[COLOR=red]Just want to say first thanks to my bud, you know who you are for coming up with a suitable forum name for this place.

"During the whole of a dull, dark and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of a marvelously old crumbing cathedral, it looked abandoned at first glance but out of the corner of my eye i saw for a breif moment, movement in the garden area which was kept up well if no one occupied the ruins of this wonderful place. The roses grew wild, in different shades of reds and bright brilliant yellows, but were pruned away from the walls and walk ways. Irises blumed and blue bells, as well as creeping vines that grew up walls choking, winding through cracks and crevases, or so it seemed, looked like this garden had been here for centurys. Something drew me hear, or so i felt, something, someone. I decided to make camp for the night as it looked like rain with the dark clouds gathering pregnant above my head, a fog began to settle around the legs of my horse and all the night sounds began in harmony i felt a little un-easy at the thought of staying at this dark damp dreary place for the night, but it couldn't be helped in the dense country side, rideing at night could get you killed. I got off my horse and led him around the back of the cathedral to what appeared to be an old wood shed, " he should be okay in here for the night" i unsaddled him and gave him a quick rub down and decided i was rather tired after todays events and began walking towards the cathedral i peered inside through a crack in the stained glass that was there on the door, i gave the door a slight shove and it creaked open, it was dark and musty smelling inside, cob webs and dust lingering about me as i entered, it looked as if the place had caught on fire at some point in time.
Inside, i saw delapitated pews broken and in pieces lying about the floor, and the ramains of what looked to be charred bibles in a pile in front of the alter. The alter being the only thing that seemed to have surrvived what ever had become of this place. It was quiet and dry, as the rain had began outside pattering softly apon the roof or what was left of it. Finding a dry space off to one corner, I un-rolled my sleeping pallet and started a small fire, for warmth as it was getting a bit chilly with the wind blowing down through cracks in the charred rotting roof. Sitting down apon my pallet i came to realize i was extremely tired and decided to fore go finding someone to eat, Laying down on the soft pallet i pulled the blankets about my shoulders to keep out the dampness, drifting off to sleep then. I remember waking to a sound near by, It was dark as the fire had died down and only the smouldering embers remained, it sounded as if someone was breathing, i lay quiet trying to go un-noticed in the dark " sniff, sniff" Someone or something jumped upon me then wrapping me in my blankets to where i couldn't move. i remember being dragged down what seemed to be a long winding staircase, i knew because i felt the painful thumping every few seconds on my back. I was then thrown into some sort of holding cell, i heard the door slam shut and a lock turn with a click, I lit a match then and peered around the small cell, there were no windows only the small door i was dragged through, the walls were made of heavy stone, there seemed to be no way out, i was alone in there besides the rats, I listened for any kind of sound, there seemed to be voices, they seemed far away, i couldn't make out what was being said, it sounded to be some sort of argument, between a couple of people, two mayhap three. I sat back against the wall, kicking myself for coming into this damned place, even when my intuitions told me not to, i felt now that maybe Wooded Wolf had found me, or maybe the Bloodstone's, but the Bloodstone clan are no good at sneeking about in the dark, and mostly go on smell, so i could probably rule out it being the Bloodstone's, but Wooded Wolf would have probably killed me on sight. Letting my thoughts run away with me, i didn't hear when the door swung open so it startled me. Looking up i saw a man of what seemed to be about twenty to twenty five years old, with black hair that appeared to be long about mid back, very slender build but muscled in the right places,
he was wearing a black cloak about his shoulders, he looked to be agitated about something he began asking me questions in some foreign tongue, sounded as if to be demanding something, i sat there looking at him wondering who the hell he was and what the hell he was saying, then i said to him "i don't get it, not a word" I stood up quickly then and tryed to run out the open door before he noticed, i was caught and thrown back against the wall hard, i was somewhat dazed, then he repeated his questioning this time in english, he said "who are you? where are you from? what are you doing here at night alone"? I asked "which would you like to hear first?" He said " how bout all three in the same order i asked them" He stood there with his arms folded across his chest in a demanding way I started with my name " my name is Nalia Bloodstone, I am from no where, and i was here seeking shelter from the rain, "At night" I said Mocking him, " I am alone and have been all my life i am an orphan and was raised by elves in the lost woods till i was old enough to be trained to fight they threw me out when i ate to many of them" i said with a smirk. he seemed satisfied with that and He left then and locked the door behind him. I listened and heard voices again far off enough that i couldn't make them out.....

Thanks Edgar Allen Poe for my beginning to this book the first few lines

I think you will make many friends here. Lovely work. *hugs and kiss*

Thanks doll, i try though i am a dumb ass and post my unedited works *spanks her typist* Thats what you do when your over worked and over tired *The life of an insomniac* Inspirations....you....lol

"She claims to be from the Bloodstone clan to the west of dark woods" said Rend. "she claims she is a lone traveler taking shelter from the rain." "Can we trust her, is the question" asked Sir William. " She looks harmless enough but looks can be decieving" he said. "Mayhap we should let her go, Mayhap, we don't need a army coming here for her if she is of the clan of Bloodstone, we live a quiet life here and don't need a fight. " She did mention that she was raised by elves in the lost woods so maybe she is an outcast" Rend exclaimed., "It is decided then, we will let her go".......

