Valirion Thorn
Jun 4th, 2003, 10:31:20 AM
:: I sat in the grand parlor. Seeming to converse with myself, but the shadow wraiths knew that I was talking with my symbiotes and them. All in whispered words that no mortal could hear. The wraiths never left the Shrine, and never intended to for that matter. All very cunning and praiseful to those of the Mother. But they liked to hear stories. And I enjoyed talking to other creatures that loved the Mother so.
So I spent much of my time talking to the wraiths, my symbiotes occasionally adding in sound effects and their own thoughts. I was in the lower parts of the Shrine, where even the moonlight couldn't touch us, completely dark, though it didn't bother any of us at all of course. Rarely would any of us even sense another vampyre close.::
So I spent much of my time talking to the wraiths, my symbiotes occasionally adding in sound effects and their own thoughts. I was in the lower parts of the Shrine, where even the moonlight couldn't touch us, completely dark, though it didn't bother any of us at all of course. Rarely would any of us even sense another vampyre close.::