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Fair Morning to all.
I am the Sorceress Suzaunna and I welcome the opportunity to visit with you. 'Tis my hope that at the end of my visit you take away from this post, something of value.
'Tis a beautiful dawn spreading fingers of color and brilliance across the sky; a scene I never tire of. The beginning of each new day signifies many things, a new beginning; rebirth for opportunities missed or squandered; time moving forward, in which one awaits a coming event; change. Mother Nature offers up her glorious beauty; a bounty shared with all but those unable to greet the sun, if one but takes the time to stop and pay heed. 'Tis one of the few things no one individual can claim as their own, nor deny to another. And well it should be; shared, for Mother Nature plays no favorites. Her colors, sights, and scents are beyond capture, even by the most creative of artisans, though a few of the most gifted have come close. But a perfect rendering remains just out of reach.
Another of her captivating gifts is sunset. Opposing the serene birth of day, the shimmering sunset mirrors a flaming end to all that has gone before, time past; time well used, or lost; the coming of nightfall; a time for some of us to rest and reflect upon how we conducted ourselves, from dawn to dusk. But for those who walk the darkness, such beauty can only be remembered, if memory serves well; seen through the brush strokes of an artisans hand; or heard from the lips of one seeing it through their own eyes.
Aye, and sad though such a thought is to many of us, 'tis the balance of all things which helps to even things for all. By now you are wondering where my musings are leading, non? I wil tell you. When Dream Teller requested I guest-host for this day, I wracked my brain for a worthy topic which would provide insight; answer many of your e-mail requests; and at the same time, provide something of real validity. I wanted that something to be more indepth than any discussions that have gone, here, before. As you have most probably figured out by now what topic I chose, I will proceed.
Vampyres have been a part of my life from an early age, though at the time I had so little knowledge of them. As many children did then, and do now, I feared the lot of them; even as I believed them to be mythical creatures bent on destroying all in their path. 'Twas a shock when I learned how skewed (in many ways) were my views. But allow me to digress a moment.
I am a true Witch born, of the family Breaux; a family of Witches. As the last child born (late in life) to my parents, and the only female among six siblings, I was kept close in the loving bosom of my Maman and brothers. My Papa was an Outsider among us but I will save that story for another time. Suffice it to say that until the age of twelve, I was virtually clueless that Vampyres truly existed. 'Twas around that time when my sister-friend Jessica (Maman's God-child) and I were visiting with two of our girlfriends and, as girls of that age often do, we went against all that we'd been taught, and took a gamble that forever changed our lives. In the interest of time and space, I will skip all that led up to our disobedience.
The four of us were out and about, not paying any particular heed to the time, when the lateness of the hour caught up with us. We were supposed to be at one of our friend's home at that time and, as we were too far away to reach there at the designated time when Jessica and I were to be picked up, the other two girls (fearing darkness would come upon us) decided we should cut through the woods, a quicker route that would take us to the back of the house where we were supposed to be. Both Jessica and I had been warned against entering the forest, alone, but our cautions to our friends fell on deaf ears. Our friends were Outsiders and had no idea of our secret lives, and we felt responsible for their safety and so we followed them into the woods.
Again, I will fast forward this tale, in the interst of space and time. We hadn't gone far before we realized we were no' alone, though we had no sense of whom was hiding there, watching us. While the other two became frightened at the noises around us, Jessica and I tried to keep our wits about us, and steer them safely through the woods. But they paniced and began to run, in opposite directions. 'Twas intended to happen by our stalkers and thus Jessica and I were forced to split up, so each of us could go after one of the others. Long story cut short, we were easily captured by three burly men who proceeded to render us helpless, before Jessica and I could think to provide a protective spell around us. 'Twas a horrible time for the four of us; helpless girls, all of whom quickly figured out what 'twas about to happen to us.
Both Jessica and I were tied to large trees and made to watch what they did to our friends; to endure their horrible screams of pain and fear, as their bodies were raped and ravaged. We knew we would also suffer those terrible indignities and our own fears prevented us from being sane enough to send mental messages to our family for help. But help was near, though we were unaware of it. 'Twas no' near enough to save our friends lives, for our unknown champion lay beneath the earth near us; terribly wounded, forced to listen to what was taking place above ground and unable to physically assist us.
Aye, and 'twas the advent of my first knowledge of the truth of the existence of Vampyres. None other than an Ancient, a most powerful one of his Kind; the Vampyre Garth, did what he could manage at that time. He issued the mental call for help and, knowing my brothers would throw up defenses to ward off a Vampyre's powerful abilities, he allowed them to see the situation as it unfolded. He showed it to them by linking his mind with mine so they could see it through my eyes. As Garth waited for dusk to fall so he could attempt to rise to our aid until the others arrived, he made certain my brothers 'saw' our location. But he was pitifully weakened by his own wounds and it would be some time before they pin-pointed the exact location and time was running out.
