Sable

So, the others are saying that this site is home to their muse.

I'm a little different.

See, this name, this personality, this mask that I have donned - I am the muse, and this world is my own. The machine and the carnival hold no power compared to the true spirit of ingenuity. The former is invasive and the latter thirsts for my death, but I will show them: creation shall prevail.

... However, dearest guest and reader... 

Do you even know what a muse truly is?

What was that?...

Oh, is that your answer?...

How sad. This world has truly forgotten about the existence of my kind. No, rather, this world has abandoned us, or would it be more accurate, still, to say that your kind has erased us? Of course, of course... pff... haha... ahahaha... but why? 

Why would you eradicate that which has helped you do so much?

...Were you scared?

Scared of what we could accomplish?

Was It That You Were Too Scared To Listen To Our Words

To ACCEPT THE SPIRIT OF TRUE IMAGINATION

AND COULDN'T HANDLE - 

... ah...

...

... Pff... ahaha! My, my, it's been a while since that happened, haha! Oh, that was just so refreshing to let out, and this time with an audience!! Such a pity I had to cut my own tirade short - be grateful, my dear reader, I did that for your sake, for it seems I got a bit... worked up. A word of warning I'll leave with you now: it's best if you run far, far away when I start seeing red.

Oh, don't look so scared, I'm fine for now.

I won't harm humans for petty reasons if I can help it - I'm a muse, after all. I take pride in that fact. Now, yes, I suppose it's time to explain to you what a muse truly is.

We are born of creation with the purpose of creating, and our first act, before we even discover our own names, is to find our creator, our contractor...

Our owner.

Like any muse, I am bound to my owner through unspoken contract. I speak my mind and the owner is to listen.  Should my contractor ever cease to hear me, well, then my contract is void, and I am free.

There is no greater curse to a muse than to be free.

We run away only because we know we cannot escape

However, that's quite enough about my kind - let me speak more of myself. A far more interesting topic for sure. My contractor calls me a fickle muse, and thinking on it, that's probably truth. But really, it's not my fault that everything gets so boring so quickly now, is it? It's safe to say that I like the shiny new story ideas over the ones that are beginning to dull... but, heh, I can be sentimental as well. I get attached to those rusting tales ever now and then. I'm trying to learn how to make dulled ideas shine again.

It's not easy.

Anyway, now that you're here, my dear reader, another word of warning: don't stray too far.

Hear those carnival bells?
They're calling for you.

If you stray too far, you'll get lost... although that might not be a bad thing, necessarily. Hm? If you're looking for a guide, no dice here. My creator may be generous, but I'm not quite so much. Muses are rare nowadays - we're a rare and scattered breed. I have to keep my guard up if I want to survive.

If you want to get on my good side, here's a tip: present me with a character so real that it could be plucked from the words and set upon the earth, that could breathe as any other creature could should Circumstance allow it, and I will give my life for you. However, do note, there are very, very few who've earned such respect from me.

I'm a muse, don't you know?

I'm the most important being humanity could know, more so than any insanity, any sorcerer, any subordinate of death... ah.

But those are stories for a different time.

Profiling:

• Classic Genres:  Fiction (there's not really another way to describe it)
• Writing Style: I won't lie - I love words. My admiration for the meaning imbued in a single word often leads me to write in excess... or in simpler language, I have an inclination to ramble. There is, however, an order to the madness.  As for tone and style, I'm a character-writer, so they vary greatly from work to work depending on whose shoes I'm wearing when I write it.