indent Iris was running, running so fast that her hooves barely touch the ground as she galloped across the planes of blue grass that reached to the point where the violet sky met the earth. As the wind whipped through her starlight hair she neighed at the pleasantly crisp sensation. Oh how wonderful this mid-twilight run was, as she began to lose herself in her free run. But something frightening was dimming on her lovely time. As her purple sky became hazed with red smoke the familiar smell of chaos caught her attention and when she turned her head back to see what was over taking this peaceful place her eyes widen in shock. It was hunters, their blood stained faces, and pure hatred had tarnished even the sky with their malevolent existence. Beckoning her legs to move faster she cried out for help only to be greeted by the looming silence, What had she done to deserve such hatred that gained ground ever so quickly behind her. Letting one final terrified shrill for help echo out from her before the red haze swallowed her.
Opening her eyes she was face down on the floor tangled in a mess of blankets and before she could recall that it had just all been a dream a pounding pain pulsated throughout her head," ooooooooooo" she whimpered as she rubbed her head trying to sooth the pain. " That was such a terrible dream, my heart is still racing" she sighed as she tried to untangle her legs from blankets. When she had freed herself from the mess she stood up, but as soon as she decided to take a step she landed back on the floor forgetting she was no longer on four legs anymore," OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" she cried out slightly irritated at the fact she was back at square one. Taking a few minutes to learn how to walk on two legs and fight back the dreadful feeling of mortality she finally managed to escape the confines of her room. The hallway was dimly light which only meant that the rest were waking up or they were off doing their own thing and it was up to little Iris to gather them up before Mother brought back the humans.
When the word "human" ran through her mind she could feel her human heart beat in a strange and fast pace. How she dreamed of this day where she could meet the very beings she owned the meaning of her existence too, for what mythical being could survive in a world that no longer believes in them. It was a painful thing to bare, to live in secret like a shameful b*****d child but to Iris that was all going to change, because if she could have just one...Just one person that still believed in her she could go on living in this world.
It was not often when she was out in town or near any type of place where humans lived, but this was different. Something had called her here, something bigger that she could be apart of, oh how it sent waves of shivers down her spine at the thought. The streets were lite with lanterns and an occasional stranger walking along its sidewalks bundled up in his or coat as the winters snow brushed against them. Though Delilah could not feel the chill she had to keep up with the appearance, dressed in her fine fur lined coat with the hood draped over her head. She walked and walked in rhythm with the echo of her heels clattering into the night until it was not only her heels that where making a racket. A sharp scream pierced through the veil of silence and almost caught Delilah off guard with how ear shattering the scream was. Anyone could have called for help or even gone to see what they could do but as the scream faded it was replaced with window shades shutting and locks latching," Humans.....awful things" she hissed as she made a sharp turn towards the screaming.
It lead her down a dark alley path, with scatter trash and rodents lived, it was disgusting and she was sure she would have throw out her brand new heels after this little trip. It wasn't long before she could feel the eyes of something more then just rats looking at her and it was then she could hear the fast heart beat of a frighten female. " Disgusting pigs" she said out loud for everyone to hear. That was enough to get the ball rolling as a taller and built man that looked as if he had shut up one too many roids in his day," What'chu say b***h...Did you want a piece of me too cause there is plenty of me to go around"
Delilah grinned as she slipped out of her coat no doubt she didn't want to get that dirty too before she looked at him with her glimmering cat like eyes," I don't want a piece....I want the whole thing!" she glided along the ground like a shadow. Unlocking the demon that had laid dormant for so long she ripped through his flesh like a hot knife through butter. Oh how the sound of flesh ripping and blood curdling screams made her feel so...alive. The Body was still twitching when she was down devouring all vital organs and delicious gallons of blood that not only landed in her stomach but all over her clothing...well at least her coat was still clean.