As i sat in the dark listening, I heard footsteps as they aproached the door to my cell, with a click the door opened and in stepped the man who had interogated me earlier "we have decided you are not a threat and you are free to go" he said, "go where i demanded " its raining outside i can't leave tonight". "If you are of the Bloodstone clan as you claim to be, then you are of the bane and cannot leave as the moon is full" Rend stated. "I never claimed to be of the bloodstone clan, i said my name was Bloodstone and nothing more, you came to that conclusion on your own." "Stop arguing with me wench!" he bellowed, "you are free to go, so you'd best be getting on your way" I don't feel like leaveing just yet, i said. " I have traveled far and been through much this past twenty-four hours, i am tired and just want to rest then i'll be on my way", i said. He just looked at me for a moment with a frown upon his face, he sighed then and said "you can stay here and rest as long as you need then you can be on your way, I'll get you a room for the night, follow me" I stood then and followed him, it took alot of effort as his legs were much longer than mine and he walked fast as if i was taking up to much of his time. I followed him through corridor, after corridor, up stairs, and down, to a large room filled with people, looked like it was a tavern of sorts. He pointed to the bar and said " you'll find food and drink there, and after that there are fresh rooms down that corridor", I looked to where he pointed off to the far wall opposite the door we had entered to a small arched doorway, " your room will be room four" he stated. With that he turned and started to walk away, but turned back and said "if you need anything ring the bell in your room and an attendant will come" He nodded to me then walked back the way we had come and disapeared through the corridors. I looked around now, it seemed everyone was looking at me, all the people here seemed to be of the breed or half breed, I made my way over to the bar, I noticed eligant tables, and well made chairs, looking at this place from the outside, no one would know anyone was occupying this old place, probably a good place for one to hide out, i thought, mayhap i'll stay if permitted. Sitting down at the bar, i ordered a bloodwine, and told the bartender to leave the bottle, i tossed him a few coins, and he made no move to take them, but just said, "its on the house", He was a young looking man maybe thirty when he was turned, you can tell he was turned by the smell of him, he wasn't pure blood he had a scar above his right eye all the way up to his hair line and shimmering blue eyes that told he was happy, here at this place, he had dark shoulder length hair and a well muscled body he was attractive even with the scar, it just added to his features. He wore a black tunic made of silk and leather breeches, with black heavy looking boots. He said then after noticing me staring at him, "my name is Boyd but people around here call me flame because everyone can see to my soul, I'm a pretty open person i have nothing to hide the flame is because I manipulate fire, something i picked up from the fire pixys in fire lake i used to live around there when i was young, back then i was a young scorcerer, or trying to be any way, when i got this", he pointed to his scar, "i was turned that same night, my family looked like dinner to me and i didn't want them to suffer the same death i had, i feared for them that i would do something to harm them, thats when i knew i had to get away from there, i traveled many nights and lived on cows and wild game, for my hunger was great, was ignorant to the things that happen after you are turned, i fell ill in the middle of the forest when i was found by Stella over there" he pointed to a pretty young girl sitting at a table near by sipping a drink, "you could tell by looking at them that they had feelings for eachother, "she brought me back here and i been here ever since " He started washing mugs then and fell quiet. I downed my mug of bloodwine and finished half the bottle before i began to feel again that tired feeling i had felt earlier this night. I stood making my way to the arched door way that led to my relief, on my way i felt a bit woosy from the drink and stumbled a bit falling towards the floor, but i was caught by a pair of strong arms before making it there, I looked up into the most beautiful eyes i had ever seen, blueish with a hint of green, must be hazel, absolutly marvelous then i saw the face that they occupied and it was smiling down at me, i felt imediatly embarassed and began to blush, he was a very handsom man with long black hair, probably in his twentys, wearing heavy looking silver armour all over his body. "Are you okay?" he said "my name is Steven But people around here call me Sir". I repeated "Sir?, Why is that?" " because, i'm the leader of the dark army, head knight" "oh i see" i said "well i was on my way to my room when i happened apon the strangest feeling and got a little dizzy, any way i'm Nalia, i'm from...., he cut me off then and said " i know who you are, we have been watching you , we figured you'd come to the cathedral, i sent Rend to fetch you after you had arrived, we see now you are no threat or don't appear to be, I appologize for Rends harsh treatment he doesn't like visitors, We have to be careful here as we are all outcast from somewhere we hide out here and have for years its a safe haven for outsiders like us" "i see" is all i said. I stood then slowly at first and with a gentle hand he helped to steady me "i'll help you to your room"he said and led me towards the archway, we walked in silence. He led me to a door with the number 4 upon it and bowed then and said good eveing Miss Bloodstone and turned and walked back down the corridor, i looked at the door and sighed then pushed my way inside, the room was brilliant with a four post bed and a round table off to one corner there was a small chair beside it and all my gear was placed there " atleast they had the decency to bring my things to me" the rooms walls were covered with tapestrys that looked to be centurys old. The blanket on the bed looked to be hand sewn and looked inviting, I started to undress something i haden't done earlier, mayhap it is because i felt safe here, i Unbucked my iron breast plate and took off my chain mail then stripped myself of my leather tunic, boots, and breeches ahhhh sweet relief i lay down on the bed then naked as the day i was born, i thought of the tall dark haired stranger i had just met, and thought of his hard muscled body, and drifted off into a deep peaceful dreaming sleep.....

