*walks out of the inn and looks up at Demon* Shall we? *smiles and motions toward the intruder and the dog...then, with impressive speed, he is suddenly behind said intruder and dog...and gaining very rapidly...in a moment he is close enough to see that it is a woman...*

Deadend
12 May 2001

Just kicking in a jam, working my way around learning to go by feel. so if somethings in the wrong place, it's not always on purpose. I accept instruction grudgingly, tolerate criticism if it's constructive and made with a kiss attatched, more later.

Hmmm...what's good she asks? *sets the glass down and looks over his inventory* Ah! Here we are. *fills a goblet with red liquid...the essence, the stuff of life...vitae* This is your preferred brand is it not? *shows her the bottle* As for what's upstairs, I wouldn't worry too much about that yet. All should become clear soon enough. *smiles*

Deadend

Terrible as was his loneliness, a meeting with Jack would have been more terrible. And, after all, it was true, a gulf had opened between them.

Death to the wicked, I declare
Peace to the restless whom I scare
Kill for spite;
What an appetite
For destruction it is that I have
Listening for my scream
Seeing my delight
Madness in my eyes
Sparkles very bright
Searing heat seizes me;
Chilling coldness grips
My body rebels that which is given
For now I cannot see
Laughing just for spite
Crying out with all my might
Pleading with the lion;
The Unicorn roars into the night
Stars sparkle and shine
I am losing my mind