6/19/02 - Quiet of the Storm Approaching

I haven't really spoken to Ren, not since the little altercation we had, though no rumors have reached my ears that he still holds a grudge over that. Something that remains to be seen, knowing me I sure there's plenty of room to make sure that's a reality. Sometimes I wonder why I push my limits as much as I do, amazed even that my sire was never able to beat that little propensity out of me.

Of course, there are always greener pastures and newer challenges. Bukowski has been mooning about like a lost lamb, drowning himself in liquor to the point of complete idiocy. Kalista is nowhere to be seen. It was in some fit of fugue or madness that I decided that to alter his memory of Kalista was a good idea. Or in retrospect, I realized it was never a -good- idea, but it was something. A test of sorts, Bukowski believes himself to be mine, and has no memory of Kalista now, for how long remains to be seen. I can erase the memories, but not the lingering emotional attachment associated with the bond. The false reality created is something interesting to watch, to be a part of....lost in a myriad of "could have beens" though I'm not so sappy as to become permanantly lost in such illusion. I'll pay the Piper soon enough