Howdy People. Vampires, Lycanthropes, Witches and all that other good stuff is the self proclaimed norm here. But I also write many other things and types of topics. If you have any comments or Suggestions they are clearly welcome. My Main series which you will see more of is based in the world of Ayenee a place where just as here, all that is fantasy or horror is the norm. Other stories are based in parallels of our own time and place, or where ever they say they are things just flow that way sometimes.
I’ve been thinking…
By an appropriate twist of fate the majority of my friends and Family are Taurus… And even those that aren’t are close enough and have the pieces of ‘Doctrine’ (if you will) that coincide with the traditional Tauren characteristics… I am definitely not the first to say that times are hard… and this post is for me as much as it is to any of my audience… The New Year Is upon us and I have been challenged time and again to move on and to stop thinking so much… And now I pass that challenge to everyone else. we worry too much and we can think too much and become stuck in our own mental Quagmire…. Either a change of direction or even to just simply keep going but we have to do something… I have fought my trials and tribulations and still do, as do we all. And now Back to my Taurus declaration… My Uncle and one of the great influences in my life once told me “That you have to do something… even if it ends up being the wrong thing you still have to do it, and you have to do it with all you have. You’re bound to hit a wall sooner or later, but if you hit it hard enough you’ll either bounce back or you’ll knock that wall down.” And that is all I have to say Just do it and do it with your all…
Typical
Maybe I am as some people say the Typical Black Man. Perhaps I am just writing this for my own sake, or it oculd be some of you might even wanna see and even learn something from this. It has been put to my attetion over the years, months, weeks, and days that I have either done the wrong things or the right things at the wrong time. Traded tit for tat, but nonetheless I have wasted time, mine and others. Luckily in some cases certain situations resolved themselves for the better, while others still continue to linger on. I am purposely being opaque but it will start to come to light… Polygamy and Monagamous relationships are very deep topics and even to me something serious and borderlining on taboo. Some may call me a pimp or player or whatever. I’ve been called many things under this accursed Sun, but don’t ever say that I am afraid of commitment! I am and will always be wholeheartedly for my friends and family. The happiness, safety, and well-being emotional or otherwise have alays been my deepest concern. I have gone throough many pains for the sake of my friends and my commitment to them. I would go as far as to say I have committed to my kith and kin, friends and family more than some would do for themselves or their own blood. I guess to cut this short I will say to you and to all. I am sorry,for the pain and confusion and frustrations I may hae caused, But I will say as always, I am here for you forever and always, and even if I must I can sign a contract with whoever to keep my spirit or just the thought of me there to comfort you. I have resigned myself to my fate whatever it may be and I look forward to see how it all plays out. But remember I love you and care for you and about all that is yours. That is as simple as I can put it.
KJB
Crossworlds Future Intro
“Something has to be done about the…” He caught himself before making a fatal error. None of the creatures around him could be trusted, especially not the human. “…them… the Mask, the magicians, and other threats.” He finished subtly as he met the gazes of every occupant in the well lit opulent meeting room. Furnished by none other than the Pallida Mors the room and the palace housing it was the most extravagant setting that most of them had seen, much less thought of owning. Anathema Masters, the oldest surviving Malkavian vampire sat to his left with her deep olive hued skin and her bright green hair. She brought more than enough nobility to herself and her family simply by surviving as long as she had and resisting her family’s famous traits of insanity. And no one needed to make mention of her marriage to the King Of Shadows. Beyond her sat Lucien, Father of The Wolves and the Eldest Member of the LaSombra. Lucien had tired of vampiric politics long ago when his wife had perished in a feud