looking for vampires....

[rel]

...who don't get hung up on nonsensical humanistic parings filled with the moral fiber of a nitwit...who embrace the animalistic qualities that we posses that give the thrill of charming others with charisma, turning humans into our childer to use them to our whim, embracing the full capacity of what it means to be immortal. Those who consume blood for sport as well as for nourishment, who judge not and have allowed themselves to rise to a higher state of immortal consciousness. Who know who the fuck they are. This is what I wish for this city. This is what I wish for our kind. To find a mate that they truly covet in all things yet own who they are as a creature of the night. To not read this as a testament to promiscuity but as a realization that what we are is the epitome of seduction. We have evolved so much from our Nosferatu elders who paled in comparison with hideous features, and now can blend into the city to gain anything we desire. We don't need to fuck anything we see, but to take one's blood is the most intimate sexually charged moment. To have one offer it, to nestle into their neck and take it willingly, to straddle one and take it with force, or to have a human offer themselves for eternity. That is who we are, inherently, and the moralistic crap I continually see within the sections on severances falls back to humanistic morals that don't make any sense.

Why lie about taking a childe? Why? I was taken with love. I was turned to be with my sire for eternity. I would have willingly. Forever. She lied and already had a companion, and I was duped, but my turning doesn't change. I would have loved her till the end of time even knowing that she had a companion. I won't downplay it to state it wasn't sexual, it was. I learned to move on is what I learned, but the 'taking' of me wasn't even close to the creation of a poppet. So is every time I take blood from anyone that willingly gives it over. It's a rush that is so completely out of this world orgasmically sexual...the moment before your fangs sink into the neck that is arched to receive them...the sigh that emits from their mouth as you drink in that first pull. Sure the hunt isn't as erotic. Especially those hunter ass bitches, but they still give a rush. It's who we are, damit. Are their any left?

[Mr.`Vespertine]

Sept 16, 2009 21:37:34 GMT -8 rel said:

We don't need to fuck anything we see, but to take one's blood is the most intimate sexually charged moment. To have one offer it, to nestle into their neck and take it willingly, to straddle one and take it with force, or to have a human offer themselves for eternity. That is who we are, inherently...

Mmmh, your words arouse me.

[Promethius]

Take me now.

[Jackie O'Collin]

Yeah, that was pretty hott, I won't lie. >.>

[Jada]

Here here... I must say, that was perfection...

[Bambi]

There are 'pires like that in this city. They're the ones who get called whores and tramps. Who get laughed at fer not being part of some so-called wonderful line. They're the ones who sometimes 'ang out in the ghettos just fer the crack, not to spy or feel superior to others. They read the local papers and on line publications wivout feeling the need to comment on every siring or binding or severance whether they know the folk involved or not. They're 'appy wiv their obscurity as it allows them to act as they please, with no repercussions. Yew won't find 'em apologizing fer fucking someone else's partner, yew also won't find 'em throwing Holy Water in retaliation fer any name calling that may elicit. But these 'pire's don't last long. Eventually they conform, they get into clans or they bind or take a sire who they become submissive to. They replace the fun in their unlives and learn to keep their mouths shut. And that's why yew'll be looking a while before yew find the right kinda 'pire fer yew. I bet there are folk who read this shit and say "That describes me to a tee" But that's bollocks. Most real 'pire's are tamed. They chose to 'ang up their fangs in favour of respectability and partnership. They might talk the talk but yew proposition 'em and they stammer and back down. They'll say they 'ave responsibilities now but back in their night.. dude.. we live ferever so every night is ours by right.

I've only ever met one 'pire, other then meself of course, who did and took exactly wot she wanted. She never gave a flying monkeys about wot folk said about 'er, she 'ad 'er fun and lived a truly twisted unlife. She ain't around now, fink the loneliness of being shunned by our moral society finally drove 'er away, and I reckon it's a crying shame.

Maybe most folk just don't like to be reminded of wot they actually are? It is easier to fit in rather then live on the edge of society, far safer being a sheep then a wolf.

[Mr.`Vespertine]

Sept 19, 2009 6:38:23 GMT -8 Bambi said:

There are 'pires like that in this city. They're the ones who get called whores and tramps. Who get laughed at fer not being part of some so-called wonderful line. They're the ones who sometimes 'ang out in the ghettos just fer the crack, not to spy or feel superior to others. They read the local papers and on line publications wivout feeling the need to comment on every siring or binding or severance whether they know the folk involved or not. They're 'appy wiv their obscurity as it allows them to act as they please, with no repercussions. Yew won't find 'em apologizing fer fucking someone else's partner, yew also won't find 'em throwing Holy Water in retaliation fer any name calling that may elicit. But these 'pire's don't last long. Eventually they conform, they get into clans or they bind or take a sire who they become submissive to. They replace the fun in their unlives and learn to keep their mouths shut. And that's why yew'll be looking a while before yew find the right kinda 'pire fer yew. I bet there are folk who read this shit and say "That describes me to a tee" But that's bollocks. Most real 'pire's are tamed. They chose to 'ang up their fangs in favour of respectability and partnership. They might talk the talk but yew proposition 'em and they stammer and back down. They'll say they 'ave responsibilities now but back in their night.. dude.. we live ferever so every night is ours by right.