Delilah lost in her own thoughts snap to, too realized that everyone had either left or were in their own chaos. She took this chance to get away, scurrying along only to seal herself away from preying eyes. When she felt save enough she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, She could hear Rouges annoyed sigh as she did, that succubus always had to have the last word. Trying to ignore the spiteful persona she let herself unravel literally. Her childish like body had fallen to the ground in ashes as a more darker energy built in the soot of her feeble body's remains. The energy grew stronger until finally red ribbons burst from the ash wrapping and weaving itself forming a body a new body, that to which Delilah could be the true killer that she needed to be. When the ribbons had finished forming the shape of her body, they faded into skin, her once chocolate brown hair now fallen into white locks, and her eyes opened to reveal the only trait that fallowed her, the brilliant green eyes. Delilah raised her arms to let the work be finished as threads fashioned something suitable to wear and when the work was done her black torn wings sprouted from her back. It felt remarkable to be the demon she was before she had made a deal with a succubus. Stretching out her wings she opened her mouth to comment to herself but the only thing that fallowed was silences. Delilah had forgotten before the deal she had made she was a mute, she could not speak. She was once again as silent as death.
Delilah stepped out of the confines of her solitude only to walk by everyone without a word of what happen to her. This body was only temporary and Rouge would see to that since Delilah was her host. She forcefully opened the door without even so much of a touch she walked out of the haven only to stand her face in the direction of something fowl coming their way wither they were ready or not something was coming..and it was ugly.
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Bella had spent most of her morning sleeping away in her pretty pink bedroom when she had the most bazaar dream. Slimy snakes, bunnys popping out of big black top hats and the smell of burnt flesh, and then the screams of a crazed man was enough to push her off her bed. Landing with a thud and slight confusing she barreled out of her room and into Lyn's room. It wasn't a far sprint in fact Lyn's room was right next to her's and when she turned the knob she was like a blot of lighting. Diving into Lyn's covers she hid there shaking like a leaf, Bella had been having the worse strings of dreams as of late and though she was the eldest of all the dolls...she was scared. They didn't call her Baby doll for the fun of it no,of course not, she often has been betrayed as a baby many times in the show for comical reasons but that didn't bug her in the slightest. If it made the master happy, she did it willingly and without hesitation. Bella slithered further into the bed sheets in search of her friend and when she finally found her she curled up next to her and nudged her arm," Lyn....pssst Lyn, wake up" she cooed as she gentle nudged the unfinished doll's arm.
The Morning sun peeked through the dark velvet drapes and a long disgruntle sigh left his pale lips as his hand found its way to face rubbing the sleeping dust from his eyes. As he moved to sit up the days past events rushed into his mind and the events to come. Would they work or would they ruin everything he had created, if there was a "god" it would be nice if he could show some compassion to his old broken man. Sliding out his silk sheets he staggered across the room and picked up a book along with a pair of reading glasses. Slipping them on and a few flips of the pages he found the date and the list of events that he must prepare his children for. Taking a seat at his desk he took a pen to some paper and began to write " I have opened our home to guest and a ball will be held later on this evening as soon as all of our guest our settled in, Do be on your best behavior my lovely children". He repeated this several times before he had the same amount of letters as he had dolls. Once he had finished that Luscious stepped in the bathroom and washed away the previous day's dirt then walked out in a fresh white suit and his ebony hair slicked back. Taking the letters in hand he looked at the clock seeing that it was still early in the morning even for him, but this would mean that his dolls would still be fast asleep in their beds.
Stepping out of his room he made his was to the east wing where his children resided and one my one he enter each room quietly placing the note on each night stand then placing a small kiss on his sleeping beauties forehead. Then as quietly as he slipped in he slipped out until his hand contain no notes left to give. Upon completing his task he went down to the kitchen where he made his pot of tea and waited for the sleeping house to awaken.
