Love at First Bite[ Private ]
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				Title: <strong>Love at First Bite[ Private ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CypressVenom</strong> on <strong>23-11-2005, 03:41:53</strong>
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				The sun was no longer high over the horizon and it was no longer white. The beach, the ocean, the sky, everything seemed altered with a pervading reddishness, glit and bronzed and made to glow.<br><br>James looked down at his arms, at his legs. They too were golden now, although he had not been out here often this season to have a real tan, it was the light, and he liked it. He like the way his muscles went, from the shoulder down to the elbow, tapering there and flaring out again on the forearm, coming together at the wrist. James was strong, he was built the way he wanted to be, and he was young. <br><br>And all this just isn’t going to last, it occurred to him. He didn’t know why the thoughts of mortality and impermanence had intruded upon him so often lately. Was it any wonder then that when James started thinking of aging, of dying, that he thought of his skin and muscles, of his entire body, as it would be someday, weak, devastated, destroyed? He let his arms sink into the fine sand on either side of him. Now he could only see sky, only the immense, dizzying depth of the evening blue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love at First Bite[ Private ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AutumnFury</strong> on <strong>23-11-2005, 03:43:10</strong>
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				Things never lasted; night, day, youth, life in general. All faded away for the greater purpose of mankind. What would the world be if every tom, dick and harry lived much longer than the standard alotted amount of time? Without murders, suicide and old age, the world would be an overpopulated place; full of disease and mistrust.<br><br>Although, /she/ would not be the one to tell James that. No, all James was at this point was a spec against the tidy sands. The female watched the sky from the top of a tidy little knoll, wondering to herself as the sun set fully into the horizon and lady moon was allowed to wander free once more. She was the prizoner of the sun after all, just like the children of the night were said to be prizoners of the stars. It wasn't true of course, but only said to allow mortals that piece of sanity while they were awake during the day.<br><br>Holly finally stood, wiping the clinging particals off of her bottom before making her way slowly towards the water. Such a beautiful time, night was, leaving the beach deserted of mortals that generally liked to be out during the day. Really, she was wrong -- There were such thing as the night dwelling mortals, those that seemed nocturnal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love at First Bite[ Private ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CypressVenom</strong> on <strong>23-11-2005, 03:43:45</strong>
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				The sound of sand grinding beneath supple feet, thought faint, was still noticed by James, as he adjusted his gaze to watch the ever so lithe woman, make her way to the waters edge. They were the only two who had taken refuge on the beach that night, and it was peaceful. No screaming children, no upset parents. And the evening was nice since for once there were no inebriated teenagers running around. <br><br>A natural reaction to this was either sleep or skinny dipping, but tonight he chose neither. Sitting up and leaning on his elbows, James took in a deep and heavy breath. Night was his new friend, even in a mortal state, he preferred it to the blinding rays of the afternoon sun, though they did give him an almost god like tan. Hazel eyes and black hair were blotted out like they were non-existent in the light of the ever gaining night. <br><br>He stood, drawing up sand with him, grains falling off the backs of his legs and shoulders. Even in the night, the tan he had was still slightly visible, and the aura around him shone with an almost ebony sheen. Everyday, he only wished that he could stay this way, and remain in the beautiful light of the moon. Immortality was his dream. But the way things were going, immortality was /only/ a dream. He was born to the night, but only in his mind, otherwise he was just food, there for the immortal beings to feed on, and the earth to use as a fertilizer when the day his body decomposed. Reaching down he picked up his clothes, pulling on his pants, he remained shirtless, as he walked down the beach, to come in-line with Holly as she walked to the water.<br>
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