I've only ever met one 'pire, other then meself of course, who did and took exactly wot she wanted. She never gave a flying monkeys about wot folk said about 'er, she 'ad 'er fun and lived a truly twisted unlife. She ain't around now, fink the loneliness of being shunned by our moral society finally drove 'er away, and I reckon it's a crying shame.

Maybe most folk just don't like to be reminded of wot they actually are? It is easier to fit in rather then live on the edge of society, far safer being a sheep then a wolf.

You want to hear me howl?

[Drew Jones]

Sept 19, 2009 14:06:21 GMT -8 Mr.`Vespertine said:

You want to hear me howl?

I do.

[Bambi]

Vesp.. yer all talk and yew know it ;D

[Scythian Chornovyl]

Sept 16, 2009 21:37:34 GMT -8 rel said:

...who don't get hung up on nonsensical humanistic parings filled with the moral fiber of a nitwit...who embrace the animalistic qualities that we posses that give the thrill of charming others with charisma, turning humans into our childer to use them to our whim, embracing the full capacity of what it means to be immortal. Those who consume blood for sport as well as for nourishment, who judge not and have allowed themselves to rise to a higher state of immortal consciousness. Who know who the fuck they are. This is what I wish for this city. This is what I wish for our kind. To find a mate that they truly covet in all things yet own who they are as a creature of the night. To not read this as a testament to promiscuity but as a realization that what we are is the epitome of seduction. We have evolved so much from our Nosferatu elders who paled in comparison with hideous features, and now can blend into the city to gain anything we desire. We don't need to fuck anything we see, but to take one's blood is the most intimate sexually charged moment. To have one offer it, to nestle into their neck and take it willingly, to straddle one and take it with force, or to have a human offer themselves for eternity. That is who we are, inherently, and the moralistic crap I continually see within the sections on severances falls back to humanistic morals that don't make any sense.

Why lie about taking a childe? Why? I was taken with love. I was turned to be with my sire for eternity. I would have willingly. Forever. She lied and already had a companion, and I was duped, but my turning doesn't change. I would have loved her till the end of time even knowing that she had a companion. I won't downplay it to state it wasn't sexual, it was. I learned to move on is what I learned, but the 'taking' of me wasn't even close to the creation of a poppet. So is every time I take blood from anyone that willingly gives it over. It's a rush that is so completely out of this world orgasmically sexual...the moment before your fangs sink into the neck that is arched to receive them...the sigh that emits from their mouth as you drink in that first pull. Sure the hunt isn't as erotic. Especially those hunter ass bitches, but they still give a rush. It's who we are, damit. Are their any left?

Aren't you just the cutest fuckin' thing? ;D

[Ashenvale Z Shuukakshamaru]

Sept 16, 2009 21:37:34 GMT -8 rel said:

...who don't get hung up on nonsensical humanistic parings filled with the moral fiber of a nitwit...who embrace the animalistic qualities that we posses that give the thrill of charming others with charisma, turning humans into our childer to use them to our whim, embracing the full capacity of what it means to be immortal. Those who consume blood for sport as well as for nourishment, who judge not and have allowed themselves to rise to a higher state of immortal consciousness. Who know who the fuck they are. This is what I wish for this city. This is what I wish for our kind. To find a mate that they truly covet in all things yet own who they are as a creature of the night. To not read this as a testament to promiscuity but as a realization that what we are is the epitome of seduction. We have evolved so much from our Nosferatu elders who paled in comparison with hideous features, and now can blend into the city to gain anything we desire. We don't need to fuck anything we see, but to take one's blood is the most intimate sexually charged moment. To have one offer it, to nestle into their neck and take it willingly, to straddle one and take it with force, or to have a human offer themselves for eternity. That is who we are, inherently, and the moralistic crap I continually see within the sections on severances falls back to humanistic morals that don't make any sense.

Why lie about taking a childe? Why? I was taken with love. I was turned to be with my sire for eternity. I would have willingly. Forever. She lied and already had a companion, and I was duped, but my turning doesn't change. I would have loved her till the end of time even knowing that she had a companion. I won't downplay it to state it wasn't sexual, it was. I learned to move on is what I learned, but the 'taking' of me wasn't even close to the creation of a poppet. So is every time I take blood from anyone that willingly gives it over. It's a rush that is so completely out of this world orgasmically sexual...the moment before your fangs sink into the neck that is arched to receive them...the sigh that emits from their mouth as you drink in that first pull. Sure the hunt isn't as erotic. Especially those hunter ass bitches, but they still give a rush. It's who we are, damit. Are their any left?

your words indeed touch my fibers i agree there are indeed so many vampire son this city who still think and have the morals of a prehistoric human, im not averaging every single vamp i just think most of them just simply act as humans.

"We answer only to God RavenBlack but yet there is this putrid smell of righteousness and false purity that infects this city."