Thread: The Darker Side of Life (LadyYunaFFX2 & littlerooster's 1x1)

Ethan wondered if Shania was her real name, it really didn't matter and he had only used his real first name because it seemed like everything on this site was assumed to be bullshit anyway. Shania was a good choice of name though, it was exotic and western all at once, he liked to think about names and what it said about the person who was branded with it. Shania, Shania he repeated in his head in his own obsessive kind of way, it was better than repeating Laura over and over anyway. He put on his favourite song by Parkway Drive, a song all about desolation and loneliness, a song that helped him survive life and all it's humiliations and deprivations. He absorbed the lyrics as he heard them being growled to the heavy yet melodic guitar sound. Alone Shifting light outlines my battered form. Stranger to the world, alone in my abandonment. A gaining army of white horses, stark warning before the icy front. The deceiving calm betrays all signs of impeding change. Evening tide what do you hide, damnation or salvation? As my skin breaks the blackened surface, the cold is rising, yer all embracing. Darkness, erase this lonesome place from my every existence. An angry sky bares the signs, a distant violence yet to break. The ocean's travellers cry forth across the waves. Lightning cracks across a vast horizon, reaching out its hands towards an unsuspecting shore. No light to guide. No ties, no ties to bind. Evening Tide what do you hide? To the years spent waiting on the winds of change, this is penance paid. This is my penance paid, to the morning Sun, whose warmth never found this young man's face. Shifting light outlines my battered form. Stranger to the world. Alone. Evening tide, what do you hide? Lightning cracks across a vast horizon, reaching out its hand towards an unsuspecting shore. With a final effort I strike out across the swells, seeking only the answers, maybe horizons hold. The site popped up with a message alert, he checked it and once again it was from her, so... she wants to be owned, to be dominated, she referenced that book everyone was talking about, the one he couldn't even bare to read, let alone think about. Again he embraced his inner darkness, this woman wanted to be treated like dirt, at least in text, he felt empowered and a rush of excitement ran through him as he thought about the possibilities. Dear Shania, I feel like we need a name for you, if you want to be owned then I should name you, nay, brand you with something else, I would very much like to lead you into the darkness, to show you the pleasures of complete and utter surrender, but are you ready? Will you run from me when it becomes too real, when it challenges your inner soul and you discover yourself as the whore that you no doubt are? Perhaps you are reading this now and thinking that I am already too much? I will leave it up to you, but if you want to start and you are not offended by my honesty and bluntness than you should write back and plead for my guidance. - Master Ethan. Wow, did he just write that, it was dark and romantic and sensual and fucking fucked up! He was in some kind of character now, he pressed send and waited to see what she would think of it all, he was no longer interested in tip toeing around the edges.