To live long enough to find yourself screaming every night, long enough to see your friends betray you. For years I've been strapped unto this 'altar' of sacrifice. Now I only have three minutes and counting. I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I've always longed for. Get away, run away, fly away. I could not. Lead me to a dreamer’s hideaway, I would not. I cannot cry ’cause the heavens cry more. I cannot die for this cold world... Forgive me. I was A nightingale in a golden cage.That was me, locked inside reality's maze. I was not strong enough.

These were the last words as the Final witch fell rather than be taken as a meal for a vampire. The plan had gone untold to her as being not a meal but a test to be later a bride. The ultimate test of loyalty to his creator he was to kill the woman. but it was too late she had destroyed herself rather than be food for other immortals. But times have changed. he has been walking the lonely road of Immortality alone. Still, always searching for her, the witch in another form.

many many years later...

a book dropped suddenly as she sensed some uneasiness in the new night. the rain had began to slow to a stop as she hears wet foot steps fall. still wearing her ceremonial robes she stood and listened to the hum of voices. "Taryn..." she whispered flatly. the coven had finally come for her. all because she had wanted to leave the madness, for going against their will. grabbing the book that was her diary she ran toward the balcony and climbed down using the vines that had grown on the wall over many many years. some smaller ones broke as she scrambled down the brambles.
the coven had gotten to the top only to see her fleeing into the wood like a ghost. they followed into the dark with their blazing torches. the wet earth made each step unstable but not for Aradia who ran like a deer from the hunter. and she was the hunted.
from another's vision it looked like a radiant white light burned through the darkness, a silver-white star falling from the heavens in a incorrect angle. but it was only Aradia, running with an entrancing grace, paralyzing beauty. but she paused by a tree, clutching a book with trembling hands. her crimson hair fell in waving torrents to her elbows, unbound and wild. her eyes a vivid mixture of green and gold above the high planes of her cheekbones. he features were like a Native American... but strangely pale for a human.


((i will need someone for the male character first (i don't care who you play) and then just sign up as we go. ^ ^

I'm on here at least once a day mostly and so if there is something to reply to i will. and so let yourself just fall into the plot.))