[ᴜᴀʀ] ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟʏsɪᴜᴍ sᴘɪʀᴀʟ

Lao'Taun: Space; for most it was the unlimited frontier, the medium between planets, between star systems between spirals. It was a cold, ever changing expanse that brought fortune upon those strategic and ambitious enough to cease it. It was a coffin for trillions who had fallen short of victory. Four Spirals occupied... Thirteen Military Arms...The Umarian Astral Raquamothla had conquered some of the greatest space faring nations to have ever risen. It was just the beginning, a mere step within the path that had been the vision of Lao'Taun. The weak fell, and the strong prevailed and the celestial symphonic resounded through all of creation with their tales.

Some endeavors of the nation grew of things greater than victory, and it was upon that premise that the UAR once more sat upon the boundaries of the Elysium Spiral. A journey which had now come to this sordid place once more brought forth the knock upon the door which beheld a greater force which had been used before; it was a signal, a specialized and obvious declaration of their arrival. The ancient, mysterious calls of the space-born leviathans resounded from one honeycomb-like domain of subspace to the next, like that of calling whales within a vast and limitless ocean. A call which would be harmonized as those representatives confined to those dominions too called out, heralding the arrival of the great conductor of the celestial symphonic himself.

The unaligned corporate syndicates operating within the Hellespawn System bore the brute of the initial waves of incoming horde, unprepared and inadequate vessels were shattered into derelicts, unsealed tombs from which the dead drifted away from. The 'knock upon the door' which had come years before was muted under what was a wave of unfathomable strength. The  Miqursha-Rlarhau Military Arm, along with several vessels belonging to the Nyiathians had been granted the honor of being the leading edge of the massive dedicated force that traveled with Lao'Taun and the Yughoshi Materna Chonyosa.

ᴇνᴇɴ тнᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ нᴀνᴇ тнᴇıʀ sтσʀıᴇs тσ тᴇʟʟ [νᴀмρıʀᴇ тᴀνᴇʀɴ]

Malice: Histories are written by war, and told by the tongues that survive them.

For as long as anyone could remember, there had always been a Tavern at the crossroads, always been a place to drown their day and temper their troubles with copious amounts of mead. When the door groaned then, and swung inward as if their town were now a western, not a single soul stirred from their revelry; for travellers were as frequent here, as the clouds that perpetually seemed to smother the sun. A rhythmic tapping sound heralded the stranger's arrival, as a cane slowly navigated the labyrinth of tables and legs; propelling the weary features of its owner not toward the bar, but instead the source of the commotion that now infested the room's interior. A raucous youth, draped in a melodramatic cape and surrounded by a host of his peers, was already mid-boast when the old man entered, and as he neared, he discerned the closing statements of, what had undoubtedly been a far longer claim. “I was there when the towers fell, their nine spires turned to shards, and dust. I fought alongside giants, like Delioncourt, and Darkness, whose armies tore these lands apart, and struck terror into the hearts of their foes."

Edging ever closer, like a boat born toward the shore, the stranger allowed himself a smile, a brief and ugly thing upon cankered lips such as his; as names older than the books that held them danced anew within the air, evoking awe for one brilliant fleeting moment, before they were lost again amongst the pages of time. Fortunately though, one of the more astute of the youth's admirers dared to voice the nagging question that had suddenly sprung up within his mind “But those battles happened thousands of years ago, how could anyone still be alive from those days?”, a valid question, whose answer the stranger had long known, before ever he had entered the establishment. The youth, however, seemed excited by the prospect of someone challenging his tale, almost as if he'd been eagerly anticipating its arrival; and with an exaggerated flourish of his cloak, he flashed his fangs and announced “Ah ha, well you see, I am a vampire!”. This revelation, the stranger realized, was the highlight of the creature's performance, because even as surprise coursed like a wave across the onlookers' faces, so too did human curiosity keep them strapped to their seats; allowing the vampire to continue its seductive story, and in doing so, secure their next meal when the evening waned.

тнᴇ sтᴀʀs ᴀωᴀıт υs [σσc]

This past year has been a definitive trial of sorrow, patience and character. I have survived it, not unscathed, and hold dear a mere few who have been my guide through Hell, as it is.  A future awaits, with fortune and wonder... I hope; I am stronger and perceive things around me far more clearly than ever. Indeed, if it weren't for my dear friends and my partner, this confidence and strength would never have been given life again. 

 The most beautiful, precious flower of all, is love. 

Colours shed a different smell; the aroma of hope, entwined with the after-taste of memories, endless.

A wonderful new year to you all. May it be what you make of it. ;) ♥

I would like to formally welcome the stalkers.  Peewee Herman fingers and creepy kisses  to you all, you make me feel so damn important I could simply gasp from the excitement and give myself a pat on the back for the self-esteem boost from such flattery (no, I think I shall pass). You make up 50% of the fan base I would rather throw in the trash, of course where you belong next to the kleenex tissues I used during your departures =)

How about you take what little pride and morale you should have left, fuck off and go sulk in the corner! If you're looking for sympathy from myself or Andrew aka Drew | Adrin Eitan, Koshiro Kiri, Lao'Taun--  you can find the word -sympathy' in the Dictionary between shit and syphilis.

