Daimon Shade• Show poetry

• Last seen on Jun 15 11:35 PM. Member since November 27, 2006.
• I'm a topaz horse poet for 12 comments.
• I am a man from Ohio (United States)
• I am in the groups Angelic RPers, Black Book, Clapsholas Speir Inis, House of Etharius, Sin City, The Archive, The Darktree Clan, The Hitchhikers A to Z Guide to Races, The Kingdom Of Vashan, The Kingdom of SaLO, The Maryian Dynasty, Theres Something Sexy About the Rain
• I have 12 comments, 12 poems

My Poetry

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  I love you totally
  so for you I made a story

  37 lines, 1 comment, March 8
• Etharan Random

  (this isn't 'canon' i think its called, not yet. Just need to throw this up))
  

  3 lines, February 11. In Fantasy, Personal, Society
• ? ?

  I have felt love, I have felt its burn
  I have let it go by, I have wasted

  25 lines, 1 comment, February 11
• ?

  I have to block out thoughts of you
  so I don't lose my head

  15 lines, February 11. In Personal, Sad

Guest Book

• Mistress Kathriana on February 27

  The huntress' eyes grow darker as he spoke of the pleasures of the flesh. But before she spoke, her tongue darted out to wet her lips. A shiver took her whole body and made it quiver slowly but noticeably. "Well, Peter Pan, I'd say it is 'perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls'." She quoted rather synically. "But for such a love of them, you mean to tell me you're a..." She smiled and let out a small laugh. "A casanova of our time? A...player?" The thin brows drew down carefully towards her glowing amtheyst eyes. "Take care with how you treat us, Sire Daimon, we bite back. Though I'm sure this is not your intention, it is merely the way your words rippled out and the very fibers of my being that doesn't allow me to trust men." Something dark stirred within her, her aura shaking a little unsettled-like. Her hands came up to rub over her arms slowly, as if she were cold. Then, her voice trailed off as if in a memory, and by the tell tale paleness to the amethyst, it was a bad one. "None of you are what you appear to be."
  
  She shook her head and rested her hands at her slim hips stubbornly. "Now, as to your love for our bodies and your instinctual fascination for us entirely...I believe you will have much fun with Kathriana. But, I must admit that I am so very anxious for our role play-and wish to begin it if that is to your liking. I'm anxious to see what your character has to offer for further development of mine." She waved a welcoming hand out. "Shall we begin?"
• Mistress Kathriana on February 26

  She quirked a thin brow at him, her grin wider. "Why do you love women so much? I must ask."
• Mistress Kathriana on February 26

  She laughed lightly. "Bisexual? what an odd question to ask, though with what knowledge I already hold of men and the way their minds work I assume I'm correct as to why you would ask such a thing. No, I am straightforward for men. Though I don't date as to what knowledge has come forward about 'love' in the past." Her lips quirked slightly at the right side of her mouth, her signature smirk.
  
  "Biological vampires aren't my specialty, but I am capable of such. I recently began a story about a government organization called B.O.N.E.S, slightly based off of the film I Am Legend." A small pout took her bottom lip before she waved it off, looking dissatisfied. "Well, damn, I was so hoping you'd fall for the number bit. You can always tell what kind of person some one is by asking odd questions or offering something of...interest to the male side of the gene pool. Too bad you're still after the chivalrous outlook. I will warn you though, it has died over time."
  
  The huntress stood and sat on the arm of the throne instead, "I will look into joining the House of Etharius, it sounds like something that may be for me. Now, I do agree about the beginning of our role play. And I am so very anxious now that I've gotten to know more of your writing and direction. What do you say we jump in? Or, shall we plan ahead a bit? Whatever you like I can work with." Her fingers twitched at her side anxiously.
• Mistress Kathriana on February 25

  Kathriana stared blankly at him. "First off, I may be able to write like I am up at your level at times, but I am utterly confused. Please, do you think you could explain your realm and such in simpler terms? The avatars and such?"
  
  She uncrossed her legs and slid them to rest on the opposite arm of the throne she sat on, crossed again, her hand playing in the curtain of dark hair. "So, you love women, that much I understand." She laughed sweetly though the laughter had a taint of mischieviousness to it. "Mm, lust, yes....details in romance stories I have, and use often and all the time in my novels. Gore, wonderful, I use it often as well." She smiled wider at him, intending to stir trouble. "I'll warn you, Lord Damion, I intend to start trouble with you."
  
  "Now," She got up and circled the room again, "the realm is earth, but nothing that actually happened in our timeline. More of an alternate version. When villages were made of lower class people and dressed almost in the black death age. They still write on parchment with quills and ink, there are pistols, always swards and such, magick, men dressed in jerkens, vests, trench coats and such. Most women dressed in dresses of the victorian era. That sort of thing. There are taverns, lots of forests, mountain ranges, manors, lycans, vampires, shapeshifters, gypsies, anything and everything you like. But there is a distinct war between vampires and werewolves, and Kathriana is in the middle though she doesn't pick sides. If you know her character bio, you'd understand. She's a wolf and wolves are very...lustful, mostly all the time but especially during the full moon. They mate like crazy so the romance is a must have in my novels." She smiled with a laugh and handed him a parchment, a number scrawled across it. "Perhaps we could chat on the phone some time. I trust you...enough."

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