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The first thing I'd like to say in this set of replies to you all is this: If I skip over your name, or your questions or comments, don't take it so personally. I'm really getting weary of the "I hope I didn't offend you" line. Just last night I said to Louis, "Don't you think that I do a pretty obvious job of letting people know when they've 'offended' me?", and he agreed that I did. You'll agree too if you ever fall victim to a dressing down from my lips. I have an abundance of thins to do aside from sitting here answering you all, so if I miss one or two of you in the process, don't bother about it. If your questions or comments aren't critical, let them go, or ask me again. You could ask me in chat when I'm there, and despite what some critical people want to say about chat, I'm there a fair amount of time, sometimes alone and sometimes with Louis. I will answer here or there, I will answer anywhere. Kudos to Dr. Seuss hm?
Now, on to the answers: Silent One You said: And forgive me too for being so incredibly blind! I did not read the above posts from you. You obviously have been a very busy immortal. Forgive the mere mortal. I forget that you often go off without any warning to Paris, or somewhere else just as extravagant! It's not that I go off without warning, it's that I don't feel I have to give my itinerary to anyone. That freedom is something I'll never give up. If I'm here then I am, if not then I guess it's all the more mystery for you all to wonder about. I move about in the night like any mortal soul might, but with so many more agendas and passions, you can't expect me to tell them all. ShadowWalker, Well I don't' know if it was exactly mischievous or not but if you want to read about the adventure I had in New York recently it is on my pages. Yes, yes, I know… I need to update it, and give you all the scoop on what happened in the end. I will, sooner or later. Maybe as a Christmas present for you all, what do you think? Of course by then you'll have other things to read I'm sure. Nice to speak with you shadow, and welcome to Minuo. Morose, Wouldn't it make you wonder then, just how long any given Immortal's shelves could grow to be? Catalogued regrets, is that it? Well, if I sat and thought, I'll net that I could at least fill one small shelf. It's a funny thing though, for what I might regret leads into an event that factors in other people. Does that make sense the way I said it? What part of the event I regret, might have led to a change that one of the other parties does not regret. How then, could I regret it, if it has led to some happiness or profitable circumstance for another? I believe in fate, and things having their purpose and time. As for Lucifer sitting down next to me in a coffee shop, well, I had my little brush with him, I'm sure you'll recall, and even after all of that I don't think I'd surrender or ask for a thing to regain what mortals conceive as a 'soul'. I'm enjoying what I am, at least for the time being. If, in another century you ask me such a thing, my answer might be different, but for now, I think I have more than enough soul to make me vulnerable, or compassionate, or whatever a soul makes you into. The other half of me that is essentially soul-less, well, that is what allows me to survive those regrets, n'est ce pas? Elena, So horrible, that my answers disappoint you. Perhaps in advance you should write what it is you'd like me to say in my replies. It is true that mortals often forget what it is we are. In this day and age it is so remarkably easy to move in the mortal world for us, that passing as one is no trouble at all. With that, and with our heightened senses, certainly, our emotions and perceptions, it would be easy to forget that we are essentially, killing machines. It is what we exist for and have existed for since ancient times. The blood, though we grow older and require it less, will always be what sustains our kind. Whether it is taken in little drinks, long, seductive draughts, or through savage shredding, it is what we crave, what we would die for, and in the end, what you all will die for. It could have been much worse than it is today. There was a time, think, from the asinine movie, when I was a King of our kind. Oh the carnage that was wrought then. Can I say in some way that I didn't love each drop of blood that passed over my lips, or each beating heart I held in my hand, laughing as it ceased it's rhythm? No. Wrong as it was, and though the inevitable end came, I will never say I didn't revel in the nights I had with her. But I'm sure I'm digressing from your questions again, aren't I? What I'm reminding you, and everyone is: Don't forget. Don't forget who I am, where I have been and the things I've seen and done that would destroy your sanity if you could live through the events in a montage of memories through my eyes. Love me if you dare Elena. Let your child-like naivety stand firm. I like stubborn girls, don't you remember? But when I don't satisfy you, or when I show my nature, my arrogance and my temper, do not hold it against me any more than you do my wit, my charm and my bravado. Forsaken,
You say: This is an example of a comment I'd usually pass over, which leads people then to say I've ignored them. My remarks about that were really rhetorical, and needed no commentary. I'm not yelling at you either, so don't sulk. As for your questions, if you're too shy to ask them on the forum, you might never learn what it is you want to know, and I can tell you're an inquisitive girl. You can ask me.. I won't tell you they're stupid questions. |