Now, who is Syris Wolfbane? A man. He is a man, shrouded in over-expanded fantasy. He is elevated to a point of climatic esteem and held fast to it. Of the stereotypical persona of general night-childer, he is, without further inquiry, the black sheep of the whole scourge. The wolve amongst the felines, the fury within the placidity. An ultimate and indubitable epitamy; the ideal for the war-lord. He was the mascot for the honorable killer. Emerald eye's which have seen the rise of grand empires to their debauched destruction. What classical pieces of olden artisty might rekindle aristocracy's poetic lamentation, he would simple credit with no more than the rich exerting vanity 'pon the peasant. The wild-man's accomplice to traverse the wood; the hands which slay the rabid bear. Within each blade of grass is more than a duplicate of each of the world; no, each is singular, each is a vivid tale of war. Each is a bard of ancestry; every one silent humms an entrancing rhythm. 'Neath his modernized tranquility, one may easily encounter the heart, still beating, of a brute. A masochist at his best, and a slave to the velvety caress of pleasure. Gaze into the eyes of a monster, but encounter none. Gaze into the eyes of Wolfbane, and find a legend untold.

In a night dark and dreary a howling wind foreshadows events untold; a unity predicted by the stars. And by this morbid silence broken by a single word -
"Greetings..."

What other events that transpired this night lack in relevancy, for we are here to detail the love linking these two creatures; not their history. Conjoined by what some would call an unholy unison - yet its merely an over piercing of cupids arrows; a barrage of love between the two one could say. These two childer of different worlds, childer of different lifetimes brought together by a fate that would leave both marred for an eternity. Within each prior to the encounter which would accompany them for the rest of their longevity; there was a deep subtle sense of incompletion – a frustrating longing. Whilst they may have been ignorant of such affliction it did dwell within the void chasms occupying rather notable portions of their personas. For you see we are all divided into two individual beings – one is key to the other; and vice versa. While this unity may be shunned or looked down upon, it is indubitably the ultimate commitment – the predestined consort. And here lies the universal example – the two finding each other after a two millennium gap; one may have been born prior to the other, yet in truth they simply awaited their arrival.
In the circumstances of Syris and Nessity, one can only describe it was destined...a relevant unity; a necessary love. Why is there intimacy of such great importance? Why have they acquired a new classification to detail their dark romance? They are truest lovers. A vigilance prevails with them, an un-resting sense of pride and duty. No endeavor or test shall cause their loyalties to diminish and no erosion would be capable of occurring. Of mortal love, it withers. Perhaps not the love between the two, but the life force each possesses. They shall die, and that love will become a distorted memory of their loved ones whom may, or may not, choose to preserve it. Yes, it could be so great as to become a love-tale passed onto the generations. However, this love - this intimacy, romance, love, endearment... matrimony; whatever words must be used in proper detailing, for these two, it is endless. The love of mortality is like a flickering candle; with enough shielding, the wind shall never extinguish it. Immortal love... immortal love last's forever. It never dies, never extinguishes, 'less the individuals desire it so. In this particular case such an occurance should never happen - an eternal bond they share; only to be parted if one were to ever meet their demise, and even still their essence would go on loving.

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Nessity N. Vespire

Contorted sanity in its purest form; seemingly unstable to some yet wise and nurturing to others whom she deems worthy of her affections. The perfect example of that thin line between genius and insanity - which she leans more toward lies untold to this day. Nessity isn't your average blood thirsty child of the night by any means - no, she's far more 'refined' than that. A mother to many, a sire to few - she plays the role of guardian well yet from time to time she finds herself in the position of the one being guarded. An uncanny love of children and all things deemed to be truly innocent and a hate for all things that have no excuse for their ignorance. Properly mannered and well behaved to a fault; alluring and seductive - a temptress of fool hearted lust; masochistic and sadistic to the point of pure madness. Withdrawn, reclusive, judgmental, and stern towards the unknown - though within the stone walls of her home, amongst those she holds dearest to her it is likely that you'd not find a kinder essence. Constantly engaged in inner conflict, a desire to embrace and slaughter those whom come against her has given her a short fuse along with the inclination to sporadically assault the unknowing. Fluctuating moods giving the illusion of schizophrenia however within this fragile shell rests a singular beast, and the persona in which it uses to coexist with others. She is simply Nessity Nur’ell Vespire and no one creature could compare to all that thrives within her mind...