Nekyia's Threshold

Sunday, November 18, 2007

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Lactation, Lepers, and Lust
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(April 25, 2007)EVERYBODY IN THAT IMAGE IS WEARING A HAT - NEXT TIME YOU FEEL LIKE KICKING AN INNOCENT SOUL OUT OF A MANMADE HOUSE OF GOD FOR HAVING A HAT ON - THINK OF THIS ICONOCLASTIC IMAGE. JUST THINK!Xander says:why not my way, sweetheart?Sylara says:because I'm in chargeXander says:what if I put a leash on you?Sylara says:you may call me Dark Mistress of the Night OR Miss PrissySylara says:ever had a lactating woman squeeze her breasts to see how far she could shoot milk?Sylara says:man, I was amazedXander says:no, but I want to seeSylara says:well tough, I'm not having any more babies so no more lactating for meSylara says:make a note of it for your future mother of your childSylara says:my studySylara says:WHAT picture inspires what Sylara says:right now I have my rat in my mouth upSylara says:and its the first time I got the idiot christians on my assSylara says:and I don't mean christianity is idioticSylara says:I mean there are STUPID judgemental sub par humans that think they're displaying christianity - instead its really nothing more than what you could find in the KKK.It makes me laugh; sadly - and realize how free we truly are. God lets us make our choices, and he doesn't stop even those that turn away the ones they think are not worthy.Sylara says:so rats in mouth apparently harkens back to "vermin" and I imagine they kill the bats in their yards too.I'll tell you the kind of people I will never be - the kind of people that gather online in a "jesus" room, and then when I came in and asked them some questions they rebuked meSylara says:you ever been "rebuked"?Xander says:noSylara says:as in you're a demon and their souls are in peril? And all because I wanted to start a dialogue and see if they knew the truth and not the rote. Have they taken their faith and applied it to life? Or are they just happy to pat each other on the back and say how GOOD they are...Xander says:they're happy to pat each other's backSylara says:jesus patted lepers whores thieves and murderers Sylara says:who the hell are they reading that they think thats WJWD?Sylara says:HUH?Sylara says:I truly almost could spit on some people and thats not very nice of me. I should consider them spiritual lepers and hand them their conscience when it rots and falls off.Sylara says:from my shoutbox"oh well find a church it might help you"Sylara says:I can find a church made by God in the forest behind my house,in the stone in the dirt,in my mind is the best.Sylara says:so on christmas eve a few years ago my whole family goes to church, which includes an ex husband a current husband and my kids - all of us working together to make life loving.My ex never went to church, didn't want to be involved but he went that christmas eve for the sake of our family unity and some old fucking reject -a pillar of the church of idiocy "AMEN FUCKHEADS"Sylara says:and so it be, and so it be, and so it beSylara says:actually came up to him, as he sat with us, his family, in the house of god that man builtand told him, "If you don't take off your hat now I want you to leave immediately".So my poor ex, who is a YOUNG man from a time that doesn't even follow the HAT RULES,gets told in a MEAN voiceSylara says:I was there, I heard itSylara says:that he would be tossed out of a church for a stupid fucking ass etiquette faux pasSylara says:feel the loveSylara says:feel that old time religion?Xander says:*massages your back a little deeper*Sylara says:did you know that the mental practice of those sensations is almost as beneficial as the reality of the touch? Minds are powerful.Xander says:can you feel the massage itself?Sylara says:yes, it makes warmth and relaxation follow- maybe because I know what the feeling is, and muscle memory kicks in.Xander says:maybe, or you have a very good imagination that can feel.Sylara says:I do, yesSylara says:yes I like to talk during sex Sylara says:and I like to take note of what opens up my reticence. Apparently getting pissed off at idiots makes me horny.Good thing I mostly love the world or I'd be a nympho.Sylara says:this calls for a blogSylara says:the sexual response to rigid rulesSylara says:oh lyrics - coming upSylara says:type o negativeSylara says:A cross upon her bedroom wall From grace she will fall An image burning in her mind And between her thighs Before him beg to serve or please On your back or knees There's no forgiveness for her sins Prefers punishment ? Would you suffer eternally Or internally ? She'd like to know God love God Feel her God Inside of her - deep inside of her Sylara says:its a good songSylara says:Type O Negative - Christian WomanSylara says:sexual response to rigid rules = meSylara says:my god I am sooooo riled upSylara says:Idle hands may be the devil's work Unbridled minds you see are so much worse Don't be afraid as she pulled down the shade Said there's nothing to fear but the monster is here Sylara says:do you mind if I post some of this chat in my blog?Sylara says:I want to see if I can get rebuked againSylara says:it makes my fangs growand the black hearted hypocrites fallSylara says:and riseSylara says:for me

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Ensaneti's Song

Death Dance - Featuring "ENSANETI'S SONG"
(for Nosferatu aka Zack)
Written by Nekyia...from the heart of Monica

The tavern door blew open, the night rushed in, while the candles and smoking oil lamps blew out. The expected cries of surprise from the patrons of Dragon Court were curiously absent, the silence heavy and deep, thick with magicks and rituals yet to come. A sinuous current of air moved towards the stage, unseen in the darkness, yet felt. Fleetwood managed to strike a spark from a piece of flint and light the candle on the table nearest the stage. A word of command punctured the unnatural stillness. The single candle's flickering light grew into a halo that bathed the stage in amber and shadows.