As i awoke, I knew not what time it was, but i was starved this morning, just a few more days and the full moon would come, i dreaded it. I sat up in bed and stretched, i felt rather sore after last nights events and a bit hung over. Getting up, I went to the small table in the corner and retrieved my clothes. I began dressing, when a knock came at the heavy wooden door Finishing getting dressed i opened the door a crack to see who it was. It was a bosomy young woman mayhap in her twentys with long red hair, wearing a low cut, tight fitting dress that showed much cleavage, and all her cuves, her eyes were green and bright her cheeks were painted with rouge, She bowed before me and said " my name is Devia Darkmoon, miss, i have come to see that you have everything you need this day" i smiled then and said " i have everything i need right now but thank you" I closed the door promptly, and began the trying task of putting on my armour, fighting with it, I went to the door with hopes the young Devia would still be there, she was thankfully. I asked her to help with my armour. She nodded in agreement, and entered my chamber quickly, shutting the door behind her, i turned and smiled then handed her my chain mail and turned as she helped me get it on straight, helping me next with my heavy breast plate i fastened it tight and turned back to her, "you don't say much do you?" i said, "nay miss i speak much, i just have alot on my mind this day" she countered, "Is it a man?" i said with a smile, but before she could answer i added "don't call me miss, the names Nalia" she nodded and said "Nay mi....Nalia, it isn't a male, but mayhap, I'd like to keep things to me self" I nodded and opened the door for her to leave, she went out the door quickly and i closed it behind her. Gathering up my sleeping roll and my satchel, aswell as my axe, i opened the door and walked out into the tavern of sorts, crossing the room i made my way to the bar, sitting my gear down by my feet and propping my axe against the bar i sat down and ordered a Whiskey, with a smile to Boyd who looked a bit tired, and had him leave the bottle. Looking around the room now, it seemed a bit empty besides Devia, Stella, and in the darkest corner, Rend, with Devia staring at his broad back as if she could see through him. Boyd startled me then saying, "no weapons allowed miss, that will have to come back here with me" he said pointing to my double bladed axe, that was proped up on the bar, I reached down and stroked it in a possesive manor and said, With deadly seriousness " she stays with me" Boyd looked a little shaken then and said " i can't be letting you keep your weapon when no one else gets to keep theirs. I smirked then and said "why don't you try taking her from me, i will warn you she has a mind of her own when it comes to other people touching her, I'm still wondering how she came to be in my room and no one is dead, or deader than they already are," this said with a laugh, Boyd raised both hands in defeat then and backed away going back to whatever it was he was doing before trying to commit weapon napping. Rend then turned and said without raising his voice "Damian is missing a hand thanks to your pet, burned it right off, it did, he realized all too late that its enchanted, had to get Solaris to levitate it there it took all her strength" I laughed at that and hissed " maybe you should have been asking more questions than just who i am, where i'm from and why i was alone, you'd figure people such as yourself would be more careful" He turned away then, annoyed by our conversation and went back to doing whatever it was he had been doing before adding his two cents. Turning back towards the bar, I downed my glass of whiskey and turned to Devia, asking her, "whats the story behind this cathedral?" Sighing she said, " it's a long story, why don't you have a seat over there and I'll get us something to snack on, and i'll be there shortly," Going behind the bar, gathered some apatizers on a tray and headed my way, I gathered up my bottle and followed her to a table not far from the bar. Sitting down and getting comfortable i waited to hear her story......

She began, "about Eighty years ago this cathedral was a beautiful place with many who came to worship at it. The cathedral blessed many new babies and held many handfastings it was known far and wide as a holy place. This went on for many years, and no one could say anything bad towards the cathedral and its followers, But the priest on the other hand was a wicked wicked man who raped it's followers of all their money and land as well as molesting little children who came to the cathedral to sing on sundays, some say he worshiped the dark god Having ritualistic orgies late at night while none of its followers were about, One night while one of these orgies were being held, A man who had followed the religion all his life was having marital problems and came seeking the advise of the priest no longer being able to cope with the problems himself. He opened the door of the cathedral and entered, it was quiet inside looking around for the priest he came apon a door that led to the basement, not thinking the priest would mind he opened the door and walked down stairs, stumbleing apon the ritual in progress he left un-noticed and gathered the towns people together to confront him about it and give them all proof of what he had seen. Apon arriving They entered silently and the man led them down the stairs to the basement They saw all they needed to see and with their torches lit the cathedral on fire with the priest still inside and nailed the doors shut sending him back to hell where he came from, they watched till they were sure him and all the guests of this wicked wicked ritual were dead and gone, It started raining then and the cathedrals fire was put out leaving it in the ruins its in today, the followers of the priest left town and it died along with everything around here, that is when we took up residence here and began taking care of the once beautiful garden to make it what it once was." I sat there with not much to say on the matter while Devia trailed off staring at Frozen Terror once again, and he seemed oblivious to her attraction or didn't show that he knew or cared. I got up then and made my way back to the bar, looking at Boyd " hey Boyd Who does one talk to about taking up residence here?" "Well" he said "that would be Sir William, the head Vampire round here, but no one speaks to him without first speaking with Sir Steven" "Well", i said, "we'll just see about that" " why do i think your gonna cause trouble around here?" Boyd said, i smirked then and turned to leave the bar gathering up my gear and my axe, making my way toward the coridors Rend took me through the night before. As i made my way up flights of stairs and down winding hallways I noticed a rather large door to the left of me, made of oak and carved elligantly with runes, this must be the place, i thought to myself, I leaned over, and put my ear to the door to listen, i heard nothing but quiet. I tryed the door knob, but it was locked. I layed my gear on the floor and examined the lock it was a simple enough, i rummaged in my satchel for a lock pick and began to pick the lock Click! it came unlocked easily i pushed the heavy oak doors open a crack and after gathering my things, slipped inside quietly, It was dark inside besides a single candle glowing on a table in the center of the room, with my eyes adjusting to the light, i began to see a bit better and noticed a sleeping form on the bed in the corner of the room, the form was rather large and, i didn't think it could be a female, I walked over to the side of the bed quietly and sat down on the side of the bed gently, Pulling the blankets back i realized all too quickly, this wasn't Sir William i was looking for, as the person under the blankets grabed my arm painfully, and put a dagger to my throat so quick i didn't have time to react or fight back, I was still and quiet not moving a muscle for fear i might lose my head, the person then asked "who are you, and what are you doing breaking into my quarters?" I reacted the only way i could, i told the truth, "i was looking for Sir William to see if he would let me stay among the outlaws here as i am an outcast as well, i am Nalia Bloodstone" Sighing and removing the dagger from my throat the man said, " didn't anyone tell you that no one see's Sir Willam without first talking to me?"......

Okay....now for something different but this is old but i am gonna post it any how

Imaj'ree

I've watched the winds blow.
I've seen the toppled temples
Of forgotten goddesses.
And as the fey air and faeries
dance among the crippled altars,
'round pock-marked mortars which once held up
a Majesty now lost and gone forever,
I watch, and wonder-----and wait.

Waiting; to find that secret asylum
hidden, buried, flown far away.
The mysterious isle glimpsed only in dreams;
the blurred image seen at the edge of the eye;
the land which the child seeks, unknowingly.
The place where only half-felt and half-remembered
breezes and goddesses go.

[U]You

I wonder where you are, because you are not here with me.
I follow when you lead, trusting you to know the way,
and now you've left me. Where are you?

You gave me empty promises; now I feast on bitter tears.
You begged me not to leave you, and so I still remain
in that spot where, now, falls silent and is alone.