Running, it was the only thing that brought Iris peace at this time of tension that was so thick it could have choked a horse. Dashing across the dampen grass with the mornings dew and a sheer veil of fog that laid across the forests floor only to be disrupted by the clattering of her hooves. Looking up her eyes were greeted with more fog shrouded forest which was fine, she found comfort in the tranquility of the sleeping woods. It was the best way to steady her troubled mind since there was no one she could confide in. Which was her own fault since she had not made an notion to show she wanted to have some kind of relationship with the other gems. No instead she would become outrageously nervous and run away, it was almost shameful on how awkward she gets around them. Though it did not affect her when it came to solving some small issues with humans or beasts like the other day she had helped an old farmer whom was having a problem with the animals that would come and scavenge his crops. It was no challenge on getting the two to come to some kind of agreement and putting to rest the hospitality for each other. Now if only everything else could be that easy.
Iris galloped until she came across an open field where she stopped. Looking around she flicked her tail in annoyance. You would think she would know her way around this place after 20 years of living here but no. She wasn't gifted with much of a memory in fact she had forgotten names of her fellow gems, even their faces drew a blank in her mind," how embarrassing" she thought as her face wore a look of disconcerted. Plopping her bottom down she sat there trying to pull up some kind of recognition of this place and how to get back but like always memory failed her. It was miraculous she hadn't gotten herself into some serious trouble or worse because of this bad trait but luck seem to always be on her side. Looking over to her left her eyes caught something sitting next to her. It was a squirrel, and how long had it been sitting there?? Letting her head rear down she sniffed the small fluffy creature before it stood up on it back legs to look her straight in the eyes," Lost again?" the squirrel noted to her and of course she shamefully nodded yes. And with a distinct laughter squirrel scurried up her face where he hung on to her horn," Well that's what I figured"
Squirrels were a blessing though they could sometimes be hard to understand because they just talk so damn fast and with Iris being as sweet as she was, didn't have the heart to tell them to shut up take a breath and slow down. They helped her out a lot and were especially good at hearing rumors not to mention they are a hell of a lot smarter then what people mistake them for seeing as one was her own personal gps map. Iris walked at a steady pace as the little guy told her about his day and some more stuff that she couldn't really catch, but there was something that popped out his mouth that did catch her attention. Dragons. She had a run in with one, and she remembered it as clear as day. Frightful beast they were, but for whatever reason it chose to ignore her because maybe she was a gem, or rather because she was a unicorn, she wasn't sure. " apparently there's something fishy going on with king and now he refuses to see anyone and well there is no official announcement but it pretty clear here in the forest something is coming and it isn't pleasant" the squirrel continued to say. Those last words sent waves of shivers down her back. It explained why the tension was so thick it was due to the on coming terror that would engulf this place.
Rearing her head up Iris felt the urge to find the others, it had been so long since she had seen them, would they even remember her?..doubtful she couldn't even remember them. "I need to find the other gems are?" she asked in an alert voice catching the little fuzzy creature off guard. "well I uh...yeah there just over that ridge but it'll take you at least three days to get to the bridge!". Iris didn't have that kind of time and with nay she yelled," then I guess you better hang on". Like a ray of light she dashed towards the gaping cliff that separated her from the rest of her companions. Nearing the edge she could feel her heart skip a beat before her hooves where extended out in front of her and there was no longer ground beneath them. Time had seem to stop as she glided through the air with a squirrel wrapped around her horn praying for survival. She was surprised he hadn't abandon ship when he had a chance. When her front hooves touch the very edge of the other side she was off again. Running faster and faster until the familiar air of home filled her nostrils.
