The endless shifting sands of time are calm to the mind when expressing the flow of the world. Gazing to the heavens with eyes that hold the deepest of knowledge; the mind comes to take hold of the knowledge of the true ways of time. The seemingly peaceful path that it follows, that comes to turn with storms. The lightning of the unknown to shatter the peaceful tranquility with thunderous roars of chaos to reign over all; shattering the once true silence and flow of time with the ever changing waves of storm winds. Wrath of obstruction, the life no longer flowing with the constant pull of the world; one such that looks to take life from chaos.

To stand upon the solid footing of the world; eyes of sapphire gleam with the life of ages. Ever looking on into the infinite with great wisdom and everlasting life. To the norm thought as but life of immortal. Flesh touched by the sunlight's kiss; darkened to a soft tan. Body toned and raised to stand in full six feet of health kept true. Hair of auburn tresses, cascading in thick waves to hang beneath shoulder blades; maroon strands colored in layers through hidden masses to break the bland form of the brown shaded locks. To the life of those who look upon him in moments of need; he is but another of the damned race. Those who feast upon the crimson elixir of life so as to sustain his own existence. To the life that is no longer of normal, those who feast already upon the blood of man and beast to live. He is something greater in the other life; something that appears beyond the undead predator. The predator that feeds upon the predator.

To lie within gaze, this masculine beauty; shall it seem with alluring smile that he is but a beast that feasts on blood? Cheekbones prominently set for strong setting of jaw and handsome visage. A man it would seem that lures forth the heart of love and of desire in his very existence. Such a dark secret could not seem to exist within his very being. It is to be true, even to those who deny. The beating heart, following its own path in the roar of the rain drops that fall from thunder. The fire that burns within, dark and powerful in its life. The heart to beat with thunderous scream, racing and spilling blood through veins in torrential rush.  Breaths to burn and the heart to finally slow; fading to nothingness; a life ended with the final beat. One life to fall into the darkness, another to rise into the sun. The skin to fade in its living color, fading into the ethereal hue of death's pale life; giving way to the hunger, the predator inside that grows with unimaginable force. It is such with the change that he, for his whole being is exposed as two halves. The Calacia.