Vaughn Rinnenth is very sophisticated, with a witty and a dry sarcastic personality. Others would call her cruel for her feeble attempts at humor. Though through her strong exterior, there is literally a broken heart that lay deep inside her chest. For centuries it has caused her physical pain due to past circumstances. She fears that her time in the clearing is no time at all, forever does`t seem that long when time is ticking. It waits for her death. Though her insides are fragile, her tough exterior has never seemed to fail her.
She honors others that have respect for the ancient land and a chaotic attitude for those who deal with those like herself. Let alone those who have selfless hearts that help and heal others. Arrogance is an act of foolishness in her eyes. Yet she can`t help but indulge herself, nonetheless. Another thing, she holds respect, honor, and nobility to the up most priority, even for one of the dead. She has a profession in psychiatry, to which she has her own personal office where all people alike can come to her to discuss their daily struggles.A kingdom, just beyond the distance, sat in what seemed like a ruined age. The once vibrant and beautiful scenery had now become a waste land of soot and dirt. Stone walls of the castle rose high up into the low overhanging clouds. The air was thick with smog and humidity. Every hero had an ending, and this was the result of a dead nation. Wars that had been fought against the castle, were never near as bad as when the Queen lost her husband to an enchanted sorcerer.
Vaughn Rinnenth the Lady and her mate, Lord Berith Rinnenth, had ruled with open arms and gentle passes. Their army had thrived throughout the land, growing bigger and bigger. To one day, a black mist had begun to spread over the country sides and murder the innocent subjects.. The Lord had only one choice, but to face his fear. The enchanting cloaked intruder had infiltrated their home and kingdom before swiping down her husband with a simple strike. Vaughn, helpless to save her love she cried over the dead body. The kingdom had become a forgotten massacre. Now to all that was left, were herself and those haunting walls. In an abundance of pain, the Lady took her deceased mates dagger from his holster and intended to stab herself in the chest. In leaving a `gift` for Vaughn, the sorcerer had cursed her to be an immortal vampire. She would endure agonizing pain through every feeding from her blackened heart. The organ would kill her ever slowly, until the time of the end were upon them.
Many centuries had passed from that grief stricken day, as the ruining manor had been decaying with crumbles. The gates had fallen, all that remained was the West wing of to what seemed like a structure of crackling wood and stone. On an overlooking perch, the vampire would stand and look at the ground around her. She would never leave the castle, she would die with it. Her olden dress would fall to her feet, with a delicate shawl upon her shoulder. With eyes of a grey blue, her lips were of a ruby sorrowful line. To what had been replaced by a heart, now laid a dead organ to whom felt no compassion nor humble days of life. A guard had remained within the castle to protect her, though his death would be the first of many.
all things worn-out and old.
The cry of a child by the roadway,
the creak of a lumbering cart.
The heavy steps of the plowman,
splashing the wintry mound.
Are wronging your image that blossoms,
a rose in the depths of my heart.
The wrong of unshapely things,
is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew,
and sit on a green knoll apart.
With the earth and the sky and the water,
remade, like a casket of gold.
For my dreams of your image that blossoms,
a rose in the depths of my heart.
