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Why would someone make a dysfunctionally depressed Toreador? I've been asking myself that for years....I'm sure the novelty of the ever-lasting beauty of despair wears off eventually. I'm waiting for that moment. The cold masque of harsh reality, covering the stone face of meloncholy... I am a thing of whimsy. A cruel joke of a long-forgotten beast..wanting nothing more than to taint a Sprite with his foul distaste for those that rule for the moment. My kind had nothing to do with the fight I'm now involved in. A powerful creation, to say the least, but to what end? I was left with no direction, to my own devices. *Sigh* To side is to give up a piece of myself. I refuse to relinquish any of myself for someone else. But, alas, I must fighr for someone, I suppose, if I get bored sitting on the sidelines. We are the inmates in your prison.. the difference is that we can rise up, create our havoc, and win. You may outnumber us, but you have more weak points than we do. A twisted thing, Fate. Reaching up to slap me in the face, when I've done nothing to hinder her. Ah, well. Such is life, and everything relative to it.

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