Throng of Scorpio

Walking tall and with a formidable weapon, I embody the second decan of a zodiac harbinger. I become fluid, in my ever-changing existence. A master of starting over, my will is unbreakable like the mineral I associate with, STEEL. Demeanor towards truth and justice is unarching, though delves into an ever-spiraling path through mysteries of my own, as well as the ones in and out of our time.

The Analyst within is always skeptical, and double checks the math on every intense condition. I become intrusive. The answer is mine to have and hold. A victory swiftly celebrated, always brought on by a more aching query. Satisfaction lasts but a moment, then evolves into the next catechism, where again Emperor Scorpio obtains his rule.

While comfortable in the flow, I can emerge to be mighty and influential if needed. It’s the need of a powerful presence that pulls me into the role. Necessity does not take a back seat when it comes to the impression of urgency. This awareness takes over completely and rules my fortitude swiftly and skillfully. I watch in the awe of the moment with anyone who is involved, yet my expression remains the same: resilient.

I hear what is said about me. The calmer side is charming, I am too intense. My behavior is trance inducing. One way or another I will lasso you into arrest.

My emotions are mine alone, to hold and hide. Mediocrity is a nuisance to my soul, yet I remain tolerant, as there is a time and place for the potential magnitude of energy.

Opinions and thoughts are cured in a near set mortar, if not already hardened. Do not try to sway me without the facts. Push too far and I will let you know of your unfortunate truth. A knowledge of where your presence and character meet, like they never have before.

Dedication to extreme manifestation of production keeps me strong and alert, ready for the next lane towards accomplishing the dreams I embraced. Power, money, standings all have value in my realm. The Analyst stays distracted by the numbers, the names, procedures, and confirmations. It is half his responsibility that I am able to live so freely, so fiercely. When they are inaccurate, blame is delivered to the Moon, who comes and goes as he pleases and is almost never taken into account, as he conspires against our thoughts. He plunges my creations into disorder, always altering their original form. While it’s an adjustment I seek to avoid, my determination shines through, again modifying on the surface, and even fundamentally, to keep those possessions I hold dear, safe and secure.

New roles appear constantly just as the seasons shift. I am skeptical as to where their loyalty lies. Do not dare attempt to make me your victim. It will be met with vengeful recourse in a way only I can provide. Be warned, as I do not bear a light graze. My retribution is designed in meticulous chaos, and beyond that, I display hidden functions. Functions that are not fully understood, but rear themselves when the moment is necessary, stinging their prey into capitulation.

I preserve whatever integrity exists and order falls into place without written acknowledgement. A simple glare discusses all that needs to be conveyed.

The Emperor will at times get carried away, only to be reeled back in by the Analyst, and remain unapologetic in their firm hand. He stands silent for but a moment, still acknowledged, although less severe. Do not mistake this for weakness, for his voice will prevail.

Beware, as I appear an individual, for I am the Throng of Scorpio. You will do what I command.