With what was left of his dwindling strength, Garth managed to rise just as our captors were advancing on the last two of us. Our friends lay dead and broken; tossed aside like so much garbage, and we were left nearly devoid of our sanity. As the men approached us, Garth (unseen to them) issued a chilling growl from his hiding place, which stopped them in their tracks.They went on alert, scouring the dusk-darkening woods for the animal they feared would charge them. Another growl, panting... He kept their attention off us, even as he knew he was about to be discovered. In his weakened state he was virtually helpless against three, strong men; two of whom he knew were Witches with unknown powers of their own. He sent his voice in differing directions; held them at bay, until our brothers arrived.
'Twas a horrific fight that ensued, my brothers sparing no quarter for those who hadn't a hope of besting the lot of them; much less one of them. Jessica and I were spared; mentally shattered, but physically whole, and so was Garth. 'Twas our condition that saved him from my brothers, who would most certainly have destroyed him, without a care that it was that Vampyre who had saved us. And 'twas in the safety of my brother's (Athen) arms, as I was being gently carried away, that I caught sight of our savior. He was lying helpless beneath some bushes, near the open grave from which he'd emerged; unable to go back to ground. I sensed he was near death and as we looked into one another's eyes, I saw and felt the sadness of his coming end enveloping him. Something in me shifted, brought me to clear awareness of his plight. 'Twas the knowledge that he'd spent all left to him to save us that gave me the ability to return the favor. I quickly cloaked my thoughts from my family, cloaked the sight of him so they could no' see him through my eyes, and with every ounce of strength I could muster, I managed to gently shift him close enough to his healing place so he could roll into it and then I sent the mound of earth that had spewed open on his rising to cover him.
From that night forward I attempted mental contact with him but 'twould be six long years before I discovered he'd survived; refused to answer my pleas to hear of him. Even as he and another of his Kind, Roman (who was hand-picked by Garth for his unusual penchant for protecting females and children, of all Kinds) spent those six years watching over Jessica and me, we were unaware of their presence. To this day (both Vampyres are now part of our family) Garth has never answered to me why he waited those years before he made himself known to us. But I know the answer; eventually figured it out on my own. 'Twas the Fates who cast him and Roman into our realm and 'twas the Fates decree that they unknowing followed, to the letter.
Neither Vampyre will admit (for reasons of their own) when they came into possession of the knowledge that their paths were meant to become entwined with ours. As of this post, Garth and Jessica have been wed for near a year (aye, a Mortal Witch and an Immortal Vampyre), and Roman was virtually dragged into our midst; loved as our brother, and taken to Maman and Gregory's hearts as their son. Both are civilized individuals, and though Roman fights it tooth and nail (he is a hunter and his past experiences prevent him from being able to comfortably, completely trust mortals) he is learning to love us and accept his fate.
Too, our Roman is faced with a new challenge that has managed to turn his world upside down and inside out. Aye, our lone hunter, as shy in certain situations as he is confident and aggressive in others, has met his match. That match is in the form of a lovely (if somewhat defiant) female who landed on our doorstep, quite by accident (actually she was brought here but I will no'split hairs). To be sure, 'tis no' a match made in heaven, for neither of them is willing to give an inch in the other's direction. While we silently (for the most part) watch the fireworks going on between them (one is as obstinate and bull-headed as the other), we know what neither of them has yet figured out.
At the moment things are calm on the homefront. Roman is off performing his duties as a hunter and DiAnndra remains with us, where she is being tutored in the art of accepting her fate (something she finds difficult to accept, as she has been on her own from an early age); that of beginning a new life with no hope of returning to the old (that is a story all on it's own). But we know they will eventually come around, for (unknown to either) neither of them can successfully hide their fears for one another's safety when they are apart. Roman grudgingly leaves her in our care when duty calls, and DiAnndra grudgingly awaits his return.
DiAnndra is possessed of a dual nature (she and we only recently learned of it); the offspring of a Mortal sire, who happens to be Warlock, and a Fae mother. While she always knew she was different, she was reared without knowledge of having such a father, by a mother who was in hiding from her race and never told her daughter she was Faery, while wed to an Outsider whom DiAnndra was given to 'believe' was her father. DiAnndra's was in no way a happy childhood and she ran away from home at the age of twelve; lived on the streets of New York until such time that her destiny caught up with her. 'Tis a story that deserves to be told, as are those of Garth and Roman, and those stories are being incorporated into novels being written by none other than Dream Teller. So I will leave it at that.
Stay safe, pause to enjoy the beauty of each dawn and sunset, and open your minds to all things possible, even it some of those appear impossible. For 'tis the seemingly impossible that finds you when least expected. Fair warning, and Blessed May You Be, Suzaunna.
