� Escape is |Futile| -- The Pasture

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, [2], 3, 4 ]

Subject: � Escape is ^|Futile|

Author:
† Nemesis †

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 02:37:09 12/17/04 Fri
In reply to: Moth 's message, ".[.flutter.]." on 02:54:43 12/16/04 Thu

� your intimate enemy �
� your intimate injury �
� i plan your destiny �
� your future misery �

Not a sound was spoken from his frame as she uttered her musings. Content just to listen for the time being. Mind toyed with the idea that perhaps she was simple. Aye, what a strange world this be.
Globes drank in her form with relish. Her dazed state creating an urge to protect within his breast. A very different stirring from those that usually inhabited this arcane being that he was. Torture. Torment. Self amusement. All extremely enjoyable past times. Yet a softness enveloped him as his gaze rested on the dove. So strange.
Silence hung close upon them. Broken often by the chorus of the night. In this silence he waited, all at once unsure of what to do next. Caudal flicked idily against hind limbs. Mind pondered the one word, Moth.

Be it her name? No matter. I dub thee Moth, mysterious damsel.

As if echoing, he produced that simple word.

Moth

[Italic: my thoughts. Bold: my words. Normal: my actions]

� run while you can.... �
� the e n e m y is here �

† Signature: Nemesis
† Duration: 5 years
† Extraction: Arabic
† Brand: Virile
† Stain: Ebonite
† Worship: The Devil

† Reign as: Drifter
† Empire: All before me
† Exalt: none
† Created: none
† Dominate: stutterfly - moth

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]