It is as if a Blackwind has blown me in from the void that has consumed me for so long, sweeping me into the loving arms of Darkness once again.
And I embrace Him willingly.
Lucidity is not my fashion- I am constant in the realm of dreams and magick, music and the sweet sounds of my blade scraping against the bones of my enemies. You will see elements of girlish glee whether it be at the sight of a red dragonfly buzzing around me or the feel of blood between my toes on this battlefield I rage upon. Both bring me equal peace, equal joy.
And the Blackwind? He is like a velvet cloak of desire draped over my shoulders- an old friend and battle mate- I have always known his sword was mine, though until now I have been loathe to call upon it.
Did not expect him to be there after so long- after they way we ended. Yet he was- unquestioning, needing no explination or words, and when he cloaked me in his Darkness I felt his strength flow through me and I was renewed. My chi lifted through the veil that had kept me at bay for so long and I was revived, released....
And ready for battle once more.
As for my enemy? Ah, the anger is still there- cold, palatable, tasting like bitter wasted wine.
Yet I do not waste too much energy on that- with so much to do- so much remodeling to achieve- not enough time.
*looking at skirt in closet* pink and paisley? Lilli-girl what WERE you thinking?
And the hair? Where's the Rogue streaks? tsk tsk.
Complacent we have become- too eager to please those we thought might accept us- so to go forward we must go back- dig from the ashes that which we held dear and give them a good dusting off. Polish the rough edges, facet the raw stuff and make it glitter like the dew on a black rose in autumn.
And the whole agreeing with everything with a dutiful nod so we can keep the peace? Get used to being told what's up with no regret or remorse, raw and unchecked, real and in living color.
Solidly I stand alone- but there at my call is a blade I know to be true and tested, one that I had almost laid to rest permenately, yet which Fate decided to grant me use of once again.
From the dawn of time We came, moving silently down through the centuries, living many secret lives, struggling reach the Time of the Gathering, when the few who remain will battle to the last.
No one has ever known We were among you....
.... until now.
Bring it on....