between him and his brother that had lasted centuries. Standing behind Lucien was Ukema his confidant and protector ever since the King of Shadows had commissioned her. The witch-turned-vampire was an amazon with the fangs of her enemies braided into her long hair and with her wicked looking hand carved spear to complete the look she seemed more than formidable. The twins Avia Jade and Donovan sat past Lucien and like him they represented a major branch of lycan-kind. The prince and princess of the ruling were-cat ‘empire’ were openly opposed to the speaker’s cause. And just as deadly as those major figures were they weren’t what had him most on edge. Climbing up on his threat ladder was their older cousin and Queen of the Demon Mare vampires. Constanze the adopted daughter of the Dark Adapt and trained in Skincrafting by the former Queen herself. Her regime in Crystallis was mostly an isolationist kingdom that had nothing for or against his movement. Her light complexion and lithe build had no suffered during her change as can happen with the Skincrafter bloodline, leaving her mixed heritage intact. The heritages of bot blood and family. And beside Constanze was the speakers most pressing threat, her younger brother. Vlademir Demetri. The trueblood child of the Dark Adapt and the Grey Witch’s daughter had arrived in Gor on a self imposed exile for his own reasons decades ago. Rumors circulated over the years that his father was still alive and that he was nearly as timeless as the vampires he had managed to befriend. Officially Vlademir, like the whole of the Pallida Mor family was neutral to all factions involved, as long as Gor’s sovereignty and neutrality went left alone. Unofficially the Pallida Mors had their fangs deep into everyone and everything. They were the bonding agent of the Family of Families just as much as the King of Shadows was the web that held them fast. Vlademir was a known mesmer capable of besting vampires and the most adept psychics alike. He was unreadable except for what he projected to be seen. More sinister rumors stirred about his more maligned abilities, but no one ever found anything concrete. Even a member of the Red Mask’s elite Investigation Team One vanished with only a piece of his body delivered to Headquarters. Yes, to the speaker and his cause Vlademir was the most critical person against present. While Vlademir sat with an amused look upon his face his personal Pallida Mor assistant, Micheal was impassive bordering on discontent. The vampire like the rest of his family had managed to stonewall the Red Mask’s every attempt. Nothing had worked bribes, threats, even ‘breakdown of communications’ to fulfill those threats hadn’t cause the mountain of the Family of Families to budge or bat an eye. “The Red Mask can halt these problems…” He went on choosing his words carefully. “The strife and needless deaths can be handled and ultimately avoided within the lands.” It was an uphill battle and no doubt had always been one since the empire was consolidated, now they were reduced to insurgents. Even with their lands not truly occupied. In the broad scheme of things it was a change of power and the alliances without much old blood hardly suffered any loss. Yet on the other hand the old regimes outside of the Families missed the power that they had. “So tell me Sabean,” Vlademir fixed his gaze on the La Sombran, “Where is the proof of what you preach in your own lands?” A rift of unneeded whispers rose, it seem only for the purpose of annoying the speaker. Gehenna was the first land taken by the emperor and the actual base of the Red Mask, and still the most violent metropolis on Ayenee. Even in the self governed Western Plains what the Red Mask saw as crime was lower than neighboring Gehenna. Plus with the yearly Rains coming soon the violence was sure to escalate. Or the bustling ‘Markets’ and auctions held there in the city of darkness were not screened or monitored like the Pallida Mors’ making things a bit more…. complicated. Sabean waited for the hiss like whispers to subside and fixed Vlademir with a golden gaze of his own. The history between the leader of the Red Mask’s Investigation Team and the Human Prince was a long and interesting one. “We have plans in place to take care of our own problems.” Vlademir smiled at the loosely veiled threat while Micheal sat stone faced as usual. The discussion was renewed, but it was all mostly for show until the Red Mask offered proof of its power, and Sabean knew that would be coming soon.