Lilith had been standing off to the side watching as the other mingled and conversant of things that really did not catch too much of her attention. She wasn't much for fancy balls and big gatherings thus the reason more then half of her kingdom only knew her name and thought of her only as a figment of fancy dreaming of a devil, but in reality the devil was a woman...A beautiful woman. The raven haired beauty stood there every so silently that is until her silences what interrupted by the most distasteful way...witch??... Was I just called a witch?... she thought as she let Syrus ramble about whatever it was that had his undergarments in a twist. Without much effort her ruby eyes glared back at him and her black lips bared fangs of a deathly nature she grabbed a hold of the collar of his s**t and brought him down to her level as she hissed into his ear," Listen to me you son of a whore....I am your master, through me your precious Bella lives...and it is through me that hold you in contempt...I own you Syrus..body...mind...and soul". The maiden of the night released her grip on his collar only to push him away. She would have no part of his rudeness no longer, it was enough she was ridiculed by a mere servant, she could be damned to let this one sly," go on with you, you dog come back and ask me again when you take your head out your a**".
Luscious watched as the dance floor became vacant once more as his dolls performed flawlessly. How well his dolls did when the all pressure had been pulled away. He clapped his hands once each of his dolls had completed their performance as did everyone that had been watching, surprisingly even Lilith found some of Sarden's witty puzzles amusing and she too clapped. All seem to have been going well except for some unforeseen tragic events, but other then that he was thoroughly enjoying the night, seeing his dolls smile, dance and even laugh with their welcomed guessed and before he knew it he too was mingling...That is until he heard it. Now he was no godly man, no could he see the future but there was one thing that followed him from his mortal life, and that was the ability to sense his children's cry's of agony. He made a B line straight for the doors, his feet moving ever so quickly as if they had a mind of their own, though there was no complaint when they lead them him straight to source. Looking at the mess that was Lynaire he winced at the thought of having to some how fixed this. The man was a talented but he was only given so much. Closing the distance for further inspection his face on'y betrayed irritation and more so hurt," Now look at you Lynaire, what am I to do with you now...How am I to fixed something that has never been finished" he said in a harsh tone as his hand ran through his ebony hair. Pulling out a tub he took a spatula and began to stir the substance until it was good and thick and with his hand he too a handful of it and moved towards Lynaire spreading the warming thick concrete like tar over the cracks, filling in the hole and strengthening her shell as he molded it in carefully.
She felt sorrow, complete and utter darkness, was this what Syrus felt. It made her want crumple up and wither away," How could one man hold so much pain in for so long she thought as she began to sift through his broken emotions. Bella only wished she knew what caused this such intense despair," Oh Syrus how much suffering will you endure before you let someone in" she whimpered out loud unknowingly before complete banishing his emotions like purifying tainted water. Her eyes slide open slowly reappearing her vivid brilliant eyes though when she looked up at him she was somewhat still in a dazed and though she could hear him..It didn't make sense, it was like he spoke a completely different language. She pushed her brows together and gave him a look of confusing before she was able to catch a few words," What are you talking about you silly, your never alone as long as I am here I will keep the big bad boogy man away" she said with a smile completely missing the concept of his words and oblivious to his plans," You should no better then anyone, I'm the super hero and your the heroine..wait, did I get that wrong" she began to drift off into her own usual rambling like as if nothing had happen.
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❣In The Dark ❣BLOOD ❣Whore ✎ Decorating the Pages
❣ Nicknames :: (None) ❣ Age :: eighteen (in appearance) ❣ Date of Birth :: April thirteenth ❣ Sexuality :: pansexual ❣ Eye Color :: deep blue ❣ Hair Color :: Blond ❣ Approximate Height :: Five Foot Three Inches ❣ Approximate Weight :: 119 lb. ❣ Tale of Origin :: Sleeping Beauty ❣ Quirks :: ~Dear little Cosset has a love for toys, though she is always seen with her favorite toy of all, a stuff rabbit named Mr. Dimm.
~She tends to be a physical person and hugging, cuddling, and squeezing the life out of things.
~Oh and how she loves to sing, she loves it so much that it's rare she doesn't speak in a rhythmic tempo.
