Post by Jounin An'Ya on Aug 11, 2013 1:58:47 GMT -5
((Authors note, all text is technically in cursive))
Five hundred and Eighty nine years, has it truely been so long since I've been home... since I have seen the glory of Transylvania... I do wonder if all the mystery and beauty of my beloved home has fallen away and fallen prey to the filth and destruction of this new era. It seems as if women are nothing more then play things now, that men can have without trying... without proving themselves the way they used too.
Is this also true for my dearest home? Do the women not strive to keep themselves well mannered and beautiful anymore? Do they not keep their skirts below their ankles to ensure that the men have to try their best and show their true colors before anything else happens? Do they not insist upon respect and honor anymore? I cannot stand to think of such deplorable things happening within my home land, so I shall continue to remember it the way it was, when the women silently demanded respect from those around them and earned it with proper mannerisms and stunning dresses.
It shames me to see the state of the world now, where Vampires and other creatures are no longer feared or revered as they should be, instead they walk side by side, openly with humans. The age of mystery is truely dead and gone, and with it our Dignity. Honestly what has the world come too when you are begged to Embrace someone into the world of the night, knowing that if you do not do it, someone else will. I find it shameful that anyone could possibly consider doing such a favor for a mere, undeserving human...
Our fate used to be a gift, earned and not simply given to the next passerby who found the fleeting desire to ask... Our race used to be a thing of legends, feared, our tales whispered in the night as warnings to those who dared tread too close to our "nests". There was a time when all we had to fear was the occassional hunter, now we risk losing our sanity in this new world... Our sanity and our lives if we are not careful.
I grow tired, and my dearest Edward is growling with hunger, though th e thrill and majesty of the hunt is no more, we must do what we can.
Five hundred and Eighty nine years, has it truely been so long since I've been home... since I have seen the glory of Transylvania... I do wonder if all the mystery and beauty of my beloved home has fallen away and fallen prey to the filth and destruction of this new era. It seems as if women are nothing more then play things now, that men can have without trying... without proving themselves the way they used too.
Is this also true for my dearest home? Do the women not strive to keep themselves well mannered and beautiful anymore? Do they not keep their skirts below their ankles to ensure that the men have to try their best and show their true colors before anything else happens? Do they not insist upon respect and honor anymore? I cannot stand to think of such deplorable things happening within my home land, so I shall continue to remember it the way it was, when the women silently demanded respect from those around them and earned it with proper mannerisms and stunning dresses.
It shames me to see the state of the world now, where Vampires and other creatures are no longer feared or revered as they should be, instead they walk side by side, openly with humans. The age of mystery is truely dead and gone, and with it our Dignity. Honestly what has the world come too when you are begged to Embrace someone into the world of the night, knowing that if you do not do it, someone else will. I find it shameful that anyone could possibly consider doing such a favor for a mere, undeserving human...
Our fate used to be a gift, earned and not simply given to the next passerby who found the fleeting desire to ask... Our race used to be a thing of legends, feared, our tales whispered in the night as warnings to those who dared tread too close to our "nests". There was a time when all we had to fear was the occassional hunter, now we risk losing our sanity in this new world... Our sanity and our lives if we are not careful.
I grow tired, and my dearest Edward is growling with hunger, though th e thrill and majesty of the hunt is no more, we must do what we can.
