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~Crystal Strands
Of Finely Woven Silk~

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From: Azling
To: thevampiredagon
Subject: ~Crystal Strands Of Finely Woven Silk~
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1998 14:00:10 EST

::her eyes flash in a spark of mischief to the thought of "surprise"....her smile twists up into a rather wicked grin that spites upon it's satiny crimson surface....a lingering jaunt of dark taunting laughter....ever so softly :::.......

Mmmmm...
The likes of such a surprise sprung from you my dearest....something I am sure I would consider one of life's finer moments.... thriving on the unexpected as I do.....::tilting her head slightly.....her dark gaze drawing to narrow slits ...the wicked grin arching ever deeper....rivaling that of even the Cheshire Cat's ::: I think it only fair to warn you though....."surprise" has a way of biting the hand that feeds it ::a warm lick of tongue ..glistens her lips:::.......I can only hope that you ...dear Dagon....love the rushing thrill of such spawned twistings...as do I...........::her tone drowning in a tease of playful intent::for it mayhap be you that winds into the path of "surprise" if you journey to my dark doorway unannounced.......::a magical glitter sparkles deep within her eyes::....awaiting the unexpected .....the very core of of which erotic fantasies exist upon.....::...a jadded whisper...fading into a soft whimper::....a pleasant "Surprise" ...indeed....::snapping from the dizzying dream state like visions that conjure in her mind::........

Ahhhh...
In regards to your last reply.....how odd..that while reading them..I find myself drawn back long ago.........to a mist chilled evening...deeply caressed in the throws of late October's Rust...I recall with great clarity now....the shadowy tendrils of night ...weaving smoothly through the graceful bows of the wise old oaks that edged the woodline....the gentle breeze lending a brush of swaying life to the sorrowed weep of the rustling willows.....the faint scent of rain..as a distant thunder traveled over the dark horizon......encased in muffled groans ...announcing the arrival of the rapidly approaching storm it rolled upon.......violent streaks of lightning crackled within the heavily clouded stormhead ::her thoughts drifting absently back in reflection over the unforgettable occurrences in that ...darkest of evenings....in late October..:::.....

Mmmm.
..:::her true nature driving an evil pass across her lips:: ...memories............one that has not been summoned upon in far far to long....how easily we tend to forget those brief moments of terror filled peace..that lend such character and worth whileness to our sometimes all to mundane existance.......Perhaps.....in time....if our paths continue to cross one another's...as I hope they will....and if you might harbor the interest......I will tell you the tale of.....Octobers Rust.......to many.. I am sure they would classify it as nightmarish tale....perhaps one they might read from folklore.........yet to me...and I have a feeling you as well....find it to be the stuff fairytales are spun from...........such as we are............::a single strand of her raven hair...strays over the dark pools of her eyes...contrasting vividly to her paled flesh.....it shudders lightly in the passing brush of a warm exhale:::.....

I find as of late
...I greatly anticipate the brief glimpses you allow me into that ..dark soul....of yours.....with all the outward trappings of enticement...a thick cloak of deceit that you wear ohh so well.....::the enchanting smile of nimble innocence returns to her::: ......This last plethora of your thoughts..has left in me wonderment...and pause......as I find that you and I ..are....."SO"..... very much like one another.......our thoughts seemingly linked ...I muse over just what this web we have begun to spin shall shape into.......and whom it shall catch upon its sticky strands of silk.........::a soft escaping sigh drifts from her smile as she sweeps the dark locks of hair that slither past her shoulders....back::..

There are only three possible outcomes to my muse of webbed thought.......::the soft grazing bite brushes her lips again:::.......those being.............

~1~
struggle...............and simply become further entangled.::laughs lightly in that thought...as struggle can often lend an air of thrilling rush to any hunt and capture......and be very exciting.....::grinz evily..::....................

~2~
reside............be content in the knowledge that you are neither trapped..nor...free......a catch 22 of grand proportion.............................

~3~
Freedom...............which in turn can either send you a step forward.....or a leap back............that all depending on the walker............

at any rate my sweet ...
You are not alone.......:winks::........I stumble as well ..into the sweet oblivion of darkness ....strange that I should stumble now...as my steps have never faltered in the past....walking among the shadows with stealth and fluidity...mine eyes sifting through the clarity of night with not so much as a blink.....when something sends me to an unseen fall.......the force of impact shearing my eyes closed.....only to regain my footing...... opening my eyes to gaze upon.......
You my dearest Dagon..........
This new shade of darkness..........fogged in a fine mist of enticement.......the path that lies just around the bend..canopied in an inky tunnel of blackness.....shrouded in haze.......does it hide a treacherous cliff off to its jagged edges.......or a firm shoulder to tread upon......Mmm....ahhh::..adventure darts through her eyes....the bite of anticipation to her lip......indents a bit more firmly:::.........I do so love the thrill of a blind challenge......pounding rhythmic pumps of a loud heartbeat in my ears......the rushing sensation of blood dizzying my focus..........ragged pants of breath........the intense climax of what is to come.........I do believe the old adage......the decision to hunt what hunts you...or become the hunted....fits well...............We shall see hmm...::the sharpened nails of her left hand...toy and twist abscently to the talisman that dangles about her throat....rapping lightly on the cold onyx trapped beneath the grasping talon which holds it :::.........

Just know that you do not stumble alone here.....in this wonderland of darkness.........Who knows...perhaps this web weaving..and stumbling...shall lead us upon the creation of one of those memories.....one we can take passionatly to our graves....::drawing her fingers gingerly to her lips..her eyes flutter to a light close.......pressing a lusted kiss to them....she tilts her fingers outward...a featherlike touch of warm breath sends the kiss with her words:::..Bloody kisses ..love... ..................Anxiously awaiting the next silken strand to be spun......still in ponderment of our acquaintance......yet still fascinatedly captivated in curiosity.........and ever present......thriving well.....under ...Jeckles Hyde::his pun tickling her in a wicked giggle::

Swarmed by the masses~Still struggling at the stake

~Always Surviving~

~Azling~

 

 

 


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