I was in a diamond casket----clear, cool, strong:
impenetrable. There, I am safe from hurt, fear, joy, love, hate.

I was satisfied, I was content.

But you came along, coaxing me, charming me,
convincing me until I pried myself free
from that diamond heart.

I respected you, I trusted you, I fell in love with you.
I find myself still falling.
If you must leave, leave me now.
Already I am closing doors inside myself-----to you.

In my diamond casket again, I can see you.
Perhaps, if you look closely, you shall be able to see me.

Be


I want to be something else.
A summer's breeze, wafting through the flower fields,
Rushing through the cattail stalks,
Dancing with demure moonbeams and faeries,
Drifting through open hearts and windows.

Or, perhaps a drop of autumn rain
Flowing down bare tree branches,
Slithering through skeletal leaves and into the earth,
Waiting to freeze in the ground, becoming frost
-----Or, riding the rays of the sunlight
To find myself right where I had begun.

Maybe a winter sunbeam,
cool and glittery and remote,
shining a welcome light in earth's most desolate time,
when the trees cry and the snows fall.
There among the clouds I will be waiting,
wondering at what secrets are hidden
within the ice, the dank caves, the hollow trees
and the deserted, empty nests on naked branches.

Then, there is also the spring's moonlight,
mysterious, coy, magical.
Silvery ashes that drift from space,
falling to earth like tiny shooting stars,
are illuminated by the mystical moonlight
that druids and witches still praise.

I want to watch,
To watch and learn and remember;
Fearing not fear, staving off disease,
Never to know age, or hate, or innocence.
Never to feel pain, or joy, or happiness.
Never to hurt or care or love.
To just live and learn and watch and remember,
Never to worry about remembrance because
other people will always forget.

I enjoyed the story very much, the only helpful opinion I can offer is to post the rest before we all gnaw our fingers off in anticipation. The poems are emotion-filled, all in all I would say you have a tremendous talent. I am livid that others have not found this treasure trove as well. Good work *hugs and kisses*

Thanks Doll your a peach.....this is just an outlet if others read i hope they enjoy if they do not then this is here for me...thats all that really matters, a place for my stuff....
Nyla Hugs and Junk

be is a beautiful poem ...you have written a fantastic poem ...it is gonna be one of my favs now....i loved it so much...your talented

thankyou so very much for posting it

julian

Thank you for your opinion i am greatful for your sweet words
Nylasa

your poems put me to shame ..they are wonderfull... the things you write and the way you write are vivid ..you know the things you describe so well thankyou very much for posting them ...truly they are good in my opinion i. look forward to more...

where are you from ?

julian

From or live?.....I am currently in Az i am pagan so i share a spiritual oneness with natures and the likes. I think i would rather be somewhere with four seasons it's already samhain and just starting to cool off here with no falling leaves of changed color rustling over darkend streets.

What are you doing for Halloween?
Nyla

Ps. thanks again for the comments, they are apprieciated really

i could tell you were a pagan...your poems tell of a connection with nature..once you know the menstral cycle of the world it effects how you see everything....you feel nature and its energy and when you close your eyes and stand in the dark you can hear the world as it turns...i think im going to like your work ... i understand it deeply..you know how the goddess moon is followed by the male sunrise your work speaks of an understanding of it

i live in england and the frost is just starting to make its preasance felt...i love it ....roll on winter.

im just gonna chill on halloween ......

julian you new friend

I am going to go trick or treating for halloween...i dress up every year this is the one holliday i actually celebrate to its fullest.

I Love the darkness and the wind in the trees
and perhaps the sound of costumed childrens feet
as they crunch through leaves
of browns and bright brilliant yellows

hues of orange and old tarnished gold
Every leaf has a tale to be told
Every veiny line down to its stem
A life line until autumn begins

They teeter precariously from long fingered branch
And russle with the breeze at night sending a trance
Suddenly the weight of the dew is too much
and they sway and flitter through the air landing and such

