Welcome to the inner workings of a scorpion mind - our thoughts and our dreams . . . |
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A Brief Word of Introduction from the Sponsor . . . Despite the stoic colors of out outward Scorpio the calm demeanor and the calculated responses the mysterious world we seem to live in, dark and shadowy often is far more vivid and more alive than the Vanilla world most would cling to - safe with predictable rules and protocols. I am no exception to this. My appearance of cool calmness an illusion for the masses, a carefully constructed shield to keep the unwanted at bay and the predatorily weary but always lurking. Beneath the surface the exhilaration of the hunt, the slow release of adrenaline - the fuel that seems to drive us on until the wee hours of morning until retreating to the warmth and comforts of our lair. I think it’s likely why I enjoy my career in investigation and security - the unraveling of mysteries, hunting of minute details, the late nights - I felt as if born to the life. The moon light always agreed with me as did the warm African coffee. While it is true that crime goes on day and night it is far easier to see things out of place at night with the gates locked, the house closed and the world at rest. As for myself perhaps living at odds to the world led me to where I am now. As you wake I head to my lair. Its cool comforts and simple floor plan comfortable, safe, and secure from the prying eyes. When you slumber I prowl about watching, judging scheming and then waiting with infinite patience. I I don’t always have such restraint. My dragon blood, a mix of Scottish Irish, boils over plenty but when it counts I can hold fast. You would quickly learn to watch your step about me. The cold calm can quickly break if I sense your attempt to injure me. Lashing back with quip of words, action or intent to do more harm than might be intended but often harsh. If ever a sign of our weakness it would be the animalistic response to both friend and foe and hard to part with being the intuition and insight that keeps our sense in tune and the enemy which we can never vanquish. Equal you might be benefactor knowing a world shelter protected by our efforts living between the worlds of night a day protected by the vigilance and the endless tireless hours committed to safety to home to living well. It is doubtful that in a thousand entries that you will come to know me or to know my kind. While I may attempt to part the veil and invite you in, words often fail to explain what the soul experiences and it is in our dreams that we make sense of such things. And scorpion dreams rarely make sense. The collage of raw emotions and stark colors milieu with soft sensual and erotic vision sounds and sense our out world attempted ménage relived dreams half realized. The weather is cold and rainy and I can see the quarter moon in the sky stirring in me the desire to slip in to warm sensual union of water and listen to the stillness of late eve… more I will not say for now.
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