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I am the one they call the Fallen One. I have fallen from grace. This was by my own doing, of my own choice. Through the passing days I begin to remember so much. I keep thinking that it is only merely my imagination playing tricks on me. Sometimes... I wish it was, but it isn't. Oh, how can I explain myself to you without sounding... mad?



For the past two years have I called myself "Ravyn Night" (though during that time have I also been know as Dara by a few others), the Guardian of Lost Souls and of Innocents, the Forbidden Angel, and the Keeper of the Gate. Now I begin to wonder if there really is some truth behind these titles. No one sees the things I do, no one feels what I feel, no one knows what I know...



No, I am not saying I am Almighty nor am I saying I am Pure. Everyone has the choice. It is just the matter of fighting what you believe in. I look around me now at what the Ones beyond the Rising Veil are making this world out to be and it saddens my spirit and heart. I know few that are fighting to keep those beings out of our realm, but they are fighting for a lost cause. If only people would just stop and listen, not give in so easily and allow hatred to fill their beings. There is too much love and caring inside of my heart for it to completely consume me which is the reason why I do not pick between one, but am of both the realm of dark and light. The only way I will ever be consumed completely by the hatred is if there was no more reason left to fight.



Yet, every day that the veil lifts more and more, the voices and feelings become stronger and stronger. This makes me weary and cautious because if I am not careful, they might succeed in converting me. I just cannot allow hatred to consume me as it has so many others. If it did then it truly is a lost cause because no one has the ability to stand up against me... no one. Some days it feels as if being completely insane would be better than knowing the things I know or being what I am. I could be surrounded by thousands of people who call themselves "friend" to me and I would still feel utterly alone. There is, however, one male out there which I will not name that can be purely my equal.



The only beings that do not see me for what I really am are those that are entirely humans in all aspects of their beings including the soul, those already too blinded and consumed by hatred and darkness, those who only crave power and believe themselves Gods above all others, or those that merely wish to ignore their instincts. There are so few that know me for what and who I really am because they pay attention, then there are those who know because I reveal myself to them willingly. Call me foolish, but I seem to enjoy testing my abilities as well as testing everyone around me even if they do not realize it, they all are being tested to some extinct. By doing this can I separate the worthy and the unworthy. Call me untrusting of those around me, but at first sight can I tell if I like you or not.



My true name has yet to reveal itself to me, but perhaps I have naught a true name at all, just many names and disguises. All I ask from the one reading this is... fight for your cause even if it is an already lost one. Know that there is also strength in numbers, but there is even more strength in your will. All you have to do is believe and have faith. Do what you must and all that you can. After all, you are only human... (if you're not then this does not include you!), but if you can overcome the things thrown your way, overcome those passed the veil, will you find eternal life and success...





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My eyes fluttered open. Everything was entirely dark. I had no remembrance of the night before. Perhaps I still had my eyes closed or was in a dream? I tried moving… what was this? My arms seemed to be cuff above my head. I began to notice how cold it was, damp really in wherever I was. The smell of blood hung strong in the air still and it made my head spin. I was getting myself ready to call out into the never ending darkness when I heard a door open. Light flittered into the dark room. I was finally capable of noticing a lot more now. I was in a dungeon. I saw the shadow of a male figure on the floor and pulled on the chains that bound me there. It took my some time to realize I was nude, my body had been removed of all clothing all but the studded collar around my neck that had two chains with clips hanging down from it and latched onto each one of my nipples. The man walked around behind me, lighting a few lavender and rosemary scented candles before closing the door. I watched as the candlelight flittered across the wall and floor in front of me. I was about to whimper out what he wanted from me, but just then I felt warm lips upon my chilled flesh and a hand upon my shoulder and one wrapping around my stomach.



The stranger whispered low in a dark tone, "No need to fear…" he ran his lips across my bare shoulders and up my neck, "You belong to me now." He would chuckle low before sinking fangs into my throat. Everything went black again momentarily.



Yes, in many ways, I was afraid, but I was also thrilled. Think of it as a sick twisted fantasy made to become reality. My eyes had closed to that sweet bite I was given and a moan escaped past my own lips. The scent of my own blood engulfed me as he pulled away. I imaged a wide grin upon those lips of the stranger's.



"W…what do you want of me?" I stupidly stuttered out. Of course I already knew the answer to that, but sure enough I had asked anyway.