"Illuminae!"

The blood red of her eyes fed the candle's feeble flame.

Standing on the stage was stark contrast in color and affiliation. White skin of a vampire queen, black hair spilling down a gown as black as the hair, red lips, parted, revealing a glint of a white fangtip, red eyes glowing upon the man standing before her. He too, was a contrast in color. White robes of the clergy, red face filled with fury. Her blood red eyes glowed with the knowledge of the blackness of his heart and mind.

"You, Priory, have been given the gift of life, yet death rolls from you as surely as maggots from the rotting eyeballs of the unloved and unwanted waifs that you allow to starve in the coldness of winter because they're not of your faith, fall to your judgements, and become your ultimate sin. I forgive you. I will take you unto me. Into me. Under my will for eternity. This is my talent, my gift."

She turned and smiled into the darkness beyond the halo of light. Long fangs somehow dainty against the curve of her lips.

"I do this for you, my lovers of life, my singers of songs, my dancers of dances, my tellers of jokes. I do this for me. Death comes, mostly, to all. Cross the threshold knowing you lived while you could, having done your part to banish the evil that Priory - in his narrow minded, mean spirited, blasphemic twistings of a covenant of life and love - represents."

Turning back to Priory, the shadows burned around the red faced man, he was stiff with rage, with powerless, impotent desires to flee or fight the sensations washing over him as she began to whisper a ritual unknown to him, forever part of her. The syllables had a taste the onlookers swallowed.

"Stygian darkness, blood tinged light,
night eternal, without fright,
Abyss opens, power surges,
Life and Death within you merges.
There is no end to this beginning,
No descent to halt ascension,
expanding senses, swollen cravings,
rising tides, released from tension.
Follow me, kneel down and stay,
listen to the words I say,
your life is mine, your death is yours,
accept my death gift, and life shall pour from you for an eternity,
in my embrace escape, be free,
the shrouds shall part and you will see,
all things that now are mystery.
Come to me now, feel my yearning,
hunger deep within me churning, burning,
the birth of unchained minds and souls,
flying,
crying out with gentle screams of escaping dreams
turned nightmares,
stalking your breathing world of limits.
Finish it.
Destroy the fear that holds you captive,
a willful prisoner is still a slave,
give up your will to me this day,
this night,
this very hour.
Devour,
Empower, Me."

Priory had relaxed as her words flowed through the room, and him. He watched her with hunger exposed. Dark as his heart, as full as his soul was empty. She tilted her head, questioning.

"Visne saltare?" (Do you want to dance?)

She pulled him, unresisting, into her arms. The black of her gown's flowing sleeves draped the white of his clergy robes, the red of her lips dipped close to his ear. They danced, swaying to a music unheard by the others, though Fleetwood looked down to find his finger tracing slow patterns in the air in time to the graceful steps of the dancers
.
"Da mihi basilia mille..." (kiss me with a thousand kisses)

He trembled, raising her pale white hand to his lips. They danced on, turning slowing upon the stage. White cloth, then black gown, then faster, and faster, casting lingering shadows of grey on the eyes of the silent watchers.

"Amor est vitae essentia!" (love is the essence of life)

"Sanguis est vitae essentia!" (blood is the essence of life)

Priory fell to his knees, trembling, sweating hands raised to cover his face. She pulled his head back, gently.

"Eram quod es, eris quod sum." (I was what you are, you will be what I am.)

Leaning into him, she arched his neck back, until it was taut - the jugular pulsing thickly for all to see. He sighed.

"Esto perpetue..." (may you last forever)

She gave him the first bit of wisdom he would need as her eager accolyte.

"Nox praesidium nostri." (the night is our protection.)

She struck. Gleaming fangs delicately slipped into the flowing river of life undeserved. A fine shower of blood droplets spurted from the punctures, spattering her face with a lacy pattern. She pulled him tightly against her mouth and ravaging lips. As he grew paler, she glowed with a stolen life, a foresaken life. Gasping a final breath of required air, he went limp and fell back upon the stage. Released. Lifeless eyes turning on a rolling head to gaze unseeing at the stunned crowd.

"Consummatum est!" (It is done!)

Bowing low, she laughed. Blood trickling down her neck.

"All together now... on the count of five, yell "RISE!"."

Her laughter continued unabated, interspersing her countdown, which was joined - after a hardening glance from the instigator at the silent witnesses - by the participants of Dragon Court's soon to be infamous Yserbian Idol contest.

"5!"
"4!"
"3!"
"2!"

Ensaneti held up a commanding hand, as she gave the corpse of Priory a hearty kick.

"1 and 1/2!"

Priory stirred, Ensaneti beamed, the crowd leaned forward.

"1!"

"RISE!!!!!"

Her hand wove a simple tornado of motion through the air, Priory screamed, and rose to his feet, limbs rigid. She laughed. And laughed. And laughed. The force of her laughter moved like a stormfront from the stage and banished the halo of flame in its force. Somebody moaned in a resurgance of fear. Fleetwood swore, dropped his flint, hit his head under the table, retrieved it, and struck a spark to the stub of a candle.
The stage was empty of all but a small glistening drop of the spilled blood of the unworthy.

...Ensaneti... Stygian darkness, blood tinged light, night eternal, without fright, Abyss opens, power surges, Life and Death within you merges

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Ensaneti's Song