Ending of a Beginning.A youngling stands, lone on the hillock, outlined only by the light of a moonrise,
Eyes alight in the tumbling darkness, bright fires in shadow;
Cloak of fierce pride, armor of insolence and cynical hate,
Her lips twist with the significance of the coming fates.
The fates decreed her presence upon a field shrouded in fiery dust,
Her blades aligned with the silvery tang of poison
She stands, but one body amidst her allies, one body amidst a field of enemies;
The pounding of the drums of war, calls to fate and bloodthirsty natures galore,
Winged demons and furred dogs; crisscrossed blades, and magicks of all kind scars a kingdom of hel,
The screams of the immortals, war cries and shrieks of pain,
The keening screech of blade on blade, harsh snips of the bullets flight
The war hath just begun.
Leeches on dogs, dogs on immortals, battlefield blazing with the fiery spits of smoke;
Fallen angel of white hate blinks out the sun, while a wolf blackened as the corrupted damned hearts
Centuries AgoHighest hopes hd I this day; foul being fair and fair being foul,
Betrayd not by the friend, but by the Sisters Wyrd
Whose hands did weave that spell;
Aspird to the throne aside God, placd in the brightest light
Whilst shund was I, forcd to watch as his joyful face lit up with
The Light of Heaven.
Our steel swung, harbingers of death upon this fateful day
Running rivers of red flowd thru the fields upon which we stood,
Piercd by the cry of the rook, thou and I shouldve taken heed
Thrown caution to the winds;
For as we fought in fields of red; a twisted tale of murderous treason
Was only just unfolding.
Thane of this, and thane of that;
Thou that shalt wear the round of gold,
What more doest thou wish?
Thou shalt hold the highest throne, the scepter, the ball;
Doest thou wish also for that hand which doles judgment?
I fear not for my fate howere,
For the sisters wyrd divined it from the stars;
Sons of mine and not of thou shalt
Age Old BattleA ravens cry did pierce the night,
Sharp as glass it rung;
The battle of the girl and wolf
Had only just begun.
Heat and smog, the only hitch, repressing as the murky silence,
The forest silent, still, giving insight into the oncoming foreboding battle
Enveloped by the murkiness stood the two combatants;
One a girl, aged far beyond her looks, her heart frozen in time,
Her stance sensual yet eager for the blood to flow
Eyes aglow, fangs at point, her body tensed for the call;
He a wolf, cloaked in a simple pelt of silvery dun,
Shrouded the body of brutal strength and gentleness combined;
Whilst ice blue coals smolder and crackle in the dense heat;
Weapons ready, blades honed, delivering naught but death
The age old battle of wolf and vampyre; that age old war continued on generation through generation,
Paw versus claw; blade clamoring against blade,
Cold fire wrapping itself around the combatants knees, ice and heat mixed fog.
The jagged sharp and rip of flesh,
The silky sheen and
The Beginning - IIWhen I woke up next, I had no idea where I was. Everything from the floor up was foreign to me. I wondered where he head brought me to, whether or not it was far from home or someplace nearby. My sense of time was completely thrown off. I wriggled, and as I did, something pulled at both my wrists and ankles; a bit of cloth or something, I wasnt exactly sure. I remember that being exactly when the prickle of fear started to take hold. A door near me opened, and I quickly feigned unconsciousness to keep myself maybe safe. As I lay there I heard a couple of low voices and a slight whispery noise.
How much do you want to bet shes actually unconscious? one voice asked.
I know a way to find out another said smugly.
A second later I heard a sharp crack, and then I gasped and my eyes opened wide with pain. My belly felt like it was on fire. The man only smirked and snapped the whip again, tearing through my silken underclothing to draw blood from the sensiti
The Beginning.I started out a mortal weak, not yet possessing the enhanced strength of the true vampyre, but all that would change over the course of my lifetime. It was a beautiful thing, the life I once had, but as time wears on, I realize how mediocre and unfulfilling it really was. Was I really happy as a mortal? Were the physical pleasures of life the only thing I really saw ? This is my story;
I was born in Italy, in the beautiful city of Venice around 1799. At the time, the Renaissance had just begun to finish. Everything was beautiful; full of life and sensuality. The people of my country were joyful, their happiness radiating throughout the land. I was part of the landlords family, his daughter to be exact, and during that time I was so blissfully ignorant that when reality hit, my views of the world shattered into a million tiny fragments.
That last night I spent alive was supposed to be my first night presented to society. My coming out as you mig
Lust.Black sheets of satin silk caress the bodies entwined in the folds;
You and I together in harmony, meeting each others demands for love, for of lust,
Eyes filled with the light of love, voices singing the song of passion,
Notes soprano, alto, tenor, bass; blending harmony, rising higher and higher as the rhythm grows faster and faster.
Time was forgotten, all memories and knowledge of the outside world put aside;
We needed an escape, a distraction, something to break us away from reality for the briefest of moments,
You and me; me and you; no one else but us,
Two people who needed nothing but a release.
As the night wore on, our hands roved, seeking a path unknowing,
Needing the reality of touch, the intimate graceful caress of passion
Our bodies meeting each other parry for parry; our voices matched each other in our cries,
Never abandoning each other in our time of need.
Higher and higher, past clouds of joyful abandonment, over the cliffs of reason,
Leaving us time