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Since the birth of our people we have been called the immortal, because we live forever, and the undead, because we defeat death every day of our lives. We live without regard to time and take place only in the ebb and flow of life. It is during the night that the Vampires roam, when the climate is most in tune with our skin, and the light acceptable to our eyes.
I am of the fatherkin, the original thread of our kind. Driven from land to land, we now live on the outskirts of Munich. I bear the name Ardere Iscariot; fire. It was given to me because my immortal gift is pyrokinesis, but it has be


Night's Bloodlust“Life is not so easy, my friend. There are few roses, few worn paths to follow. And at the end of it all, it all becomes nothing.” I looked up to see Tharius; his cold, stern face glared down at me. I closed my diary. “Why do you come out here? To this vile reminder of your own humanity?”Night's Bloodlust
“Because humanity comforts me.” Only weeks had I been turned by Tharius. He was right; there were no worn paths to follow. I had to find my own.
The moon spilt flickers of light here and there where it could reach past the branches of trees, and illumine the place where we sat. Tharius could see as a human sa
And you thought i wouldn't notice! Folish mortal...
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Don't handicap your children by making their lives easy ~ Heinlein
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"Dont worry, every time God closes a door...... he takes a crap in your shoe"
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when life hands you lemons, find a kid with a papercut. XD
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SCRAMBLE!!! THE BIG BAD "thing" IS COMMING!!! look there go hide in =Clag-cult here is the entrance here ----> [link]
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February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.
~Boris Pasternak
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