A veil of darkness slowly lifts the frail young boys eyes, candle lit and hazy his eyes focus to no avail still wary from the sudden flurry of events,
Being a young man just turning eighteen he thought he had a grasp on all the creatures who lurk in the woods, But alas on his journey to soon be a man he was interrupted by a another creature much more majestic and violent then his young hands have ever shot a long bow at it,
Its red eyes cut straight through his soul, its shadowy form moved like a graceful knife cutting through the fresh meat of a kill, Hypnotized he a vaguely remembers the liquid ghost was on him before he could even run or scream, And next he knows he has awoken in here this dusty untouched room, like something hid between the spaces in time,
Hubris in his behavior he stands despite the rush of confusion and unknowing, And yet despite this new found bravery he feels the creatures slender forum has some how became a mist behind him silent as death,
Frozen solid with fear, lips tightened, he stands at the crossroads that lead him towards bravery only told in epic tales or tragedy that is only told in passing ghost story's.
And as if the creature could read his very thoughts the the young man feels soft and subtle hands of a what feels like the most eloquent of maidens,
Exhaustively and still a bit dizzy he turns to meet this damsels eyes, but to his utter dismay and enchantment he meets with a creature untold in beauty and unspoken of since times before man could throw a steady roof,
Long black hair dancing like ethereal fire from some dark corner of hell, Smooth pale skin like a mixture of seduction and pain, long delicate fingers that look like they could molest the very essence of his soul, And its that as he slowly looks turns into a him face is so inviting and ravaged with lust and sin is so alluring he cant help but accept the razor toothed kiss that inches towards him,
As if under a spell he ever so wrapped in this darkened angels arms know he should be in horror and panic he welcomes this strangers hold,
Feeling the gentle lips press against the nape of his neck he feels a strange arousal
deep with in places he only has known with a village girl in the twilight hours, he does not feel shame or hide it but rather looks forward to this first and possible last encounter of the such,
Being a young man just turning eighteen he thought he had a grasp on all the creatures who lurk in the woods, But alas on his journey to soon be a man he was interrupted by a another creature much more majestic and violent then his young hands have ever shot a long bow at it,
Its red eyes cut straight through his soul, its shadowy form moved like a graceful knife cutting through the fresh meat of a kill, Hypnotized he a vaguely remembers the liquid ghost was on him before he could even run or scream, And next he knows he has awoken in here this dusty untouched room, like something hid between the spaces in time,
Hubris in his behavior he stands despite the rush of confusion and unknowing, And yet despite this new found bravery he feels the creatures slender forum has some how became a mist behind him silent as death,
Frozen solid with fear, lips tightened, he stands at the crossroads that lead him towards bravery only told in epic tales or tragedy that is only told in passing ghost story's.
And as if the creature could read his very thoughts the the young man feels soft and subtle hands of a what feels like the most eloquent of maidens,
Exhaustively and still a bit dizzy he turns to meet this damsels eyes, but to his utter dismay and enchantment he meets with a creature untold in beauty and unspoken of since times before man could throw a steady roof,
Long black hair dancing like ethereal fire from some dark corner of hell, Smooth pale skin like a mixture of seduction and pain, long delicate fingers that look like they could molest the very essence of his soul, And its that as he slowly looks turns into a him face is so inviting and ravaged with lust and sin is so alluring he cant help but accept the razor toothed kiss that inches towards him,
As if under a spell he ever so wrapped in this darkened angels arms know he should be in horror and panic he welcomes this strangers hold,
Feeling the gentle lips press against the nape of his neck he feels a strange arousal
deep with in places he only has known with a village girl in the twilight hours, he does not feel shame or hide it but rather looks forward to this first and possible last encounter of the such,