✎ Stories Behind the Illustration
Hailed as the beauty that never dies and twin personality that will keep anyone on their toes. One minute she could appear as the sweetest of all next she'll be hacking you into pieces. Even with her boarder line homicidal traits she still is a princess and what comes with that is vanity. Though anyone would become vain when your dreaming world is filled with mirrors. But apart from all her flaws she is much like child which makes her unpredictable and sometimes she could be as gentle and tender as she once was. Though admittly it is almost impossible to know which mood holds the throne
of her twisted mind.
❣ The Real Story
Cosset Rosamond was once a fair princess with the blessings of four wise woman, but none of her first three blessings where anything like her fourth divine gift. Though she had not a clue of her fourth and final blessing since her parents feared this blessing and called it a curse and there was little they could do to prevent the wise woman's words from coming to pass. But that didn't stop cosset from becoming a charming young lady, and the most gentle creature to walk her fairy tale kingdom.Her voice alone could sooth a conflict and she was often called to become a medium as she was known to be fare. Admittedly time trickled by and when her eighteenth birthday arrived it was time for Cosset to be married. But it just couldn't be any Prince, It had to be a Prince of princes. And her Father heard rumors of a Prince that could fit his standards to marry his beloved daughter. INDENTUnfortunately little did they know these rumors where no longer truth, as the Prince's many years of campaigning had transformed the young soul into something hideous and corrupt. Sadly no one would come to learn of this poor judgment until it was much to late for anyone to do anything as it was law, "till death do them part".Cosset was his to do with as he willed, and in many demonstrations of his power he had tainted the her purity. Though none knew the extent of Cossets descent into madness, for she told none of her cruel encounters with prince charming, but that too would be laid out bare in front of the royal court. As winter solstice arrived the small fairy tale kingdom celebrated the longest night of the year as it was custom, a time of joy and endowing love. Though for Cosset the holiday would prove to be nightmare when he caught her staring at another man. INDENT It drive him nearly rabid that something that belonged to him would take an interest in someone else and in his illogical rage he curled his fingers into her golden hair. Snatched her head back and pried her eye from her socket in attempts to prove he owned her. if only he had know that it was her brother that her eyes drifted to and It was this that awoken the hellish beast that laid dormant in Cosset. With in time the beast would devour what was left of her innocents, but for now she found solace in her dreams.As time withered by so did Cosset, that is until her old nanny spoke of the forth wise woman. This shocked Cosset enough that she swung herself at the elderly matron and nearly strangled her until the truth spilled from her lips. INDENT Her final gift would no doubt save what was left her mind and give her the blood she has been thirsting for. After weeks of scheming and planning the night she had been longing for had finally arrived. Excitement raged one victim after another fell into her deadly gasp. When the castle was finally as if everyone was slumbering, though is reality Cosset had already cast them into her new kingdom of nightmares and the last one to go would be her prince. As she slipped through his chamber door Cosset had lead a trail of blood straight to his bed had. when his eyes drifted open for his slumber. Immediately alarmed by the blood soaked princess that stood over him and when he cried out for help for it only to be in vain.Cosset couldn't help but feel a certain gratifying feeling as she wrapped her fingers around his neck and pulled him into her kiss before she slowly carved the still beating heart from his chest, forever locking him in and endless sleep which she controlled completely. INDENT However the massacre did not end there, the monster in her mind craved for more carnage and only then she would be granted peace. So Cosset continued her blood shedding madness as she cut down her entire kingdom until finally she was stopped by the wise women by way of sleep.For years she slept only allowed to view the world through mirrors to pass the time and entertaining her self with unaware near by sleeping victims, by twisting their dreams into awful nightmares. twenty years had passed of this perpetual routine, when something changed. Cosset was awaken by the rupture of the barrier that balanced the delicate state she was in. Though her awakening was far from happy when she learned her tale of horror had been perverted by lies. Enraged at first she soon learned of the two queens and her convulsed gave way to tickled pink in hopes she could be some use, but only time will tell what will happen.
