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Post by Kimora MiiMairee on Mar 29, 2009 12:29:54 GMT -5
::The Introduction::
Sanity is just a minor sense of true reality. Why are we suddenly insane to those of whom find us different? Whose to say that those of the sane are truly sane, while the insane are insane? What if the insane were truly sane and the sane actually insane? Twisted riddles, they're all the same.
We bite, howl and even lurk in the darkness. We're the cold breeze, sending shivers up your spine- The endless ounce of pleasure seeping through your fingers, caressing your neck seductively, all while whispering bittersweet whispers in your ear. Many people fear us, distaste us and even loathe us because of our dark and mysterious background but you all seem to invite us.
We're damned before judgment, hallowed out before our lips part to speak but it's quite alright, since we never pray on the weak. You're all damnable creatures and we are the law, since even though your numbers are strong, we decide to let you live for our own livestock. Believe what you think but in the end, like a freak force of nature, we'll leave you cold and black-hearted.
What is the year? Pick up the newspaper for once and you'll get all the information you need. It's modern day and the one thing that's on everyone's mind is the War on Terror and the economy crisis but here, broken down into two very different countries, an even thicker and age long battle arises in the area. Land nor water can come no thicker than blood as two different lifestyles are bashed together in a scientific combustion.
Oh, yes, there will be blood- Nothing that even the greatest fortune teller could've possibly predicted. Similar to the War of the Roses between the Red and White families, a war that could always last forever to the point of where new generations fight without reason as the cause of the war is long forgotten, except from those who have been around since the beginning.
Many will fall and out of the ashes comes new warriors and feisty beast more than willing and able to continue down in the last person's footsteps. It's a never-ending scenario with no real winner but why do they try? Why continue to fight when there never will be an outcome?
Easily answered...
It's all just a matter of pride and respect as the only way to truly be respected is to work your way up to the top of the food chain. Then, as either a lycanthrope, vampire or even human- There will be no peace until one and only one is finally at the top.
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