I am the Sorceress Suzaunna and I welcome the opportunity to visit with you. 'Tis my hope that at the end of my visit you take away from this post, something of value.
'Tis a beautiful dawn spreading fingers of color and brilliance across the sky; a scene I never tire of. The beginning of each new day signifies many things, a new beginning; rebirth for opportunities missed or squandered; time moving forward, in which one awaits a coming event; change. Mother Nature offers up her glorious beauty; a bounty shared with all but those unable to greet the sun, if one but takes the time to stop and pay heed. 'Tis one of the few things no one individual can claim as their own, nor deny to another. And well it should be; shared, for Mother Nature plays no favorites. Her colors, sights, and scents are beyond capture, even by the most creative of artisans, though a few of the most gifted have come close. But a perfect rendering remains just out of reach.
Another of her captivating gifts is sunset. Opposing the serene birth of day, the shimmering sunset mirrors a flaming end to all that has gone before, time past; time well used, or lost; the coming of nightfall; a time for some of us to rest and reflect upon how we conducted ourselves, from dawn to dusk. But for those who walk the darkness, such beauty can only be remembered, if memory serves well; seen through the brush strokes of an artisans hand; or heard from the lips of one seeing it through their own eyes.
Aye, and sad though such a thought is to many of us, 'tis the balance of all things which helps to even things for all. By now you are wondering where my musings are leading, non? I wil tell you. When Dream Teller requested I guest-host for this day, I wracked my brain for a worthy topic which would provide insight; answer many of your e-mail requests; and at the same time, provide something of real validity. I wanted that something to be more indepth than any discussions that have gone, here, before. As you have most probably figured out by now what topic I chose, I will proceed.
Vampyres have been a part of my life from an early age, though at the time I had so little knowledge of them. As many children did then, and do now, I feared the lot of them; even as I believed them to be mythical creatures bent on destroying all in their path. 'Twas a shock when I learned how skewed (in many ways) were my views. But allow me to digress a moment.
I am a true Witch born, of the family Breaux; a family of Witches. As the last child born (late in life) to my parents, and the only female among six siblings, I was kept close in the loving bosom of my Maman and brothers. My Papa was an Outsider among us but I will save that story for another time. Suffice it to say that until the age of twelve, I was virtually clueless that Vampyres truly existed. 'Twas around that time when my sister-friend Jessica (Maman's God-child) and I were visiting with two of our girlfriends and, as girls of that age often do, we went against all that we'd been taught, and took a gamble that forever changed our lives. In the interest of time and space, I will skip all that led up to our disobedience.
The four of us were out and about, not paying any particular heed to the time, when the lateness of the hour caught up with us. We were supposed to be at one of our friend's home at that time and, as we were too far away to reach there at the designated time when Jessica and I were to be picked up, the other two girls (fearing darkness would come upon us) decided we should cut through the woods, a quicker route that would take us to the back of the house where we were supposed to be. Both Jessica and I had been warned against entering the forest, alone, but our cautions to our friends fell on deaf ears. Our friends were Outsiders and had no idea of our secret lives, and we felt responsible for their safety and so we followed them into the woods.
Again, I will fast forward this tale, in the interst of space and time. We hadn't gone far before we realized we were no' alone, though we had no sense of whom was hiding there, watching us. While the other two became frightened at the noises around us, Jessica and I tried to keep our wits about us, and steer them safely through the woods. But they paniced and began to run, in opposite directions. 'Twas intended to happen by our stalkers and thus Jessica and I were forced to split up, so each of us could go after one of the others. Long story cut short, we were easily captured by three burly men who proceeded to render us helpless, before Jessica and I could think to provide a protective spell around us. 'Twas a horrible time for the four of us; helpless girls, all of whom quickly figured out what 'twas about to happen to us.
Both Jessica and I were tied to large trees and made to watch what they did to our friends; to endure their horrible screams of pain and fear, as their bodies were raped and ravaged. We knew we would also suffer those terrible indignities and our own fears prevented us from being sane enough to send mental messages to our family for help. But help was near, though we were unaware of it. 'Twas no' near enough to save our friends lives, for our unknown champion lay beneath the earth near us; terribly wounded, forced to listen to what was taking place above ground and unable to physically assist us.
Aye, and 'twas the advent of my first knowledge of the truth of the existence of Vampyres. None other than an Ancient, a most powerful one of his Kind; the Vampyre Garth, did what he could manage at that time. He issued the mental call for help and, knowing my brothers would throw up defenses to ward off a Vampyre's powerful abilities, he allowed them to see the situation as it unfolded. He showed it to them by linking his mind with mine so they could see it through my eyes. As Garth waited for dusk to fall so he could attempt to rise to our aid until the others arrived, he made certain my brothers 'saw' our location. But he was pitifully weakened by his own wounds and it would be some time before they pin-pointed the exact location and time was running out.