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[This modified design by: Rasquathena] Story told by:DamnationOfAlice
you probably thought I wouldn't get this far..
you probably thought That I'd Never Escape...
Waking up alone, when I was left to die
Blood Blood Blood Pump Mud through my veins
Comfort, it was such foreign word though dear Cosset could still remember the feeling of it, and in this place where up was down, clocks counted backwards and mirrors are the windows to endless possibility's. This was the closest thing she knew to be comfort. Though it did get lonely from time to time and new playmates where hard to come by these days and the ones she had already captured where dull and for the most part lifeless. Wrapping her arms tightly around the object in her arms she began to curl up that is until the object spoke in a smothered speech," MmMmm MMMmm". This shocked her for a second until she moved her arms to show that the object she was cradling was a head, her husband's head. When she moved her arms the man sighed in relief ,"I maybe dead and just a head, but air would be nice ever now and then!!". Cosset giggle as she looked down at the disembody head,"Well its not my fault, You decided you were going to give me the silent treatment" she said in her defense as her smile concealed the raw malice she contained for him. The only real reason why she kept him was just out of pure boredom and he was the only one that didn't just float around like a zombie. Charming knew that smile all to well and if he didn't give her second to cool he would risk being the kick ball and the splitting headache that came with it, But one of the mirrors was glowing faintly and if he did not point it out the headache would be insured so without fail he pointed it out," Cosset over there that mirror has something to show you". Without hesitation she looked turning all her attentions towards the mirror with excitement. It was not often the mirrors had something important enough to show her to actually glow.
Blurred at first like a disturbed pond desperate to retain its once still composure before clearing like a blue sky after a storm to show a glimpse of what has come to pass. Short but worth while images that collaborated into making on detailed conclusion, the clock was ticking. As the images faded a twisted grin appeared," Oh the excitement..exciting oh so exciting!" she began to sing out as she jumped up off her thrown and danced. She danced and twirled around and around along the marbled floor then onto the walls until she ended up on the ceiling winded by all the dancing. Though her joy faded just as fast as it came when she looked at the dizzy prince she held in her arms. He never was a good dance partner," How dull" she said in a sigh before releasing her grip on him knowing full well that the laws of gravity apply only to him here. As he fell Cosset grinned ear to ear as she watched him collide with the unforgiving floor.
The scene unfolded much like a glass of red wine shattering and spilling across the white marble floor painting it in red. The room was only silent for a short seconded before she showered the room with giggles," Oh how silly of you to paint the roses red!" she said as she came down as well only to land on her feet. As she stared at the grisly scene she tilted her head to the side and whispered,"And all the kings men and all the kings horses couldn't put humpdy dumpy together again...But then again I am not the king now am I". Raising her hand up it was purely through her will that shattered bone began to move as if time was reversing itself and with a few more moments the prince was put back together again. Though clearly he did not find it as thrilling as Cosset did but there was little he could do in this world where she was god. Though when the clock chimed its hour Cosset looked up with at with a groan. The time for her to awaken had come so with a sigh she closed her eyes.
As the sun fluttered through the shattered window murals and painted the clutter of dust and broken shambles of a castle. Of course there she was wrapped in tattered sheets and pale golden locks streamed over that shabby Victorian style sofa. Letting her ocean deep eye's slowly open she couldn't but sneer at how bright everything was, it was just too much to handle for her as she pulled the sheet over her head and buried her head into her furry stuffed friend. Though there was little comfort in that since the sun still poked through the torn holes in the blanket and with a howl of defeat she hurled herself out of her slumbering state and onto her feet. Though unfortunately her balance was still a foe to be conquered as she tumbled back on to the sofa." How bothersome" she hissed before she tired again this time with more care.
