With no pain; id never walk the lands

The sky's painted deep russet, rose and gold. Mixed in a Tranquility of colours repainting the lands to the mornings sunset. Vapours of wisps escape the ebony chambers as the demoned brute exhaled the carbondioxide from the lungs with the little efforts of a mornful sigh.he spied the dark forms of anyone who happens to cross the darkened world; these borders. and his mind went to his inner thoughts. No emotions would scar the face of a man with no fears. No joy would spread across the formed ebony lips concealed with inner thinkings.

Moving across the virgin soil Stefan would thump the hardend ground with a steady beat across the silent lands. The drumming would echo across the landscape in the precense of him. He had come for a start of a new beginning. To sink the ivory fangs in those not worthy of a title or to breath the fine air.Flickering and dancing within the gaze were conflicting emotions that always battled in his expressive eyes. Hate, anger, bitterness, confusion and sorrow were some of the more prominent embers glowing hotly in the chips of the seas that served as his eyes.


Could anyone in this solitude world show him the gifts of love. Was any gal capably of even doing so to the ironed steel. No. It was almost impossible to bring out something that was clearly not made capable since the birth of this man. Watching time go by the day would always change. As were he. Waiting for sudden movements the muscular body would tense.