**absence has been my unfortunate plight for two cycles o' the sun and moon, but i return - only to find this imbecilic, spineless insect, that should have met quick demise beneath my hoof long ago, within these revered boundaries of havoc?! well, martyr, your sense of humor is unfailing, and i say this without irony in my tone. a harsh snort, uttered to the near likeness of an appreciative chuckle, emanates from silver'd larynx in bitter amusement**

.please.

**torment - if you are not worthy - and you are not, i believe - pray, do not tie yourself to the burning stake. it's half the fun for us...there is a definitive line between dominance and total spinelessness. if you do not know its location, then you enter these regions at your own risk. when someone gives you a shove to right your balance, don't kick up your heels and bolt over onto the other side - that is, unless your intention is eternal scorn, disdain, and general condescension from us here. swift flirt o' chiseled crania executed 'fore a contempt-filled utterance is emitted to torment, a simple dip o' crest to martyr, a companionable whicker to her fellow residents**

~siren~

**slight, appreciative, and unostentatious 'bow' to the duo that laud her opinions, a quiet jest mocking none other than herself, the soloist, she whose voice is heard by all the cosmos. a half-amused self-deprecation, a somewhat mollified nicker transmitted into th' atmosphere, trembling on a fine vibrato briefly, like iridescent bubbles blown into the skies by the breath of a pure wind, delicate and well-rounded**

.i am not an entertainer.

.but i am a soloist.

**and you, knife edge. waxing philosophical, are we? i'll spare you my own doctrines o' life, death, and darkness. no doubt you'd prefer your own thoughts to mine? a gentle utterance slips from scorched velveteens, mimicking a softly bitter chuckle with amusement bordering on, but not trespassing into, sarcasm. you would portray yourself as a recluse, a sociopath, the discreetly mad brute ling'ring within the shadows engaged in a constant battle to confine your fiery emotions. surely this is not a good sign? come, come. you're more than a pathetic insane beast, driven out of your mind by your constant dwelling in the shadows. what sort of warrior cannot even withstand the embrace of darkness?**

.there's more to you, i know.

.pray, show me it.

**oh, there is worth within you, restless vitality that could well be tempered to the use of a strong and powerful masculine. i perceive its presence within you. but few can accurately perceive your unblurred presence within the shadows that you so constantly keep company with. 'tis all very well to employ stealth and seek cover, but there is always a time to step out, to unveil yourself. now, i think, may be the time. will you let the spotlight of my curious gaze shine on you, and undelve all the faults and strengths of your deep soul?**

~siren~