Nyla......AKA Lesa

I knew imediatly then who's quarters i was in, "Sir Steven?" I exclaimed! "you are correct now tell me why your in my room girly, or did you just come to see what i have beneath my sheets?" I was blushing, thankful for the darkness that surrounded us, I began a little shaky at first "well i thought this was Sir Williams room and i wanted to ask him if i could stay." "Well darlin, this is no way to be asking William if you could stay, had this been his room Jade would have been ready to kill you if she had found you in her husbands chambers, or mayhap she will think your pretty and take you for one of her personal serving girls." he let me up then and i stood quickly giving him no chance to touch me again, "well how do i get an appointment with this "Sir William?" " Well" he said, "whisper sweet nothings into my ear and i might be inclined to get you an appointment" he said with a smirk. "I will not!" I screamed, "whoa! Wait a minute girly, I was just fooling around with you" he countered "I will get you an appointment sometime tonight if My Lords schedule permits before the festivities begin" "what festivities would these be?" i asked, " The Masquerade ball that we have three times a month," he added. With that i left his quarters without a backwards glance, and made my way back to my room past the bar through the archway to good old number four and pushed the door open, only to be greeted by Devia who was cleaning up my room and making my bed, I stumbled over a crouching figure in front of my door, it was a young man of about seventeen or so with dark shoulder length hair and dark eyes, with a shading of what apeared to be a sad excuse for a goatee, He looked up then and was laughing at me, like it was funny or something that i could have fallen and broke my neck, How annoying, i thought to myself. I grabbed him up by his collar then and asked him "whats your damn problem boy?" He began stuttering then, scared of what i might do to him, "I got no problem lady, I am sorry" he said, "well what the hell are you doing down on my floor anyway?" Devia was speachless and staring at the confrontation between us, He began again, "i was washing the floor down there that is all" "well get out" i yelled into his frightened face, and shoved him towards the door, he stumbled backwards and ran for the door slaming it behind him on his way out, listening, as he laughed hystericly all the way down the hall, looking to Devia, i asked, "who the hell was that idiot?" she replied, "that was Victor, my understudy, he tags along and helps me with my duties, he was dropped on the head as a child or so the rumors go, that would be his only excuse for the way he acts sometimes." Sighing, i dropped my gear on the table and went to the changing screen, ready for a hot bath after that swine had touched me. Stripping i sank down into a large metal tub of fresh clean hot water that Devia had just brought. Relaxing, i thought about what i would say to Sir William at our meeting later today, when Devia cut in and asked, "are you going to the masquerade later?" " I got nothing to wear" i said, "well, theres a shop on the second floor, i can take you later, Frankenstina makes the best gowns for the masquerades."she offered. I began washing myself and after i was finished, asked Devia for a towel, She reached over the screen and handed me a nice clean fluffy towel, i dryed off quickly and got dressed in a clean set of leathers, Devia had handed me as well as the towel. Devia helped me with my armour once again and i was set to go to this alleged shop. We left the room promptly, and headed down the corridor, past the bar, towards a set of stairs to the right of the arched doorway to the sleeping quarters. At the top of the stairs to the left was Frankenstina's shop. We walked in and to my surprise there were many beautiful gowns, too bad i had never worn one before, and didn't even know what was in style. Devia left me there to go back to her work. I looked around the small shop, for what seemed like an eternity before deciding on a black tight fitting gown with a sparkeling black masque. I payed Frankenstina her two gold peices for the gown and left back to my room awaiting an answer about my meeting with Sir William. As i was about to enter my room, I saw Sir Steven, coming down the corridor towards me, He bowed, and said, "Sir William requests your comany" " Right now?" i asked, "yes now" he replied. He turned then and walked away, obviously wanting me to follow him. I followed him, up the same flight of stairs that led to Frankenstina's shop but walked past it, and down a few more coridors, till we came to a large set of double doors made out of iron. Sir Steven pulled a large skelleton key from under his armour and unlocked the doors, opening them for me, with a hearty push. I entered what seemed to be a large garden with running fountains and many rare and beautiful flowers, but in the middle of this garden was a throne made of gold, and jewels, and upon it sat the most magnificent man i had ever seen, he had to be a giant, with those long muscled legs. He had white hair but seemed rather young, his eyes were of the lightest blue hue i had ever seen, he was wearing gold armour, with a bat etched into the center of his breast plate. He stood as i entered into the throne area, he had to be seven feet tall. He bowed to me, and sat back down, lounging, if you will, in his seat, and smiling an almost arrogant smile that was attractive on him. I bowed before him and he nodded, waving Sir Steven away, and then asking me, "what is it you wanted to see me about Bloodstone?" I stammered at first, not knowing what to say even though i had rehersed it earlier that day. I began by thanking him for letting me stay and rest, I said "My lord I am an outcast and i seek refuge from my enemies and I would like to stay here if permitted to do so." He seemed to be thinking, then he said "I hear you had an argument with Boyd over the no weapons allowed outside your room law, What makes you think you can break our rules here and then ask for shelter from your enemies?" I answered defensivly at first, "my axe is my only friend and i'll be damned if i'm going to be parted from her for any reason," he put his hand up at that point to silence me. He looked puzzled then shook it off saying "that rule only applies to guests not members of this clan and if i do allow you to stay, you may keep "her" by your side if you wish. Seeing as how your horse ran away the moment the woodshed doors were opened you don't seem to be going anywhere so enjoy your stay here. You may stay as long as you like." He waved me away then, i bowed and thanked him then took my leave meeting Sir Steven by the door. He led me back down the corridors and down the stairs leaving me in the tavern area, as he walked back the way he had come. I walked to the bar, apologized to Boyd about the earlier events that had occured and ordered a bottle of tequilla to be brought to my quarters, a likely excuse for needing to be shown how to strap on a dress. Making my way back to my room i happened upon Victor sitting in the hallway near my quarters, he was grinning from ear to ear and watching the people come and go to and from their rooms, i guess he found it entertaining to critique all the costumes I remarked " your not right in the head boy" and kept walking past him to my room. entering i found the room spotless and the iron tub removed from behind the screen.
I sat the dress box i had been holding this whole time down on the bed and looked at the box not even knowing where to begin, when a knock sounded at the door. I moved to answer it, opening it a crack, looking outside i found Devia with the bottle i had ordered. i opened the door a bit more so she could enter. She set the bottle and a glass down on the small table in the corner, turning she began to leave. I hurlidly asked her if she would help me dress for the evening. She said it would be no problem and opened the box containing the dress, holding it up she looked at it, She examined the dress remarking on what a good choice it was. She helped me take off my armour and clothes then helped me into the dress, i just remembered i had no shoes for the occasion, so decided to just wear my boots under the gown, it was long enough that no one should notice. Devia bowed out, saying she needed to ready herself for the ball as well, and closed the door behind her. I stood there looking into the mirror in disbelief, this couldn't be me, hard, tomboy like me could never become what i saw there in the mirror. Devia had fixed my long black hair in a tight bun atop my head with tendrils of curls falling out around it. I put on my masque and left the room heading towards the tavern, mayhap someone there would know where this alleged ball was being held. I entered the tavern and all the people there sported costumes or masques, I asked a lady, who introduced herself asVampyress Midnight, where the ball was being held. She told me to follow her when she went and we could go together, she ordered me a drink and we set off to find a table to sit at, so we could finish our drinks as the ball hadn't started as of yet. She told me she was from Kallern Forest North of the Dwarven Top Mountains, and that she attended the balls here regularly. She wore a black, tight busted, low cut, dress, with long sleeves the bodice had blue ribbons lacing it and the hem dragged the ground, the bottom half of the dress was blue as well. She wore a silver crown apon her head with a black veil, only she could see through, attached to it, covering her entire head. A bell rang from somewhere and it signaled that the ball was about to begin. We both rose then, and i followed her down the corridor i had been down twice today but this time we went down stairs to a large crowded ball room. A waltze was playing in the background and many couples dressed in costume were dancing to it. There were refreshments off to one corner. Vampyress Midnight left me there to join a man dressed in all black leather wearing a cape and a black mask, I took a seat near the refreshment table and watched for a while. A man dressed in a black silk shirt and leather, tight fitting pants, with a silver mask was coming towards me, he bowed before me and asked "may i have this dance My Lady?" I agreed to the dance stating i had no idea how to. He told me he would show me and to "trust him." He took my hand and kissed it and helped me to my feet, we made our way to the dance floor weaving through couples till we found a spot large enough to dance in. The waltze began as did we. I felt awkward at first but picked up the steps quickly after a while i was having a grand time but before i knew it the dance was over and i was asked to many more by the same gentleman as the night drew on. Soon the ball was over and everyone was beginning to leave in paired up couples, i noticed Vampyress Midnight left with the man, she left to dance with earlier. I was making my way out the door when the man I had been dancing with most of the night had appeared he asked me to go for a walk with him in the garden as the night was still young. I agreed and we made our way up the many flights of stairs towards the cathedrals garden. Once there, we sat down upon a bench overlooking a small pond. He sat rather close and gave me his cloak to keep warm as the night was rather chilly. He said he was from The Wolf Woods and had grown up there before leaving to find a place where he could be excepted for what he was. I didn't ask him what he was for i knew that only werewolves come from The Wolf Woods. We sat quiet for a time and he held my hand. He turned to me and asked me "could i kiss you?" I said yes, and he kissed me sweetly at first then his kiss became hungry and demanding in its intensity, his hands were roaming over my body and i felt dizzy with the delight of his touch, i was losing myself almost completely, when I heard hoof beats in the distance. He stood then telling me to get inside quickly and to find Rend and get him out here now! He slapped me on my ass to get me moving, at that point i knew who he was.........

