell she's been *teaching* them.
		- The Sheriff has diablerists and Caitiff to deal with, guy. Take it up with her Primogen.
		- *Somebody* has been: once they get in deep enough in they just *turn up Embraced*...
* Refuses to learn how to grow claws because aggressive posturing like, leads to aggressive paradigms.
	+ [Dossier] This makes it unlikely she will ever be shape-shifting, but she's been observed with feline features that seemed to have been caught off a North American cougar (*Puma concolor couguar*) twice, and a different time, a bobcat's jaw-ruff (*Lynx rufus californicus*).
* Is **Path of Like, Love and Oneness** a branch of Harmony?
	+ It's like, *so totally cool* of you to be open to *learning*, friend. Why don't you come to a *meeting*, everything is like *totally* open and safe, and there are *refreshments* and *everything*. I met my two *soul-partners* at a meeting. Here, take a *pamphlet*, I think you'd be a *perfect fit.*
	+ The reason there's levels of mystery is so you're already *invested* when you find out one of their neo-pagan "redes" *looks an awful lot* like a Sabbat *Communion of Blood*.
		- Not same thing, Earl, but thanks for the tip!
* Baxter Jackson won't have her in his sight - he throws a huge stupid tantrum about it, every time.
	+ Maybe he's allergic to Patchouli.
	+ She *probably-accidentally* poached a couple of his FFA retainers over the years, and he's the type to hold a grudge for-*basically*-ever. LBR tho they're *way better off* having nasty bloodfuck orgies and smoking homegrown than burning crosses on Calwa lawns.
	+ He thinks she's a *disgrace to the Clan*.
		- He thinks all of them are disgraces to the Clan, from the Elder on down...
		- But *specifically*, hedonistic personality cults are best left to the *civil clans*, *apparently*.
			* They think she's a nature-goddess or *some* ridiculous horse-shit.
				+ They're fucking for *nature*...
* How the hell do they keep clear of the Lupines out there?
	+ Not gonna lie, there's attacks every few months out there, but there's no one close she can go to for help but the warlocks, and they might be *more* dangerous neighbors, sooo...
		- They lose a couple cultists a year caught off alone, but even Lupines have trouble with half- to a dozen pissed off outlanders, even neonates. Claws hurt *everybody*.
	+ As "Life-Priestess Morningsong" will point out to you *herself*: the wolves invariably target those of *wavering faith*. Devotion is protection: they come to *her* in wary *truce of parlay*.
		- One of them got uh *pretty upset* when he came under truce to ask what the hell we did and what we're doing to fix it, once he realized Benadryllos doesn't know *shit*.
			* So wtf *was* he talking about, smart-ass?
	+ Though she is running some sort of weird neopagan blood(?) cult down there, and her followers are very susceptible to Wyrm-corruption, she seems to be allied with the Wyld and worshipping literal *Gaia* and the Celestine *Night*.
		- The spirits say she's been on a vision-quest, and she knows the right offerings.
		- The Muir Conservationists send a kinfolk to parley when they're going to be moving through her territory during a river-ritual, because there's no avoiding her camp, and fights can get nasty: some malicious spirit has taught a few of them the gift of *Razor Claws*.
			* Definitely leaves a scar +++
		- `RE "susceptible to Wyrm-corruption":` they are *way* too close to kinfolk settlements for the Conservationists to ignore, and they wind up culling a few of her fringe members every couple of years (more often in the last year). Mostly they get infected with Blood-banes or necrotic banes that normally glut on corpses and death, but it's not clear if they're purposely drawn by the blood rituals or are an unintended side-effect.
			* The area is sometimes referred to as "The Dog Creek Blight" but not in complete earnest.