Short Bio: And so it begins.. May's tale begins at her birth, as do most tragic stories. On December 21st, two hopeless humans brought forth a baby girl. May's life was the first humans had seen in a long time, since the beginning of Mammon's wrath. Few children were born, but even fewer female babies survived. As such, her parents prepared themselves for her departure...But to their surprise, May grew into a stunning young lady. She was an answer to their prayers. With hair as light as gold, and eyes that never faltered..May was a sight to be seen. The young girl's innocence reflected what her race craved for, something not tainted by Mammon. Oh, May's life was lived as though the sun would never rise the following morning. She sang, danced, and smiled throughout any of her troubles. Such an attitude simply brightened the atmosphere. Of all the humans, May was the sole hope they had. It was the men who noticed this before anyone else. Her beauty, her voice, everything that would one day make the perfect wife. With a woman like May, the goddess Temperance was sure to bless them. Thus, the courting began. Countless fools presented her with gifts, all of which she declined. May's life was a constant adventure..But all good things must come to an end. Shortly after her 18th birthday, the human race began to slowly fade away. Sickness, war, everything was killing them off. It wasn't long until her parents joined the body count. Food became scarce, as the result of people sacrificing their finest animals. The humans, even May, knew very well that no sacrifice could save them. The tensions rose as more humans began to pass on. The women were far too old to supply anymore babies, and the men grew tired of fighting. It wouldn't be long until their race was nothing more than a legend. Until.. In the night, the remaining humans thought of a rather demented plan. Mammon must have wanted something pure, something worth dying for. The only thing they could think of was their precious May. Upon their discovery, the humans immediately carried out their plan. May was thrust from her chambers in the silence of the night and carried for what felt like miles. This must be a joke, a playful gesture. She thought, a smile dancing on her rosy lips the entire journey. But it wasn't until her blameless hues caught sight of the sacrificial table that she began to cry. The tears were silent at first, much like the fear forming in her stomach. As they laid her down, and tied her wrists and ankles..May began to plead for her life. No god would hear her. No human would pity her. This was their redemption. Their savior.
Then, there was nothing. The last images May saw before her misty eyes..was chaos. A shadow hovered over her rigid body. In his hand rested a blade, which reflected the fear stroking her youthful features. After that, she experienced nothing but pain..and sudden relaxation. Out of shame, the humans buried her. No coffin, no service. They would act as though she never existed. It was such blatant disrespect that held her soul from rest. And as such..she searched.
I've been selfish, so cruel. These promises I've been making..are all slowly falling apart. "I'm coming back!" And then I disappear again. The best I can say is that I'm sorry. It's just..
I've lost it.
I've completely lost that creativity that once inspired my writing. I feel like butter that has been spread over too much bread.. Writing just doesn't move me anymore, it hasn't for a while.
I'll get my hopes up about getting my mojo back, it always has to come back when I return to VF. But once I start writing..nothing happens. My words are dull, my descriptions fit the same mold every time.
I was special once. Or at least, I would like to believe I was. I would stare at the screen, waiting for someone to critique my work. Now, I'm the only one honest enough to say that it's simply over.
Alas, it's been long since I did anything epic to my hair. So, in honor of my permanent return to VF... Wah-lah. Inspiration goes to Des, cause she nagged me about never havin colored my hair before. >.>
One of my many faults, as a human being, is my hatred for the normal. Anything that becomes predictable to me is instantly discarded as something disgusting. I hate being able to know what someone is going to say, or expecting something to happen. Surprises, the unexpected amuse me beyond words. VampireFreaks, is my special place, when everything starts becoming predictable. The people, the cults, the writing is all so unique here. The contrast to reality is stunning. Sadly, even after logging it time after time..things begin to blend together. Plans fall apart, plot ideas slowly fade away until there's nothing to look forward to. People start saying what you knew they would, chat rooms become inactive because all the words have already been said. That's when Vixen poofs. It's a nasty habit of mine, I understand. I usually never warn a soul before suddenly vanishing, but this time it meant something special to me. On this round of my return, I became truly active, and even added to my many assortment of close friends. I cried, I laughed, and I recovered. Sadly, now it is all becoming predictable. So, my friends..I beg of you not to be upset with me if I suddenly vanish soon. It's not because I hate you, or have grown bored of you, it's simply because I know you far too well. I pray something will happen, anything, in order to persuade myself to stay. But even so, expect a return. For the time being, I'll do my best to check in every once in a while..
So, bring on the heat. Before Vixen poofs, bitches.