As the members of the meeting filed out through the falls of the royal Fanged Palace he strolled the crystal illuminated streets of the Gorean capital. Taverns and clubs of every nature were seeded on every main artery through the city, and most were likely to have secret entrances on back roads and alleys. The palace itself dominated the skyline resembling a bleached set of serrated teeth rising from the Crystalline Sea. Both the Slave Auctions and the Pallida Mors premier club flanked the palace on either side close enough for the family members to easily traverse. Yet far enough to keep the Fanged Palace the most prominent feature of Gor. The region itself was mostly made up of coastal plains with rolling hills patched with wooded areas to the southwest in the direction of Miasmata. The populated swamps and marshlands that made up Miasmata stayed covered with a perpetual fog that seeped out of the vegetation and condensed into a light everlasting mist. The neighboring city made a perfect sanctuary for vampires or anything weary of the sun and was a central travel and commerce hub on the Crystalline Delta for all of Ayenee. The river itself ran through the Western Plains and ultimately emptied in to Gehenna and the bowels of the planet. Lush and mild having only two seasonal cycles the plains were ideal and perfectly suited for human habitation. Exactly the geographic opposite of Baltimore, a desolate wasteland of craggy rock and desert. The fortified city itself was built into a canyon actually lower than the surrounding landscape as an affront by the believed extinct Brujah vampiric race to all would be invaders. With only a single road running through the gated grey stone city Baltimore was a veritable fortress even with all it’s tactical flaws. The only vegetation was cultivated well inside the inner castle’s courtyard well sheltered from the arid environment sustain with imported water and soils. Springs peppered the desert land but were few and far between under the nearly impenetrable ground. Baltimore was a land only suitable for the dead. As he walked thinking of this new world, he couldn’t help but think of the current seat of the empire Gehenna. The archetype for all vampiric civilizations formed at the center of the crater. A large lava pool the Burning Lake served as the centerpiece for Castle Blackthorne the capital of all vampiric races and home of the LaSombra vampires. Being nothing more than a terrestrial exit wound Gehenna’s landscape was still ashen and scorched, the main vegetation came in the various forms of fungi thanks to the regions yearly rains. The two natural sources of light came from the Burning Lake itself and the Red Moon, the chunk ejected from Ayenee during the cataclysm eons back locked in orbit over the city. He smirked to himself as he made his way into one of the safest clubs for humans. Of course anyone who knew their history here on Ayenee knew that with the world populated and mostly ran by immortals and near immortals it was usually best to stay with you own kind. He like others in the know knew that concepts of time were practically lost on the vampires and other immortals, but everyone even the elders knew of the future. Sitting at a booth near the back of the Mind Freak, Sabean knew that the future line in the stars…
Cross Worlds was the future as much as it was the present for those adept enough to accept the power of technology over magics. And ultimately like anything that mattered, the space bound real estate belonged to the Pallida Mors. A joint effort between species, races, and families the giant space station resembled a cluster of grapes attached to a flat square shaped plane. The bottom side of the square was an intricate network of snaking pipelines some ending in bulbous pods that were the stabilizing thrusters. Maintenance and service areas were built into the actual deck as well as the public launching areas. The topside cluster was a conglomerate of domes spread out and even stacked one atop another all in variable sizes. Some of the simpler domes just had atmosphere and light gravity from the faint pull of Ayenee. Others had lush gardens and automated irrigation included with the stations enhanced gravitational pull. Others like the Pallida Mors central hub were expansive enough to house entire cities polarized to block out all light except for faint starlight and the warm light of the moons. Weather, day and night cycles, A whole mock up of Gor’s capital was built radiating out from a copy of their Fanged Palace. Clubs, taverns, and the markets here flooded the central hub. While the elite resided in the central hub close to the family it was assured they would have a dome of their own. Prestigious private landing pads and docking bays we staffed in all the elite domes as well as a fleet of star craft for transport. It was even rumored that there was use of teleportation by magical and technological means throughout out Cross World’s locales and beyond. Resources and materials were brought from Ayenee and other planets ripe for colonization in the solar system as well as Earth via the Shadow Portals. Some planets were nothing more than barren wastes akin to Baltimore, others were lush primitive jungle settings, but all of them were useful to someone. All of them were profitable in one way or another, and the Pallida Mor had their fangs into everything.
Left Behind
I am the one left behind,
bound to the past by honor and a tempest’s child.
I am not forgotten.
And I am not too far gone.
Yet I am left behind.
I didn’t expect my universe to wait,
but I didn’t plan to see it travel so far.
Though perhaps it was not all for naught,
considering that while my universe grew beyond my orbit,
I Grew as well.
Multitudinously, concentrated, and nearly impervious…
I’ve created a stronger gravity of my own.