As i hurried back into the cathedral I wondered if he knew who i was as well. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, back down to the stronghold, looking around franticly for Rend, hoping he wasn't still in his costume. Seeing many people still in costume, i began thinking my search was hopeless. Looking down corridor after corridor, i still had no luck finding him, I finally just decided to yell out for him in the crowd, and mayhap I'd get lucky. I yelled out for him in many rooms. I heard a disgruntled "overhere" and saw him removing his mask, over in the corner, with The Vampyress Midnight, he stood up to see who was calling him. He made his way through the croweded place over to me and asked, "what is it you need lady?"
I explained, "i was out in the garden with Sir Steven, or i thought it was him, when riders began aproaching and he told me to get inside and find you." He nodded then and hurried off to meet Steven.......

Meeting Steven outside, Rend had rounded up what few warriors he could find in a hurry. "Whats going on?" he said. Steven pointed off into the distance and said, "riders aproach from the west". Rend, told his men to spread out surrounding the cathedral. Each man did as they were told, and all were in their armour and carrying their weapons, ready for whatever battle lay ahead. Waiting in the darkness, the riders came within view of the cathedral, and pulled their horses to a halt in front of the men. Steven spoke first, "who are you? What the hell do you need here so late at night?" The man and his small army just sat upon their horses for a moment before speaking "I have tracked my slave to this location, where is she?" "what slave do you mean?" asked Steven, with a snarl. The rider, at that point became furious, yelling, "I know you savages hide people out here in this old shat pile, now i want her out here now, you know whom i speak of, so do it if you know whats good for you!" Steven became irrate at that moment and reached down to pull out his sword, when Rend stepped in front of him with his sword already drawn and, looking wild, he spoke first saying, "We do not know of whom you speak, probably because you haven't given a name asshole, you will not just come here threatening anyone if you wish to leave with your life intact. So if i were you I'd turn your poor excuse for horses around and go back to the shat hole you crawled out of before you get yourself killed." The man on the horse re-worded his phrases then and asked again, "have you seen my slave? she has black hair and violet eyes about twenty years old in apearence, probably riding a horse that was stolen from me. Her last name is Bloodstone, is she here or not?" he asked. Rend looked at Steven and frowned, they walked far enough away that they couldn't be overheard, "I knew she was trouble from the first time i saw her and her wretched horse coming this way," Rend hissed. Steven Just shrugged then and said, "then lets give her back to them." "Hell no" Rend said "they already pissed me off, lets tell them she's not here." They walked back over to the horsemen and Steven demanded, "who is looking for her? State your name next time before your business." The man atop the horse sighed and stated, "The name is Wooded Wolf of the Wolf Woods." Steven then remembered where he had seen this man before and imediatly knew who he was, and what kind of man he was, he was a whoremaster, a man who sold women's services for gold, a slave trader. Rend cut in and said "she has not traveled by nor is she taking refudge here with us, so just turn around and go back where you came from." The man didn't look as if he was going anywhere, as he just sat there upon his horse silent and looking very angry, "i know she is here or has came by here, i track well and this is where her trail led, i will go, but i will be back for her." He whirled his horse around and gave order to the others in his party and rode off the way he had come from, the others following close behind him..........

In the pits of Hell Fires Crypt

The children of Hades grow.

They watch you from the blurry dark.

And the shrowds that they call home

Their voices ring sweet

To the beat of your feet

Along with the crunching of bones.

You close your eyes

and breath naught but a whisper.

A prayer in which to be recieved

for now you've found yourself in the pit....

A place we call Hell Fires Crypt

The Dandelion


Whisper your secrets to each little seedling,
Whisper them softly and whisper them clear.
Tell your desires, your dreaming, your fancies-----
Give up your alibis; the passions so dear.

Then blow them away, the white little snowflakes;
Blow them away to places unknown.
There they will fly---- foundering, sinking,
Rooting and reaching 'til at last they are grown.

And there the remnants of secrets will flourish
From Shadows of minds to brightest of stars-----
Only the breezes can hear the half-murmurs
Of lost loves and hard hates; of short peace and long wars.

*bumps it back to the top* great stuff :ol_biggrin:

Thanks booboo sugarplum (Yet another funny ass pet name)
Hugs and such Nyla/Lesa

Dark underneath

His words intoxicated me mesmerised me,
He was beautiful with dark hair and eyes,
He sang me sweet lullabyes of love and life
Who would have guessed he was the devil in disquise?

