Scabrous thoughts invade her dreams, body twitching...reality's essence buried again, graphic scenes bewitching... Her lovely countenence distorted, desperation....lovely form mantled in sparkling perspiration. Truths proven through years of contemplation...no longer yield expected wanton exhultation... Time has come to fully embrace...dark consequences, damned awful place.
Sweet youth, payment demanded...lifeblood, once accepted...no longer commanded... Instead of words casually emoted...Evil requires souls totally devoted. Serve the beast, lament deception....service ahead engenders trepidation... In souls whose anchor is desperation...now available for Dhampir's recreation.
Eternity looms, rebellious thought intrudes...remembered indulgence, meager sustainance proves... Too much for surface recitation...of ancient oaths...now lost among self-gratification. Hear me, thou easily converted....payment comes due...shallow souls perverted... Darkness reigns,light forbidden...the cost of power, no longer hidden.
This word of warning endlessly repeated... Power eludes those easily cheated.
She walks alone in darknes, disdaining sight.....perceiving worlds undiscovered, she claims the right... To wander where she will, spell caster...fatal charms arresting ...her own soul's master. Admirers, some cautious...bold ones wishing to hold her tight...impudent souls kept in a jar, by her maiden's bed at night. Some regard her as evil, others avoid her path...scurrying dwellers living here, simply don't incur her wrath.
Drawn by the moon, delicious silver light...change tingling in her bones, she wishes to run tonight. Blood images form behind her eyes, desperate cravings dark result...excitement whining through her veins, human feelings, cruel insult. Powerful sinews thickening, sliding--desire churning...changes sought and found tonight, urgent needs forever burning... Reveling in this killing form, screaming desires at the moon...passion rising by the second, savagery commencing soon.
Fleeting images urgently demanding...disires' insatiable longing commanding... Growling low she starts the game, changeling tissues exhulting...fevered lusting growing sweeter, orgasmisic ripples resulting.., As human nectar fills her mouth, locked in passion's throes...first kill tonight, not satiated---perverted carnal lusting grows. Woeful keening fills the wood, deceitful moon is gone....too quickly over, appetite not appeased---unsatisfactory dawn.
She walks alone in darkness, disdaining sight.... Revelling in sweet secrets....she knows she owns the night.
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Mhorashty
Evil bubble of perception...stinking of carrion., prurient interests...seeking favorable reception... Gentle souls as they flower, succulent dining results...causing the stalwart to falter, spitting cruel insults. Road to destruction, craving adulation.... capering, fawning...offering obscene copulation... As incentive, demanding mass destruction...gentle souls no more...rancid decay...inviting corruption.
Lovers of carrion, riding ruby eyed vultures...gleefully snickering...decimating peaceful, pastoral cultures... Disdaining sword and more honorable weapons...cruel soul eaters...shapeshifters...preferring deception. Carnal lures their armament, viscious desires...whispered in countless ears, infernal plan requires... Willing perversion of other's morality...co-operation....eager inductees are found, across every nation.
Oh soulless Mhorashty, freely walking amongst us---offered comfortable flesh lodging---festering places inside us... What gift was it, you offered during carnal embraces...evil truth to be found...in ancient graveyards...and other foul places. Brief fleeting pleasures you offered, high prices demanded---parasitical lust consummated, rampant chaos demanded... As flies among entrails, celebrating awful deception...no shortage of souls, offer adoring reception.
Beautiful Mhorashty, ancient tellers of lies... Herald anticipated return, of the Lord of Flies.
They roam the world of the mortals for unknown reasons but seem to be drawn to death like fleas to a dead corpse. They're said to wander freely between our world and the Netherworlds but more is not known. In other contexts they're also seen in connection with Etherus as creatures of lust and the sins of love although their alignment to death and destruction seems to be pre-dominant.
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