In the singing, shattered midnight
By the coral sands of time
Through the bloody gates of heaven
Past the sentries in my mind |
Bring about the change so quickly
Bring about the terror's night
Bring about tbe blood of lovers
Bring about the smell of fright |
I see you watching where I walk
Through the moonlit jasmine field
Listen closely as I talk
About the stars and their lovers past |
Past fields of poppies burning bright
Into towers of Blackened Bone
Follow me, Bastard of Caine,
Come with me. I have no home. |
As I drain your life's blood sweetly
As you sigh into my warm hands
As I suck your madness neatly
Streaming down like crimson sands |
I dance the dance of the fool
And pray you find me mad
For if you lay hands upon the root
You'll know me, without illusion
And find me guilty of the truth |
Malkav's Words ~The Book Of Nod |
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[DESCRIPTION]
R.M. Renfield has a wirey build
that belies hidden strength; she stands just at five feet in
height and her weight is roughly one hundred ten pounds. Her
soft hazel eyes are wide with the hint of psychosis that is reflected
in the unemotional set of her deep-crimson lips. Her pitch hued
hair is cut short in the bangs and remains long in the back and
sides, which are pulled into lose tail that displays her curls.
Her dress is that of a lady of the night: black gown that laces
at breasts with red ribon and fastens with silver buttons just
below there; the hem of her gown is fashoined to reveal her black
net stockings and black boots; both of her hands are covered
by fingerless lace gloves. She wears an ornate tiered choker
of silver and onyx around her neck, bracelets of onyx rest around
left wrist and several of her fingers are ornamented with silver
bands that are engraved with Cainite lore. She walks with a lady's
cane that conceals a small slender bladed sword. She seems to
unemotionally disregard the fact that mortals are anxious and
ill at ease in her presence due to their unconscious awareness
of her undead nature; this reaction to her presence is coupled
with a physical occurence of hers that even disturbs other Cainites:
her cheeks are streaked from the blood that constantly seeps
from her eyesockets.
Once upon a Time, there were seven
blind bats. Or 13... I forget. Anyway, thert were a bit hungry
for fresh blood, because they were Vampire Blind Bats, so they
looked around for something to bite. Except they couldn't look
around, as they were blind, which you should have realized already.
But their unerringly keen senses
of smell led them to a plump, juicy, blood-filled elephant -
which in this story stands for all of reality. Got it?
The Gangrel bat bumped into the
tail and said, "Aha! This elephant is really a twitching
animal! That is what I shall become!"
The Brujah broke his fangs trying
to bite the hoof and said, "Aha! The elephant is like a
hard, stony, insensate pestle that crushes all beneath it with
pitiless abandon! That is what I shall become!"
The Nosferatu flew into the elephant's
butt and said, "Aha! The elephant is really a wrinkled,
stinky, puckered, desiccated mass that lives in a dank cave!
That is what I shall become!"
The Tremere bit the head and said,
"Aha! The elephant is really a puny little brain struggling
to control a vast and powerful body! That is what I shall become!"
The Ventrue felt the legs and said,
"Aha!The elephant is really a powerful, upstanding pillar
that can bear all weight with strength, bt with very little suppleness
or resilience! That is what I shall become!"
The Toreador felt the trunk and
mouth and said, "Aha! The elephant is really a great, firm
shaft or a warm, moist hole! That is what I shall become!"
And the Malkavian bat, blinder
than all the rest, swooped down and managed to miss the entire
elephant. "Aha!" said the benighted Malkavian, as it
flapped past. "The others are making a huge fuss over an
elephant that is really a big lot of nothing! Well, that is what
I shall become!"
And so, I say unto you, flap on! |
" Behold my most most foolish childe,
who claims madness for his
pleasure.
Let him become mad in truth, so
that all may fear his company. " |
"Another was called Madness, and
as it struck the earth
I saw each gripped in fever
And those things in their blood
which were darkest
Gained in power a thousandfol
Until all human nature was
drowned
Each by his own curse, each washed
clean in his own blood." |
Excerpts ~ The Erciyes Fragments |
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