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My mother always told me I was extreme in all things. She used the analogy that I would rip off my arm if I got a paper cut. I'm not sure I like the description, but honestly, it's a truthful one.
It's not often that I trust, or love somone. It takes a bit of effort for a person to come into my circle of family. Once they are there, though, they know that my loyality would extend even through death. I don't use the word friend lightly. It's all or nothing as far as I am concerned. When someone has proven themselves worthy of my friendship it means that they are not only intelligent, compatable, loyal, trust worthy.... but something deeper inside of them, their soul perhaps, is worthy also. My friendship is not for the faint of heart. I love adventure, so my friends are invited to a world of wonder, pleasure, and experiences of a life time. Very few have ever fallen out of this circle of family, but once gone, there is nothing they can do to make amends...and my revenge will follow them through hell and high water.
As extreme as my love is, so is my hate. I do nothing half hearted. I reserve my hate for the most extreme cases because it's a flash fire, that would put the devil, and his mock attempt to create hell, to shame- boiling the skin off my enemies, and leaving nothing to salvage.
I reserve my hatred for the most extreme situations because I know there is nothing that will ever soothe it. A scorpio's wrath has no end, and forgets nothing... There's an animalistic part of my soul that craves the moment when I will face my enemies and test who is stronger. I long for the moment when I can rip out a throat and look down at the body as it chokes on it's own blood.
Word to the wise.... never come between me and the people I love. Never endanger, disrespect, or hurt those in my closest circle.
Hell would be the vacation of your dreams.
