It was exciting, thrilling, and somewhat terrifying, that the mortal was going to get the chance to address the otherkin council on the subject of the current war over the state of humanity.

The half-vampire had given her word that she would allow no ill to befall him, but truth be told, he did not know how much he even trusted her, but, he had come armed, and he had not come alone. He did not know what to expect precisely at this place, as he'd only heard rumors of what kinds of supernatural things went bump in the night.

The mortal repressed a shiver as he saw a fox run up to one of the many council seats, transforming into her human form as she did. He figured she must be one of the kitsune of ancient legend.

A man licked eager fangs as he drank a bottle of what the mortal betted was blood. The vampire representative of the council, no doubt.

A woman with pale skin, and fae-like features let out a shrill cry announcing her own presense in the building, and a shiver went through the mortal. Banshee, he thought. She has to be a banshee. He had come to learn within the past few monthes of reading about the fae that they were not the benevolent cheery creatures that populated most popular tales, but that they were far more like legends of old than one might care to realize.

A very small ugly little man that could only have been one of the trolls came walzing in the room next, letting out an evil little laugh. He remembered some of the stories he had read about what those little guys could do, and reminded himself not to underestimate him based on size.

The sound of the fluttering of wings was what next greated everyone as the demon landed, moving over towards his own seat.

The mortal watched, finding himself feeling steadily smaller as he surveyed the otherkin population which secretly populated the night.