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The Dreaded Warning
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PostPosted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 3:37 pm


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Welcome to The Enigmatic Mansion

Deep within the endless forests of Russia lies an unknown mansion. Within the winding corridors of this mansion dwells countless beings, forsaken to both the living and the dead alike. The halls, constantly moving, lead to dead ends at times and the doors open to the outside, letting their victims drop. Many have perished within the house, their tormented souls living on as flickering lights in empty rooms. Candles, lining some of the shadowy halls, extinguish without cause. Screams of terror resonate within the mansion, only to be sharply ended, never heard again. Doors slam and chairs are lie on their sides. At times one can spot a red tint to the floors, which vary from wood to marble. Often, a scream is heard echoing throughout the dreary halls, despite the fact that the victim's blood was spilled centuries ago. Paintings plaster the walls, and the ceilings....well one must keep their eyes up.



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PostPosted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 3:38 pm


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And here are a few notes...

I have no layout for the mansion, but what I can tell you is that there are no sports areas in or around it. That means that there are no basketball courts, football fields, tennis courts, bowling places, etc. I've left the creation of this house up to anyone who roleplays on this thread.


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The Dreaded Warning
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The Dreaded Warning
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PostPosted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 3:48 pm


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Username: The Dreaded Warning
Character Name: Alt Vinzenz
Date/Time of Birth: December 12, 1902 / 15:47:21
Gender: Male
Species/Race of Character: Vampire
Bio: Alt is a highly respected Nazi general. He was once to married, but he has no children. Born in Berlin, his family died in a fire and he was put in an orphanage at the age of three. A German Captain, who died before the Nazis came to be, adopted him and taught him all about warfare and weaponry. All he did when he was little was shoot guns, do chores, and make his body strong. General Vinzenz worked his way through the ranks and became known for his battle strategies. Then he disappeared. Well, that's what everyone else thought. A soviet vampire found him in the middle of the night and chomped down on his wrist. Vinzenz dealt with the changes in secret and never returned to his troops until the war was over. The only way they were going to escape the hell that was to be brought upon them was if their general took it upon himself to bite them. Now his troops travel in the night and bite down on closet Nazis. Hitler's plan will be finished.
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Username: MysterMe
Character Name: Mikael Petrov
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Species/Race of Character: Human

Bio: Mikael was born in St. Petersburg, and he grew up listening to his Babushka tell tales of the monsters and magic of ancient Russia. She told him of the Vampyr, of the wicked sorcerer Rasputin, of Baba Yaga and Vasilisa the Brave and Beautiful, of Czernobog and Belobog, the brother-gods of the dark winter and the bright spring. His father did not feel such stories were proper for a young man to hear, and believed that only hard facts and harder work would bring his boy up right. He was a strict man, often harsh, though he was not cruel, and he did truly care for his son. Once he learned to read, Mikael would sneak away from his chores at the first opportunity, to read the many old books that lined the walls of the their family home. He eventually went to Moscow, to study Folklore at the University. It was there he discovered that everything he had read about, all the tall tales and legends, were true. At least in part.

A strange woman had approached him while he was working on his thesis, claiming to be a member of the faculty who wished to advise him. They had many conversations before Mikael discovered that although this woman had indeed once been a professor at the University, she had died over twenty years ago. However, he did not panic. If anything, he was overjoyed to discover that there was truth to the stories. Slowly, delicately, he brought the subject up indirectly, letting her know that he knew. At one point, she confessed her true nature as a Vampyr and asked him outright if he wanted to become one of them. He politely declined, and she left, not even attempting to feed on him, as a “matter of courtesy”, she said. But she left him with a very clear warning never to reveal the existence of her kind.

After that incident, Mikael’s curiosity and drive to know the secret nature of the world increased tenfold. He became a field researcher for the University, and spent every waking hour either poring over his books, or seeking out subjects throughout Russia. Slowly, he became initiated into the occult world beneath the surface of the everyday. He had to be careful not to put too much of what he knew into his writing, which became more and more difficult with each passing day. Eventually, he left the University (and was, in part, forced to by suspicious and superstitious colleagues).