I heard that chuckle once more. Feeling his hands roam across my body, and soon that hard throbbing shaft poking into my lower back, I cried out in awaiting lust. Finally, his hands grasped tightly onto my breasts, pulling at those clips upon my nipples, making me cry out even more, as he thrust hard and full into my sheath from behind, sinking those canines once more into the tender sweet spot upon my neck, the mark…



Broken, bruised, used… loved, cared for, wanted… He dominated over me, and I willingly submitted. He is my lover, my mate, my Lordship and King forever in this life, and onto the next. No life can ever be claimed by just anyone, only by one's own life mate. When the time is right, it shall happen… my time was then and now… It's only a beautiful ending to a wonderful bran new beginning…



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Good things to have thoughts. They cannot be stolen from you like so many other things. My thoughts are my own and no one else's. How grand is that? Very actually until you find yourself alone in the world where no one understands you but yourself. That is why I am writing this. Let me paint a pretty picture for you, actually a lot of pretty pictures if you do not mind...



Imagine, if you will, a boxed in room with padded walls and only one shatter proof window that allows the moon to shine some light in the little spaced area. A figure in one corner farthest from the door opposite of the window with her knees up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs as she rocks back and forth, scared and alone. Such a sweet innocent little thing is she. That is... until you get too close.



She caged herself there in that room, in hope to stop those cravings and to not hurt anyone, but it only made it worse. A lot worse. Picture the door opening to the room, a stranger dressed in unusual attire for the asylum, holding a frighten looking nurse by the cuff of her neck. The woman thrown down at her feet and the only word whispered was "Feed" by the strange man.



Shaking her head, she denied the need, but that thrumming of a heartbeat began to pound louder and louder in her ears until it was a never ending roar calling her forth. She stopped rocking and began to pet the nurse's hair back from her face. She got onto her hands and knees, leaning ever so close to the woman's neck, took one deep breath in than sunk those four razor sharp fangs plus the two on the button into that fleshy meat. The blood began to flow like a rampage inside her mouth, warming her insides, making her feel truly alive once more. The stranger was close behind her now, reaching out his hand to stroke back her hair from her face as he watched her in delight at her feeding, ripping at the poor soul's flesh until the blood gushed from the wound like a fountain of rain...



Tell me, do you believe myself to be beautiful now? Even though I am this... monster. That's right, you sad foolish humans, we do not give life but we take it. We are all animals, we do what we have to in order to survive. Yet, you still either love us and want to be us or fear us and hunt us down because you do not understand us. No, sit still and keep reading because I am about to paint you another picture...



Get their guns and rifles, get their torches and pitchforks! She had exchanged her human flesh for a beautiful ash soot colour of fur. Her icy blue eyes gazed the forest path ahead as she ran at top speed, farther and farther away from the villagers. She knew they had found her out and she feared for her life. Damn that child for being in the wrong place at the wrong time! Innocent blood had been spilt because the boy caught her off guard as she was beginning to shift. He had ran, screaming, and the instincts of the predator within her took over. The child happened to cry out her name before dying in her beast's massive jaws.



She was going to get out of town, leave that place for good the next night. She was weeping over a child she did not even recognized, but seemed to know her. She had been packing her belongings when she heard the town in an uproar. They had come for her at last, and that was when she took on the change and ran for her life. She was sorry and knew she deserved the fate that would be awaiting her if she did not escape. Her time did indeed come as the bullet flew into her rib-cage and out her stomach. She kept running even though in pain. She was not willing to die so easily, but finally a bullet seared into the back of her neck and she fell. She crawled away somewhere to hide as the villagers appeared close by, looking for her.



She was beginning to shift forms from wolf to the woman she was. She was curled into a ball, shivering naked in the autumn winds. A mist form appeared and she winced away, not knowing what to expect. The form though was not on two feet, but four. It was a great white wolf. She closed her eyes, feeling her life slip farther away, but then she felt a warm paw upon her forehead. Her eyes flew open as a radiant light surrounded her form upon the earth. It was coming from the white wolf. Before she knew it, she could breath clearly again and the pain had vanished. Was she dead? The wolf seemed to smile at her before turning his back on her and walked away into the mist.



No, she wasn't dead for in death you could feel nothing, and she did feel numbness and the cold. She stood, stretched and hearing the villagers once more, she turned away and followed the great white wolf into the mist. She had been healed and was given a second chance, or so that is the way she looked at it. She took up her wolven form and gazed at the valley below her before lifting up her head and howling in triumphant to the moon...



I begin to wonder why I even bother. Could you really understand me? Understand us just by me writing all of this? No, of course not. Silly ol' me! I have portrayed this loup-garou as the bad person, but really I have not. We all have our predator sides, most of us have yet to learn to control it. When in beast form, the wolf's instincts are all there really is when hunting. Just do not get in our way, and we will do you no harm. If you do happen to get in our way then whatever you do, do not run and show fear. I have shown you two imagines, but please... it is best if you read the following titled "Fallen" to learn alot more...