Creatures of the Night
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In drop down - Default SAMPLE Orange Vial $4/5ml Cobalt Blue Bottle +12 ($16))
Beautiful lunatics of the night, creatures of the church of lunar and soil eclipse. The creatures of the night, such beautiful sweet sounds of loneliness and absent irrecoverable perished past. Such sweet sounds they make as they sing to the moon and her blue alabaster baby held high into the night.
Oh creatures of the night do not mislay the point of this existence. It is the scent of the woods, the leather of their skin, the snarl of their breath of fog into the dark damp loam of night. I know the day leads you astray in your human form but night you are of the children of the night and the creatures that walk beneath their feet.
Give me your hand and your paw and understand what it is I feel for you. I cannot become what you are and yet we are brothers of night, we are sisters against the day, we are family in this desolated quickening called time.
We can not be together and still we form a bond deeper than simple mankind. You are not our dogs to the world, you are our hounds of love and everything in between that protects us from the light of day.
In our bloodline Vampire and Lycan cannot share time together. And if this time parades us we can only but turn from one another and walk in our own directions lest we fight to the death. You may not come close to us for our feral dominion will not allow it.
Lycan know that we cannot love you. Lycan know that we are secretly analogous to you. Lycan know that the creatures of the night are the equal of children of the night because we share a moment they cannot and yet we are not equal at all.
You are the Creatures of the Night, Lycan to VA.
Ethereal woods, Fall Leaves, Leather and Fire.
Beautiful lunatics of the night, creatures of the church of lunar and soil eclipse. The creatures of the night, such beautiful sweet sounds of loneliness and absent irrecoverable perished past. Such sweet sounds they make as they sing to the moon and her blue alabaster baby held high into the night.
Oh creatures of the night do not mislay the point of this existence. It is the scent of the woods, the leather of their skin, the snarl of their breath of fog into the dark damp loam of night. I know the day leads you astray in your human form but night you are of the children of the night and the creatures that walk beneath their feet.
Give me your hand and your paw and understand what it is I feel for you. I cannot become what you are and yet we are brothers of night, we are sisters against the day, we are family in this desolated quickening called time.
We can not be together and still we form a bond deeper than simple mankind. You are not our dogs to the world, you are our hounds of love and everything in between that protects us from the light of day.
In our bloodline Vampire and Lycan cannot share time together. And if this time parades us we can only but turn from one another and walk in our own directions lest we fight to the death. You may not come close to us for our feral dominion will not allow it.
Lycan know that we cannot love you. Lycan know that we are secretly analogous to you. Lycan know that the creatures of the night are the equal of children of the night because we share a moment they cannot and yet we are not equal at all.
You are the Creatures of the Night, Lycan to VA.
Ethereal woods, Fall Leaves, Leather and Fire.