Not to bring my universe back,
but to repel me from the quagmire.
The Black hole of the past,
where dim flickers of light die I will continue to grow.
I will become the epitome of the Culmination.
I no longer seek to settle.
My roots are deep enough.
My pruned branches will grow and bear,
And my fruit will be Rare.
Rare, seasoned, and exquisite,
The Continuum of days has made sure of that.
But glimmering hopes of the past have lost their hold.
Only shining gems of the future can guide my path.
Those radiant stars that pull so strongly and shine so brightly.
Bright as or brighter I will become.
I will be a beacon all my own.
I don’t intend to lead,
but my Gravity will find a like star.
And I will never be left behind
Again
Hiatus
Hi Everyone I’m on a lil hiatus right now typing up alot of my works and all. But if you’re out there stay tuned, I’ll have minor things coming here soon.
KJ
Winter Opus
Depression and isolation, a personal blend
Steeped in shame and shyness, brew a poignant loneliness
Made especially for me
The aroma of self-pity and desperation waft
Through the air, surrounding me
Cloaking me in an air of aloofness,
Shrouding what would normally be perceived as awkward silence
If you could see the real me
The first bitter draught spills over my lips which
Will not be kissed, flows over my tongue that explores nothing
Tasting only
The solitude, fusing and freezing it, unused
The chill, instead of assaulting the inner warmth,
Finds no such enemy inside me
My heart strains painfully, trying so hard to drive it,
The silence away, but it is only one
Doing the job of two
One day it will ignore me too.
The Viscious
As I bask in the moonlight, I see your face
As I close my eyes and soak in the stars
The thought of you makes e shiver, the chills
Trickle down my neck and grip my spine in a crushing embrace
Your smile, cool calculating, seemingly innocent
Yes, that smile, how could I have known what lurked
Dangerously close to me was not an innocent
But a predator. All fangs, claws attitude and appetite
Waiting to devour me, my hopes, my plans, my night
How could I have known, looking into your eyes, into nothing?
Profound, dark, cold, empty, fertile, nothing
Infected with greed, with beauty, with hidden scars
Of those before me who have succumbed to your
Untraceable past. I know you. I do know you.
I know you cry out for me in the darkest
night hours. I know you yearn for me with a burning
Desire that melts away all your other thoughts in
Its searing, nuclear heat. I know the horrors of
love unrequited, jealousy, envy, sorrow, and despair
A web of pain, tearing away, revealing a maniacal joy, disturbingly powerful
Frenzied, panicked elation that spirals out of control, finally
I know you will seek, so shall I hide the emotions that gorge you
Yet I still stand in silence, in solitude, stoically awaiting, basking in the moonlight
Until you reach me, and feast.
2a. Acceptance
2a. Acceptance
Weeks transformed into months, and the months progressed until he could no longer stand his clever ploy. His hunger toyed with his sanity, but he had relented thus far. She easily slept at his side dreaming peaceful loving dreams as he counted the minutes until the damning Sun would rise. He had his story down pat, centuries of lies and rehearsal made it practically instinct. It was the emotions that had held him bound in place. Her pulse pounded louder in his ears drowning out her rhythmic breathing as his hunger became nearly unbearable. A rush of cold washed over his body from the inside out and his lips burned when he dared to risk a small kiss on his beloved’s forehead as he untwined himself from her. He’d told her of his unusual ‘working hours’ weeks before and now she stirred but didn’t wake as he rose from their bed. He dressed in silence as his eyes faintly glowed with a hint of crimson as he watched her sleep through the darkness of night. With the final touches of his evening attire in place he left without a sound, but moving swiftly enough to cause a faint breeze as he departed to the streets.