He took my heart and wrapped his esscence about it
He wooed me and caressed me in gentle lies
He wove and spun and imaginary love affair
Who would have guessed he was the devil in disquise?

He took my body and filled it full with his flesh
never whispering words of severed ties
But words of love, passion and foreverness
He lies
Now i sit alone in passions love lost
Who would have guessed he was the devil in disquise?

He seized me, teased me, bringing to erotic exstacy
Tender emotions wrought with longing, and need
warm calloused hands, on soft bare flesh
her body trembling with pent up desire, on fire ready to feed

Binding hands to feet her gaze half lidden and sultry
teasing her body over her breast, inner thighs dripping wet
Whispered pleadings come to crimson lips
He shakes his head he hasn't even started yet

the nylon rope rubbing fraglile thighs red
a soft moan between parted lips
A tender kiss wet and lingering bottom lip shivering
trailing down her neck with hot licks sucks and a nips

Teasing her mind and body she is going insane
Ready to explode within herself with unfullfilled need
pleading once more for his flesh to fill hers
finally slipping within her dripping wetness he loses his seed

Myself?

Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror,
and I don't look real.
I see eyes that aren't my eyes,
eyes that hold secrets,
eyes that seem old and tired,
eyes that are not my own.
I see a mouth
that carries neither a smile nor a frown,
but holds within the years trapped with moments,
the life of a moth enflamed.
The curve of my cheek, the arch of my brow---
none are tangible, none are real.
Instead, there is only the disturbed comfort of the mirage,
that hollow solace of the illusions with smoke and mirrors,
that lulls me into the realms of placid dreamings,
which, I am told, is all too real.

Darkness calls
Embracing all
Enveloping night
Persuasive sight
Tempting moon
Changing soon
Howling wind
Where to begin
Fangs are long
can't be wrong
Of wolf and bane
Am i going insane
running in the trees
Funny what wolf sees
hot breath fogged air
Turn and run
I'm not there.....

Back inside the cathedral I was sitting in my room wondering what was going on that had caused such a comotion, when my door burst open and Sir Steven and Rend entered so rudely. Luckily i had already changed back into my leathers and wasn't sitting naked when they arrived. They both came in yelling, demanding answers of some sort, but i couldn't understand, with them both yelling at me at the same time. I yelled then, for them both to shut the hell up. "One at a time damn it." Steven started first, " when the hell were you gonna tell us you ran away from Wooded Wolf? Or did you just think it didn't matter? Are you trying to bring war down upon our heads? I want answers now damn it." Rend said, "I knew you were trouble" I didn't know what to say so i just sat there, i felt like crying, no one wanted me around, "i'll leave in the morning" was all i said. They both stood silent as if waiting for me to say more but i didn't so they began again, "We already told him you weren't here, your lucky Sir William said you could stay, that makes you part of our clan, and no one takes anyone from here who doesn't want to leave,"Steven added. Rend stood there shaking his head with his arms crossed over his chest in a disaproving way, "You could have warned us that this was going to come back on us, we are probably in for a war now." I felt bad for not telling anyone anything, these people had been good to me, taking me in and letting me stay. I remained quiet, The both of them turned and left then closing the door behind them and leaving me alone to my thoughts....

For the next two days i didn't leave my room for food or drink and didn't answer the knocks at my door figuring anyone who wanted to come in bad enough would just enter. On the third day i, made my way up top and out to the garden area, there i sat for a moment remembering that night with Steven, and how great it was before the night went so wrong. Heading back to the cathedral I made my way inside needing a drink after todays events. I headed down to the tavern and took a seat at a table in a dark corner. Looking around the room. i noticed that it was rather noisey in there. Over in the corner opposite mine there were a group of men who seemed to be drunk and making a ruckus. Among the men, I saw Steven, and Rend, as well as the man Damian who tryed to have his way with my axe. I knew it was him because he only had one hand and the other, or what was left of it, was bandaged. They were sitting around and acting like pigs when Rend called the serving wench Devia over to refill his mug......

"Hey there serving wench! why don't you come over here and bring me another ale?" he yelled

Devia went behind the bar and returned carrying a pitcher of ale, she walked over to the table a bit shaken as The man she had, had a crush on for so long finally spoke to her. Arriving at the table Devia filled his mug to the top, just as she turned to go he reached out a quick hand and grabbed her pulling her onto his lap and encircling her small waist with his large arms. she turned to look into his brown green eyes and smiled, feeling a bit shy at the way he was touching her. He reached up and gently touched her rosey cheek with his hand. "Thank you" he said, "I never noticed how pretty you are. Do you think that i could request your company this night?," he begged. She became nervous then and didn't know how to reply, she searched her mind franticly for something to say. She then said, "i have to work this night My lord, mayhap another time.

He looked disapointed at that and yelled over to the bar, "hey Boyd! I'm taking this one with me tonight, okay?" Boyd just saluted and said, "go for it she doesn't have to work tonight any way."

At that moment, He stood taking Devia with him and flung her over his shoulder, heading to his quarters. As i watched them go i noticed Devia's face was rather flushed and she had a stunned look upon it.

Back in Rends quarters, he flung Devia on the bed and began to strip, first removing his armour, then his breeches and tunic. Standing completely naked now leaving his clothes and armour in a heap on the floor, he headed over to the bed and sat down beside Devia. She looked up at him and smiled just a bit. He smirked then and began to remove her clothing, first, untying the laces in her bodice, he reached inside her top then to touch her breast , when he stummbled upon a small dagger tucked between her tits, and tossed it to the floor. Continuing he removed her bodice and then went to work on her skirt, rolling her over to untie it in the back, and there he found another small dagger tucked into her waistband. He then tossed that one on to the floor as well, then removing her skirt he slid it down her hips slowly, over her thighs that carried two more daggers, one strapped to each thigh.

Throwing her skirt apon the floor he went on to remove the daggers strapped to her thighs as well, throwing each to the floor after getting them unshiethed. He moved down now to remove her boots and stopped, looking up at her, he asked, "what will i find in here?" then went on to remove a boot and found two daggers in the first. Tossing them onto the floor in a pile with the first four, he threw the boot over his shoulder taking out a vase on the corner table.

