Resurrection in Process

Unexpected Maintenance and Routine Brooding Nearing Completion

My mortal coil betrayed me yet again, but I feel it releasing the heavy restraints that bound me, body and soul, to the void I call my bed.

How great I’ve been yearning to tremble upon your touch, breathless with anticipation. Slowly I stir from the coffin. It feels like centuries since a man last crumbled under my penetrating gaze.

***Heavy dramatic sigh***

Have my powers grown feeble? Will I crumble to the floor upon your arrival, desperation and desire crashing over me like I wave, leaving me helpless and undone? Or have the long days of waiting consumed the very little patience I possess, stirring a hunger waiting to completely consume your soul, should you dare? This, I do not know. There is only one way to know for certain, and I am determined to find the answer…

Shall you be my first victim upon my return to the living?

Inquiries

If you have called to me in the last three weeks, I can assure you no response awaits, as I disappear into the abyss of darkness when I am tasked with mortal coil burdens and subsequent sulking. Do NOT take it personally. I do not respond to absolutely anyone!

(Even my cat, if I had one, would be deceased due to my inability to life during these periods of requisite vampire melancholy. This is why I don’t have a cat. Or child. Or even a plant)

Although the task burdens me to catch up on responding to my suitors (another weary sigh, this time intended to make you feel sorry for me), I hope to respond to all within the next couple of days.

Thank you for your patience. Very soon I shall be available to mercilessly torment you. I do so hope the wait shall be worth it.

Never Truly Yours,

Raven

Entropy rules. Chaos ensues

I must confess—I’m a hot little mess

Devoted Sinner/Stalker,