*
He was oblivious to the cold air buffeting against him as it howled between buildings to create invisible vortexes where the wind collided with itself. Street lamps, signs, and garbage danced to the toneless tones of the wind while life went on as it always did in the city. The cars sped past their headlights like angry eyes always staring forward. Clouds of steam parted and swirled as they rose from the City’s lower realms where its inner workings released a low growl like a sleeping dragon. He took it all in, but it of no importance to him. He had to feed, he had gone nearly a week without. His love had consumed his conscience yet addled his mind. The very thought of taking what he needed from an other was nearly repulsive. And such a notion conflicted with his very being. He was only prolonging the inevitable, but he savored each and every moment of it dreading the possibility of losing her. Yet he fixated on the thoughts on the slight possibility she might… He banished his wishful thoughts focusing on the task at hand. People didn’t always get smarter, but they adapted pretty well, and the stubborn ones always died off quickly. It was an age when people were wary of their neighbors, but even more xenophobic of the unknown. At least that much was the same and probably would never change. People hardly braved the night alone specially on the City’s streets, except for those who saw themselves as brave or those whose job it was to be there. To keep the less savory side of society at bay. they were the easiest, always driven by duty and service, out to make a difference. For that he nearly always spared them the world needed more people them. He stalked the streets in a blur as he ran though the shadows until he found his prey. The patrol car was parked, its driver sitting still his eyes darting systematically in random places keeping with the patterns around him. To the officer he appeared to materialize out of the night itself, his eyes widened registering the shock, his fear oozed out of the vehicle like an intoxicating perfume. Before the officer could react any further his hand crashed through the window and caught the officer up by the lapels of his jacket. With a single jerk the man was freed from his seat belts and drawn out of the window into the City’s cold embrace.
*
He had managed to keep his secret as thus for several more moons as he had centuries before. Until the beginning of the end came in the form of a small hand clasped lightly to his forearm as he sat up to leave. “Don’t go… Her voice cut through the darkness, the gentle request ringing like a command in his mind. “If only I could…” He argued yet he hadn’t managed to move from their bed. “Can’t you stay tonight?” She whined her dark eyes only narrow slants weighted by sleep. “I’ll have something to tell you in the afternoon and I can never find you.” He smiled a small smirk hiding his fangs then hushed his love with a small kiss before it would be too late for him to leave. With his hunger under control the warmth of her flesh was a soothing caress.”I’ll be busy today sweetheart. But I’ll see you this evening.” He told his partial lie and she relented giving into the grips of sleep as he left again to avoid the rising of the deadly Sun.
*
His mansion stood as it had for centuries, only the world around it had changed. It had once been in the rural wooded country, then the exurbs, and now the suburbs had grown around it making it an unofficial landmark. The house and land had been in the same family for generations. The last owner, Vincent P. Moore, followed in the family trend of light politics mixed with being a mogul of the entertainment industry. restaurants, clubs, and theatres had been his legacy that he had left his son, as well as the City. Like his ‘father’ the son managed the business affairs masterfully, but he was a recluse refusing to become involved with the City’s politics. He never seemed to be involved with anything or anyone, much to the chagrin of the paparazzi and tabloids. With just a simple relocation of one of his restaurants he could irreparably alter the face of the City. For him it wasn’t hard to avoid the cameras and spies. He only went out in twilight, his limo would draw away the vultures and he’d travel on foot and in plain sight. The limo had a set route to take going to all the family’s establishments keeping up his image of solely being focused on the business. If only they knew! He risked a final longing gaze towards the sunrise after setting the day’s directive for the family’s various interests. He didn’t have to sleep through the day, but it was more favorable for his chosen… diet. The lighter hours always proved more taxing than those of the night, so he chose to sleep. He gazed east towards the City, towards his lover until the brilliance of the Sun became unbearable. His heart was weighted like a hot air balloon perfectly ballast as he retired to his bedroom. Sleep took him in an instant, there were no dreams in this sleep. It was the uninterrupted sleep of the dead. Given his heightened senses he had trained over the scores of years to be able to ignore the evolving noises of the world around him. Except for those extremely close to his domain, of course there were the