Pulling the other boot off he found two more daggers and quickly discarded them onto the floor as well, then tossing the boot away. He looked up at her then and smirked asking, " do you always come this heavily armed to a mans bed?" She replied, "seeing as how i've never been to a mans bed before, i guess i do". He grew serious then and asked, " your a virgin? I don't need any daddys coming to kill me for taking their daughters innocence."

Slowly Devia sat up and looked at him, saying "my parents are dead" in a seductive manor. She then scooted closer to him and putting her hand on his chest began to caress him finding a nipple, her fingers began twirling in circles around it making him want her all the more.

His hand went down, caressing her thigh, lightly letting his hands roam higher and higher up her deliciously soft leg, till he reached her hot wet pussy. There he let a finger enter and probed her depths, bringing a moan to her crimson lips. She leaned in then for a kiss, sucking on his bottom lip, his tongue parted her lips and they shared a ravenous moment of passion. Breaking the kiss, he pushed her back apon the bed, spreading her thighs he moved between them. Getting her ready for the small moment of pain she would have, he licked her nipples, getting her dripping wet and oh so ready.

He then entered her slowly, his cock throbing within the tightness of her virgin pussy. She gasped at the pain she felt between her thighs, as he entered her fully. He was still for a moment letting her get used to the pain and fullness she must have felt, satisfied that the pain was over he began pounding into her with hard fast strokes, while she arched her back to get him deeper. Wrapping her arms around his neck she clung to him, she could feel a sensation building within her, she held him tighter as he brought her to quivering exstacy she had never experienced before with a man.

He slowed his pace a bit, long enough to look down at her and smirk, before sitting back and pulling her to sit atop of him. She began to ride him furiously
bouncing on his swollen cock, bringing him closer and closer to his needed relief with every stroke. He came then with a grunt, holding her hips still while he finished. Collapsing on top of him, Devia lay her head apon his chest and fell fast asleep. He brushed a tendril of wild hair from her face and dozed off as well.....

wow..your thoughts are much more than they may seem..more than the words written in themselves...a deep and inner truth shines in you ways and walks of words on the opage..my eyess and brain interpret but know its only illusion to what is real...
I would very much like to sit and talk with you...find out your experience in life

I might be inclined to tell i like being a mystery.....if i was so easily figured out then perhaps you wouldn't be talking to me at this moment.....perhaps

Daylight hours send messages on waves
sending recieving in lustful craze
Her body wet with sweet words and thoughts
as each message arives fast enough naught

A licking a liking they are all the same
an intriquite balance in this knowing one another game
the sun rises on sultry thighs
with fingers of magick oh how time flies

A soft moan on parted lips
A harsh but gentle touch on shapely hips
a nylon rope and a paddle
perhaps a leash or a horses saddle

collar me keep me in sweet submiss
Demand of me and make me all that you wish
rape me and seize me with nasty phrases
tell me i am good and give me my praises

When i have been bad punish me please
I need to climax i need all of these
To be a good slave to my lord
I will submit to being tied with harsh cord

Not a passing fantasy but something to keep
even if it means opening my flesh left to seep

DAMN!!..words so filled with erotic flavor..a taste that I am savoring and wanting more of...to tie and to make you bend is a dream now I do not want to end

your a sweety.....it wasn't that good.....

Around the bonfire in windy cool fall
dancing, chanting, hearing nature call
Spiraling and circling dizzying head
voices raised to the souls of the dead

A howl of the wolf the roar of the fire
heat on your body risking deaths ire
the moon over head the witching hour
high up over naked bodies spectres tower

we all fall silent at the end of the night
minds reeling thoughts not landed from flight
as the moon flows behind a cloud
of our ritual we become proud

silence as we sit in natures tree
contemplating the things that we did see
dewy grass under bare feet
as we chant merry meet

mm..very nice visuals you paint of situations most would like to experience..especially in your company

thanks doll...just retelling my ritual on halloween the other day....still on my mind...like seering fingers on my soul....

mmm..whats on your mind is like a seed in my soul blooming with the warmth of the breeze your soul blows my way

Are you saying i have found an admirer?......i am glad you post in my board.....lets me know i am doing my job when it comes to bringing emotion and life to words......thanks babe your a peach...

a peach...that wants to be bitten and digested and become part of the body of the one eating....emotion and life has never lacked in any of your words and thoughts..always I look forward to reading your words for they bring about a different world in which I am interested and a feel of openess that seems so fresh..yes like that peach...

I am glad you enjoy.....

Wonderful, I am glad to see others have come to look upon your work as well, you deserve the attention. *kisses her cheek and slips out quietly*

Stop being quiet perr your so polite for THE GOD OF FUCK but thanks any hows for comments your a sugar plum beef cake stone fox....

Sitting on a mushroom top in the rain
Sitting there soaked washing away pain
every little droplet sinking into dry skin
breathing new life just waiting to begin

Cooling weathered and firey emotions
he is gone away between us is oceans
Sadly i sit on this mushroom top
soggy clothes begin to cling and sop

raven locks stick to wet face
steadily falling this rain set its pace
looking up inot the dark cloudy skies
liner running down cheeks tired of lies

the day grows long on the mushroom top
sounds of frogs and crickets as they enjoy each drop
the echo of droplets through the trees
i sit there along hugging my knees

Till all at once the rains stop
From the mushroom top i hop
down on the soggy ground all muddy
and walk on feeling better but still cruddy

I would apprieciate a bit of feed back on this one as it took me longer to write than most my works.......think i am losing my touch? if so please....please let me know....

....truly works of art....you're very gifted.....peace....

thanks doll...i feel grand that anyone would stop by at all.....thank you so much for Kind words....I will aim to please the next time around
Lesa XX

you please as much as you show your face in who you are with the words you write....nice..crisp..I could feel myself out on the mushroom top...rain falling...and rain stopping..a feel of clean it brings..so nice and refreshing

Thanks sweet.....you perpetually give me good comments thank you so much...
Lesa XXX