"MARK", a voice echoed out from the crowed of people before a slight slap across his back brought him froth from his day dreaming. " How is it when I mange to loose myself to my thoughts your always there to fish me right out", Mark said with a touch of annoyance in his voice as he turned to face the source of his disturbance. It was Ethan, his self proclaimed friend and his tormentor at the same time. He was standing there with his arms crossed at his chest and giving Mark a less then persuadable look on his face which only meant that dragging him to this flea market wasn't the end of Mark's torture. How he despised being in crowed places but at least he had the pleasure of looking at their wears and trinkets, Especially one vender who was selling clock work figures that danced and pirouetting across the table. But before he could take a closer look at them Mark felt himself being dragged off further and further by his one track minded friend. " Come on Mark, stop gawking at silly toys and come with me, will ya", Ethan said with a sigh as he pulled the reluctant Mark until finally he caved and followed him. There was no fighting Ethan when he had his mind set on something, a lesson he learned on his travels with the young naive man." Where is it that your taking me Ethan?", Mark asked as he weaved in and out of the crowded of people Ethan was leading him through until soon the crowed grew less and less, and soon even the sound of chatter and machinery diminish to complete silence. This eerie quiet was unsettling to Mark, it was enough to give him a shock when Ethan finally responded to him,"Right, so this is it...and try not to stare anyone in the eye". Puzzled Mark nodded as he watch Ethan open a door that was cleverly blended into the wall meant for people who only know of it's existence. But how did Ethan know of this door, and why was he acting suspicious all of a sudden?, Mark couldn't help but to ask himself as he walked into the dark room.
The place was dimly lite with a candle here and there, and the cries of abominations and chains echoed in his ears. What exactly did he walk into? As he walked along the winding halls the roars of terrifying creatures become louder until he came upon the a large room open in space with a few cages occupying the area along with a few people, whom to say the least were no doubt well endowed. Dressed in their finest the moved from cage to cage examining on what was in side. There was no doubt in his mind...This was the black trade he had heard about. A place where you can find the rarest of creatures and buy them provided you had the coin...But why was he here? Turning his head he gave Ethan a glare but Ethan only shrugged it off with a grin before pushing him to view the first cage," Come on Mark, your always talking about how your place is empty, and with one of these babies that problem could be easily fixed!" Though when Mark had a good look at the first creature he wasn't sure how a Naga was going to warm his home since it was a cold blooded creature. The half snake half woman was ferocious as it rattled its tail and hissed at Mark though he couldn't help but stare, She was lovely in a way with her sun kissed skin and eyes that glimmered like emeralds. Though no matter how lovely she was there was no way he was going to have a snake over run his home. So he moved to his next, then to the next, and kept moving until he reached the last cage, when he approached the cage it was obvious that this one was different clearly by how there was a crowd of people around it. Either this beast was horrifyingly ugly or extremely exotic, though when he got a good look at what was inside.
It was a woman, with long snow white hair with ebony bangs that covered her pale face, lips that were full and painted lavender shade. She was dressed in silk and steel with a collar around her neck, But she still was breath taking enough that Mark barely noticed her ivory horns and pointed tail. " nineteen-hundred gold pieces for the white demon!" A man yelled as he stepped forth from the crowed, then another competed against his price, then another. It was a complete bidding war for the quiet demon that sat in the cage as if she couldn't care less. It was then he felt a slight nudge at his arm that brought Mark out from the captivating demon," Mark...What are you doing, if you just stand there gawking at the girl your gonna lose her!". He was right there was something about that woman that sparked and interest he had not felt in what seem like ages, though it was not enough for him to spend a small fortune on her. When the auctioneer called for last bids the creature stood and moved forward as if she was bidding for someone else to claim her. As she wrapped her hands around the iron bars she pressed herself against them before titling her head slightly letting her ebony bangs fall to the side enough for Mark to see that she was staring at him with those piercing blue sapphire eyes and that was all he needed to step forth," I bid fifty thousand...". Silence fell upon the crowed before the auctioneer shouted "sold" and for a split second he though he saw a grin spread across her face...