Life is too short for cliches and you just don't exist anywhere near my wave length. 

To my love, life partner and Master, -- every step of our way, has been worth every ounce of tribulation and elation. You are everything to me and more. Through our honesty, commitment and communication with added respect, reverence and honour; no moment has ever been wasted, the tears are now as wine, and the moment our hearts entwined, it was a moment that bonded us together forever.

ᴅᴀıʏυ σκıʏᴀ 'вʟᴀcκ נᴀᴅᴇ нσυsᴇ' [ᴅıɴɴᴇʀ ρʟᴀɴs]

Yughoshi Materna Chanyosa
Daiyu Okiya

Scahrossar: Soft moans of ecstatic bliss filled the private rooms of Madame Chao-Xing’s house for those who sought pleasures of forbidden desires could find just what they needed here. Some of the melodies which played through the walls would be of pleasure, others would be of pain, and in some places only the voices of intelligence would be imprinted in the air as that was all that was asked of some of the ladies of the orchards. Whether it is pleasure of the flesh or pleasure of the mind, the ladies of the Daiyu Okiya did their work without flaws or fault in their performances. Customers were happy and satiated for all their desires, and they were given a treatment in a style that was befitting of only the most proper of woman. In the main hall and galley of the house the various women who were not currently busy idled themselves with delicate foods and pleasant drinks, dressed in outfits of silken fantasies and scant cloth decorations which outline their feminine forms to draw and tease the senses of sight, leading one to not just think, but know what sort of pleasure they would offer. Elegance befitting of more noble women would be how these ladies presented themselves, and it would indeed even seem to match the décor of the house as it was refined with artifacts and areas of many different cultures and practices. 

It was perhaps the most “noble” of the many houses that offered this sort of business, and was a place in which men could come and know their actions would be held in discretion so long as they treated their hostesses well. Only the worst of consequences would befall those who betrayed or harmed the ladies of the house, even worse to those who would try to steal them and keep them as their own personal object to be contained against their will. Regardless of their position the Madame refused to let her girls be looked at as nothing more then property by her customers and patrons, else she feel they might get a bit greedy as she knew the males who came here often were. After all why else would they be here if they didn’t feel the need to “own” someone, even if only for a night?

sᴀтʀıɴᴀ ᴇıтᴀɴ─κıʀı [вıσɢʀᴀρнʏ]

...his orchid of immortal bloom.

Shadows mix and merge beneath the crimson sky, coalescing to form those perfect trysts of light and plethora danced and merged to form that perfect darkness this realm knew so well. There was naught left but the ruins of those bitter memories; perhaps some too had been good, though days and years were long it was hardly like she knew what happiness was... when coming back to this place under the shadows of the Empire? There was nothing like looking on the crumbs, of the unholy and divine knew of her conquests, oceans of blood sweeping over the land. But, was she the only one remaining to perceive such greatness or lust for power? In the end did it really even matter, for who was there to grace it or embrace it, besides the ghosts that haunted the darkness behind those cold, stygian eyes? Perhaps it was more disturbing this barely caused a flinch on that perfect pale facade, emotions unstirred as those eyes scathed the abandoned vestiges, untouched, reserved, poised. A soft muted scoff emitted twixt those crimson-arches of lips, sweet breath stirring the elements while long rivulets of ravenesque tresses flowed, shaking... shaking in disbelief of all that this family had seen, reduced to nothing and the scapes of its lands inhibited by peasants and the lepers known to her, as mankind.

. |‡| . MINUTIAE . |‡|. “When darkness is at its darkest, a star shines its brightest.”

||GENERALE—

☩ Birth Name: Xae'Za'afiel Sheitânii.
☩ Known Name: Satrina Sheitânii Eitan Kiri.
☩ Formally known as: Atra'Lamia Darkbane.
☩ Primary Title(s): Aester (Empress) of Lorenz.
☩ Secondary Title(s): Imperial Concubine [Lao'Taun].
☩ Previous Title(s): Sovereign of the StarSide, Maest of the LCV Voltian, Queen of Eden|Tenaria, The Scourge of Ayenee.
☩ Pseudonyme(s): The Bringer of Pestilence, The Black Widow, The Dark (or Black)  Orchid.
☩ Visible Age: 20 years old.
☩ Date of Birth: [unknown].
☩ Gender: Female.
☩ Visible Ethnicity: Oriental Human-esque.
☩ Affiliation: None.
☩ Religion: [unknown].
☩ Common Language(s): Norian-Espra|Latin|Enochian|Saatthan|Ske'kell-stha|English.
☩ Nature: Vindictive, Cunning, Manipulative & Seductive.
☩ Periodic Timeframe: From the Fall of the Gardens of Eden -- Futuristic Ayenee|Nova Surrune|Lorenz|Elysium Spiral.