press and other nuisances but they helped keep his senses acute. He slept until a single waft of perfume, the scent of fresh covered blood, the sweet botanical s of soap and shampoo clenched his unbeating heart and filled him with alarm. The first instinct was to lash out at the offender of his sanctuary or to flee, but his crimson ringed eyes snapped open to see a pair of dark eyes gazing down into his. He came to recognize the warmth over his heart to be her hand resting against his chest. “Shhh…” She silenced him with a sound making him wonder if she truly understood the hold she had over him. “You said it yourself, I’m far from stupid. And I’m not ignorant to today’s unspoken truths.” Her smile brought a curve to her full lips and dimples to her cheeks. “The whole world saw what can happen if you ignore them for too long. That story of the tree in Spain or the one about the werewolves capturing the Pope.” She traced her finger tips over his chest feeling his flesh grow warmer to her touch. He couldn’t help but smile when she mentioned a couple of the Family’s bigger ‘slip-ups’. “But I’ve come to tell you, that I know and I’ll always love you, and there is something else…” His smile faded as her voice trailed away in a slow sigh. She seemed to deflate with the release of air and he couldn’t resist taking in her essence in a deep breath. And suddenly he understood it all. How she had found him and gotten so close without rousting him from sleep. Their mingled scents, but it was something deeper than that. “I know…” He said letting out her breath finally with nothing else that needed to be said. With a quick gentle gesture he snaked his arms around her already feeling the edges of his hunger sharpen, but he had finally had her…
Lost
Lost
I sit here looking out to the sunny day from my darkened room considering what I once would not, and doing what I once could not. I have attempted to be objective in my sentimentality towards you. No matter what you may think you have always been an inspiration of mine and much more. On that issue I can easily admit my predilection for you. The main reason behind what I’m doing I could not even begin to explain, this may just be the way I voice my thoughts. I can’t even say if I have much merit to feel the way that I do. I am simply vexed on the matter of how things have progressed between you and I. It is as if I am a rooted vine that has been touched by the Sun’s light for the very first time. It has felt so natural to grow towards you rather than digging my roots deeper into the same terrain that I have been in for the many years passed. My Sun that warms me, the air that soothes me, the very alluvium that feeds my roots, it isn’t that what has vexed me. It is my own actions and the ‘whys?’ and ‘to what ends?’ of my mind that have me troubled. In my old possessive contumacy I intend to make you mine. But knowing myself I ask ‘to what end?’ and the logicality of it all. I’ve come to learn that all is possible and maybe even plausible, but nothing is guaranteed. Do I truly stand a chance? My heart has hopelessly fallen at your feet, yet the creeping doubts of my mind scream refusing to go unheard. Angst and indecision threaten to choke out our garden before the seeds are even sewn. Yet amid all the doubt I can’t help but must that I may have finally found the Master of Monster. And everyone knows that only Man can master a Monster, or in my case a woman. I can only hope my actions aren’t for naught and the goal that I envision will have me. Whatever that end may be I cannot deny that all in all you have me utterly perplexed, en rapt, and even fearful of you and ultimately my own actions.
4. HoneyMoon
It was the sweetest Full Moon of all my years. And it was only a sign that it was meant to be. Your voice was an enticing lullaby, the liberating vice of my heart. My heart fluttered as my name escaped your lips, the centuries of bitter cold that once kept it now banished by the fires of our passions. Through all my years of life it was you who taught me how to live and not just to simply to survive to prolong my existence. Your full pouting lips curl into a devious smile which I can see so much of myself in as your heavy lidded eyes open just enough to reveal your glistening eyes halfway. Except for the obvious, over rated biological sense we are completely alive, my life has new meaning with you and you had found new life. Your hair was a raven curtain feathered over the white silk of the pillows fluffed beneath you like a dozen clouds. My gaze was fixed on you drinking in every detail as I hovered over you. I studied every inch, the softness of your skin, the blush of our union painting color upon color. we could have stayed frozen in that very moment for centuries, our bodies complete within each other. The way your teeth pinch your bottom lip stir the currents again as my hand drifted to your hip the other gently tracing the delicate curve or your cheek, your hands pulling wantonly on my shoulders ever closer. All under the haunting white light of the Full Moon, our only witness to thie most Holy of Unions. I follow your lead captive to your whim and my desire, and with our arms we encircle each other and begin anew daring the Sun to stop us.