<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸℘ainting on the ℘orcelain¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>> ღNicknames: Baby ღAge: 98 ღEye Color: deep pink, or honey ღHair Color: cotton candy pink ღHeight: '5"4 ღQuirks: She can removed feelings of dread and aliments unto herself.
<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸The ℳechanism ℐnside¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>> ღBefore Death: Bella was a Noblemen's daughter, lavished in rich silks and the finest jewels coin could buy she was the rose of everyone's envy. Though none of that matter much to dear Bella as she found comfort in the company of the Doll Maker and his lovely dolls. But her Father's increased greed would soon destroy her, and when she found out he would marry her off to a crude man like a cheap whore; She fled from her home and into the Doll Makers arms. Though there was little he could do to stop her from taking her own life ღAfter Death: Shortly after Bella awoke into her new life, she had no memory of the things that conspired in her human life and all she knew was that the Doll Maker was her Father. She felt nothing but great love for the man. Her new Father doted on her as she was his first new creation, as time passed her creator made more like her, new dolls for his child to play with. Bella was the first to welcome each of the dolls as they woke up, and she explained everything they needed to know before they met Father. It was some time later when Bella began to remember what had happened to her in human life, it had such a great effect on her that she within herself. It devastated the poor doll, all which had unraveled in her past. It wasn't until the creation of Lynaire that brought her back from the isolation, she needed to be around Lyn. The Unfinished was what she needed to heal. ღLoves:Tea Party's, Dress-up, The Unfinished, Hollow, Singing ღFears: The Dark, Being Alone, Loud noises, fighting, Pain ღPersonality: Sweeter then sugar Bella has a soft gentle nature. She feels things more intensely then rest of the dolls, and her depth of compassion is unmatched. Though she can be awkward around people and doll's alike it's unmistakable that her stage name is perfect match as she is most childish then the rest.
♩♪♫♬ ❝Follow Sweet Children, I'll Show Thee The Way
Through All The Pain And The Sorrows❞♬♫♪♩
<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸ℱlesh of ℳan¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>> ღNicknames: Doll Maker, Creator, Father ღAge: Actual 200 ღEye Color: Red ღHair Color: Ebony Black ღHeight: '6"8 ღWeight: 198 ღQuirks: Doesn't like anyone touching his doll's, he is extremely overly protective of them all.
<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸ℐ ℋold in myℋeart¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>> ღYour Story:Luscious hadn't always been such a cautious, and distant man that he is today. He once smiled and laughed alongside his beautiful wife, and his two remarkable children, he lead an average and happy life. Though that was too soon cut short when he denied a wretched rich girl. After that day he had changed and not for the better, he began to drink more, and his lust for life dwindled until he found himself laying in a puddle waiting for the reaper to take his life, but the reaper never came for him; it was something far more worse than death which came for him. She said her name was Lilith and she wanted to make a deal, the power to recreate life for his soul. He scoffed at the outrageous deal, but none the less he accepted it; and soon after this strange encounter his lust for life returned to him and he went back to work. Creating and crafting was his life now, but that even that changed when he become acquainted with Bella Cossetta the nobleman's daughter. Though she was very different than the rest of the little rich girls, she was much kinder then anyone he had ever met. Though tragedy seemed to be always lurking around the corner. Bella took her own life before his eyes. His heart sank deep down in his chest as he held her lifeless body in his arms, it was then he realized the gift that woman bestowed upon him, and the things the he could do with it. ღDesires:To see his Doll's smile, Watch them Perform, Bella's Tea Parties ღFears: Death Taking His Doll's, His Past, The Future, Outsiders, Loosing Control ღPersonality: A quiet man most of the time, he likes to watch his dolls from a distance and only intervenes when it was necessary. He has cold exterior which keeps him from bonding with his Dolls. Luscious cares for them deeply and would go to the ends of the world to protect them.
♩♪♫♬ ❝As you fade into the night,Who will tell the story of your life?❞♬♫♪♩