Kolarik
Aug 19th, 2003, 12:36:07 PM
It was from the velvet of night that we came forth
Those of us for whom the torch of existence burns eternal
Time is to us but an endless repetition of history
In which our ways, our mischief remains infernal
From the darkness of hell, the blackest of angels keep watch
With not an eye for the living but a spectacle for the undead
Blessed are the hallowed and the gracious among them
For their persistent watching shall keep us fed.
Harken, mere mortals, the thunder of the beat of our ageless hearts
And be drawn to our luminescence like moths to a flame
To a place where the vampires wander
Where there is nothing but darkness and Roon be thy name
Since Alana had made him a knight, Kolarik had taken very seriously the goings on within the Shrine. The future she had revealed to him weighed heavily upon him, stripped him, perhaps of his innocence. But in doing so, it had brought back a hint of the mortal within. Brought back the mortal feeling of fear. Fear that if he did not learn to become more powerful, there was a potential that he would lose all that he had come to love. That he could lose Alana. And the pain of such a thing was something even his immortal heart would be unable to bear.
It was fortunate that his time was eternal. He was found most often now with tomes in hand, studying the past, learning what there was to know about what had come to pass, and preparing as much as possible for the future.
This was a tremendous change from his behavior before. Until the moment she had shared with him such horrors, he had been more of a party boy, sleeping all day, drinking blood all night without a care in the galaxy except when it came to Alana. That was the one thing he had always taken very seriously.
The one thing that he’d found in all of his recent reading, was that the records kept did not seem to give as complete a story as he might of liked. And so he had wracked his brains trying to think of a way to learn - of who might possibly know.
And in a random moment, had recalled the one who had, for some time, revealed himself to Alana and to himself. He had not seen the man in some time. And he wasn’t surprised, after the last scare he and Alana had given him. But now….now he wanted to find the one who watched. Or at least, the others like him. And he was determined to convince Alana to seek them out with him.
Alana was nearby, he could feel her as he walked the streets of Roon. And it was not only her presence, but the others who were out there as well. His cheeks flushed with recent blood, a cunning grin settled over the ever timeless features of his young face. Forever in appearance would he be a young man. In mind…he was growing up quickly.
Through the link between them, he beckoned to her.
Those of us for whom the torch of existence burns eternal
Time is to us but an endless repetition of history
In which our ways, our mischief remains infernal
From the darkness of hell, the blackest of angels keep watch
With not an eye for the living but a spectacle for the undead
Blessed are the hallowed and the gracious among them
For their persistent watching shall keep us fed.
Harken, mere mortals, the thunder of the beat of our ageless hearts
And be drawn to our luminescence like moths to a flame
To a place where the vampires wander
Where there is nothing but darkness and Roon be thy name
Since Alana had made him a knight, Kolarik had taken very seriously the goings on within the Shrine. The future she had revealed to him weighed heavily upon him, stripped him, perhaps of his innocence. But in doing so, it had brought back a hint of the mortal within. Brought back the mortal feeling of fear. Fear that if he did not learn to become more powerful, there was a potential that he would lose all that he had come to love. That he could lose Alana. And the pain of such a thing was something even his immortal heart would be unable to bear.
It was fortunate that his time was eternal. He was found most often now with tomes in hand, studying the past, learning what there was to know about what had come to pass, and preparing as much as possible for the future.
This was a tremendous change from his behavior before. Until the moment she had shared with him such horrors, he had been more of a party boy, sleeping all day, drinking blood all night without a care in the galaxy except when it came to Alana. That was the one thing he had always taken very seriously.
The one thing that he’d found in all of his recent reading, was that the records kept did not seem to give as complete a story as he might of liked. And so he had wracked his brains trying to think of a way to learn - of who might possibly know.
And in a random moment, had recalled the one who had, for some time, revealed himself to Alana and to himself. He had not seen the man in some time. And he wasn’t surprised, after the last scare he and Alana had given him. But now….now he wanted to find the one who watched. Or at least, the others like him. And he was determined to convince Alana to seek them out with him.
Alana was nearby, he could feel her as he walked the streets of Roon. And it was not only her presence, but the others who were out there as well. His cheeks flushed with recent blood, a cunning grin settled over the ever timeless features of his young face. Forever in appearance would he be a young man. In mind…he was growing up quickly.
Through the link between them, he beckoned to her.