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[color=#5c6b64]† . . . [i]An Endless Night[/i] . . . †[/color]
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[color=#5c6b64][i]A slow fire crackled in the wake of the woods, a hidden clearing, a parting of trees, bound in mystery, lacquered in the salt of a young man with horns on his head and a dark, forbidden desire; of lust, and longing, and the consequence of his fate.

To some, he was Lucifer. To others, he was a monster. He was the forlorn, forgotten Prince of a dying dynasty. His name lost to the annals of time. He could not be found by mortals, unless he needed to feed. And when his face appeared in their nightmares, they wished only to forget.

There is a saying in the Crossroads: "To wander into the woods is to sacrifice thine self to the will of the Gods." Some say he shelters lonely travellers. Other say he feasts upon everything that binds them. He is unknown; an anomaly. His marks, hidden all about the forest in the form of wooden statues resembling beautiful animals. Deers and doe, songbirds and the occasional barn owl. He leaves his song everywhere he goes. His poetry written in leaves. In truth: he rests in a den of fur and musk, coiled like a serpent, staring out through blackened eyes from sleepless nights dreaming of the lover he was fated to marry; a dowry given; the betrayal that happened; the killing of his mother, and the obscuring of his father. Love. Love is the key of his resurrection, yet he has lost all hope in fate.

I ask you now: will you bring alive his vicious story and stroke the lips of the monster? Will you look up into his eyes and see the horror and the vulnerability that threatens to wake? Will you tempt his passion, kiss his horns, and feel his claws upon you? Or will you die a sweet death to the thought of his peril...[/i][/color]

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