AHHHHH! After reading NoShelll's rant one can only say that men can be the lowest scum alive. Why is it that so much self-sacrifice and faith and trust can be disposed off as simple as disposing off a used Kleenex? Ok... not ALL men are alike, but the few exceptions are halbreeds, not plainly human... or not human at all! Of the men I've know... Coriolis would be an exception because of his elvish ways, and AVO because of his half-gnomish bi-polar ways... But Trilogy was as self-absorved and cowardly unreliable as most men... And even Groundel can fall in that description... He's still working his way out of my humble opinion...
Why is it so hard for most men to simply stick to their logical truth? I mean... If you have something going on with someone, give the all or give nothing... Trust all or nothing... Believe all or simply walk away. Why get involved when they know they have their hearts set in something else... Or maybe just that they follow the crowd stronger than they could ever follow one lonesome love... even if it's the love of all times... the big soulmate... the One! There are many ways to cheat, besides the obvious most common male cheating... Leaving your girl for your friends, putting your girl down, leaving her second-third-fourth-or last place... Cheatig is a state of mind that involves much and always ends with destruction of trust, therefore destruction of faith, therefore destruction of the basis of love... And rebuilding THAT is almost impossible... Almost...
Rebuilding can take forever. It can consume everything, leaving only silence and stillness if not memory and pain... Endless hope can survive, but only in stasis and as an ideal.
Blaze Darkstream and Dorin Singlestar danced forever in the real story. The vampire in him ended up consuming and corrupting Blaze's soul. She received the dark kiss, and although darkness embraced her, the story had a bittersweet ending. The lovers would always belong, in life, unlife... living scourned... Ravenloft is the demiplane that is everywhere and nowhere at the same time... And its rapture is a beautiful, alluring emptiness filled with pulsing warm blood.
Candence and Mascom found each other in different realms, a cat and mouse chase that was neverending... I wonder...
Lyoness laughs at all and goes on, reaping her harvest of despair and madness. Yes, my job is done... The little people shall always feed my deity needs with their nameless actions and innocent deeds... Chaos is orderly misplaced in the worlds after all...
Kill the BEAST! Kill the BEAST!
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