With what was left of his dwindling strength, Garth managed to rise just as our captors were advancing on the last two of us. Our friends lay dead and broken; tossed aside like so much garbage, and we were left nearly devoid of our sanity. As the men approached us, Garth (unseen to them) issued a chilling growl from his hiding place, which stopped them in their tracks.They went on alert, scouring the dusk-darkening woods for the animal they feared would charge them. Another growl, panting... He kept their attention off us, even as he knew he was about to be discovered. In his weakened state he was virtually helpless against three, strong men; two of whom he knew were Witches with unknown powers of their own. He sent his voice in differing directions; held them at bay, until our brothers arrived.
'Twas a horrific fight that ensued, my brothers sparing no quarter for those who hadn't a hope of besting the lot of them; much less one of them. Jessica and I were spared; mentally shattered, but physically whole, and so was Garth. 'Twas our condition that saved him from my brothers, who would most certainly have destroyed him, without a care that it was that Vampyre who had saved us. And 'twas in the safety of my brother's (Athen) arms, as I was being gently carried away, that I caught sight of our savior. He was lying helpless beneath some bushes, near the open grave from which he'd emerged; unable to go back to ground. I sensed he was near death and as we looked into one another's eyes, I saw and felt the sadness of his coming end enveloping him. Something in me shifted, brought me to clear awareness of his plight. 'Twas the knowledge that he'd spent all left to him to save us that gave me the ability to return the favor. I quickly cloaked my thoughts from my family, cloaked the sight of him so they could no' see him through my eyes, and with every ounce of strength I could muster, I managed to gently shift him close enough to his healing place so he could roll into it and then I sent the mound of earth that had spewed open on his rising to cover him.
From that night forward I attempted mental contact with him but 'twould be six long years before I discovered he'd survived; refused to answer my pleas to hear of him. Even as he and another of his Kind, Roman (who was hand-picked by Garth for his unusual penchant for protecting females and children, of all Kinds) spent those six years watching over Jessica and me, we were unaware of their presence. To this day (both Vampyres are now part of our family) Garth has never answered to me why he waited those years before he made himself known to us. But I know the answer; eventually figured it out on my own. 'Twas the Fates who cast him and Roman into our realm and 'twas the Fates decree that they unknowing followed, to the letter.
Neither Vampyre will admit (for reasons of their own) when they came into possession of the knowledge that their paths were meant to become entwined with ours. As of this post, Garth and Jessica have been wed for near a year (aye, a Mortal Witch and an Immortal Vampyre), and Roman was virtually dragged into our midst; loved as our brother, and taken to Maman and Gregory's hearts as their son. Both are civilized individuals, and though Roman fights it tooth and nail (he is a hunter and his past experiences prevent him from being able to comfortably, completely trust mortals) he is learning to love us and accept his fate.
Too, our Roman is faced with a new challenge that has managed to turn his world upside down and inside out. Aye, our lone hunter, as shy in certain situations as he is confident and aggressive in others, has met his match. That match is in the form of a lovely (if somewhat defiant) female who landed on our doorstep, quite by accident (actually she was brought here but I will no'split hairs). To be sure, 'tis no' a match made in heaven, for neither of them is willing to give an inch in the other's direction. While we silently (for the most part) watch the fireworks going on between them (one is as obstinate and bull-headed as the other), we know what neither of them has yet figured out.
At the moment things are calm on the homefront. Roman is off performing his duties as a hunter and DiAnndra remains with us, where she is being tutored in the art of accepting her fate (something she finds difficult to accept, as she has been on her own from an early age); that of beginning a new life with no hope of returning to the old (that is a story all on it's own). But we know they will eventually come around, for (unknown to either) neither of them can successfully hide their fears for one another's safety when they are apart. Roman grudgingly leaves her in our care when duty calls, and DiAnndra grudgingly awaits his return.
DiAnndra is possessed of a dual nature (she and we only recently learned of it); the offspring of a Mortal sire, who happens to be Warlock, and a Fae mother. While she always knew she was different, she was reared without knowledge of having such a father, by a mother who was in hiding from her race and never told her daughter she was Faery, while wed to an Outsider whom DiAnndra was given to 'believe' was her father. DiAnndra's was in no way a happy childhood and she ran away from home at the age of twelve; lived on the streets of New York until such time that her destiny caught up with her. 'Tis a story that deserves to be told, as are those of Garth and Roman, and those stories are being incorporated into novels being written by none other than Dream Teller. So I will leave it at that.
Stay safe, pause to enjoy the beauty of each dawn and sunset, and open your minds to all things possible, even it some of those appear impossible. For 'tis the seemingly impossible that finds you when least expected. Fair warning, and Blessed May You Be, Suzaunna.
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