He began to pick up many skills, as well. His Babushka had always told him that he was special, that he could see what others couldn’t. As he explored this strange new world, he found his subtle senses becoming sharper and stronger. And he began to learn the secret of secrets: Magic. He pieced spells and rituals together from the books he studied and the “people” he talked to. Much of it was useless or misleading, but he waded through it to get to what was real. On the way, he also picked up a number of “magic” tricks and illusions, and is currently working as both a stage magician and a freelance researcher and investigator of paranormal phenomena. His most recent leads have all pointed to a mysterious mansion that lies deep in the heart of an ancient forest...

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Username: [Spirit_of_Fire]
Character Name: Anton Donatien Mercer
Age: 200's
Gender: Male
Species/Race of Character: Wendigo
Bio: Born in a small village near Montreal during the 19th century, Anton Donatien Mercer was born into an aristocratic family, along with his brother Leon. They were not only attractive, but both were intelligent individuals with interests in nature, Anton in flora and Leon in fauna. However, Anton's one fatal flaw was his curiosity, and as such he always wanted to learn as much about plantlife as he could. One day Anton suggested that he and Leon venture out into the Canadian wilderness so as to get up-close looks at nature. Getting him to go with him, everything went smoothly until they both got caught in a freak blizzard.
Finding refuge in a cave, both tried to wait out the storm, but it lasted for many days. Leon caught pneumonia because of their conditions, and because they were cut off from civilization, he died. After a day or two, Anton, desperate and starving, ate his brothers corpse in a desperate attempt to prolong his life. Because of this act, he had become a Wendigo; a cannibal that attains critical flesh and gains additional "lives" for every person he consumes. Driven mad by this and the death of his brother, he fled the cave in the direction of his village, "dying" once along the way. Upon reaching his village, he went on a feeding spree and devoured every single person in his village. With nothing else to live for, he roamed the Canadian countryside, devouring many people before eventually learning that he could partially sate himself by drinking the blood of animals. He eventually became bored with the country, and stowed himself away on a Russia-bound supply ship. Consuming other people in his wake upon reaching Russia, he eventually founf the mansion deep within the woods. He had then decided to call it his new home, away from large numbers of people, but still enough to keep his hunger satisfied.
Appearance: Anton Donatien Mercer



Username: VampiricGypsy92
Character Name: Scarlet Scythe
Age: 3000 years
Gender: Female
Species/Race of Character: Vampire/Lycan hybrid
Bio: Born a slave in Egypt, Scarlet lived as a slave until her master tried to murder her because of her knowledge of an illegal act he committed. She slayed him and went on a rampage. Egypt, to an extent, was destroyed. Scarlet vanished afterwards and was never seen there again. Now she dwells in the mansion for peace from the world outside. Scarlet keeps to herself and is polite when she is confronted.
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Username: - Bitchin Cheezee -
Character Name: Nina Reza Moody
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Species/Race of Character: Human, as far as she knows at the moment.
Bio:Though Nina Reza swears by the penalty of death that she doesn't remember her past, it lays deep, deep in her subconscious. At the age of five, her father left her mother, but was quickly replaced with a man named Gary, her stepfather. Once a week, she would be abused, her mother quickly turning to alcohol for comfort. When she was seventeen, Gary attempted to rape her, but before he got Nina undressed, he passed out, his blood-alcohol level somewhere around .22. By that time, she slipped into a long, and massive depression, once a week barely moving, her whole body shaking as she made complex plans to end it all. Eventually, Gary got sick of her. When she asked to be dropped off at a friend's house, he agreed, and started to drive her. After about thirty minutes, Nina realized he was going the wrong way. Suddenly stopping, her told her to get out and never come back home. For about an hour, they yelled back and forth until Gary lost his patience, taking a tire iron to the back of her head, effectively knocking her unconcious. Then he drove until he saw a mansion, simply shoving her out of the door and driving off, leaving her there.
Appearance: Minus freddy claws and top hat(at the moment).

PostPosted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 3:53 pm


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UPDATES!


This thread is considered revived! smile
06/15/14 09:32 CST
Someone should have told me how much of a whiney princess I sounded like on this thread.
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The Dreaded Warning
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PostPosted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 7:35 pm


((Surprise and shock has filled my veins as I come to g=find I am still in this thread...I shall victory dance later with soda and lolipops. Wonder if I should join another forum on here....))


Kitsune stirred, having suddenly opened her light liquid eyes to find the last rays of the sun fading. "Drat it all that I am cursed to get up and move....damn aristocrats and their sence of time." She slid her legs to the side, letting her feet touch the floor, cursing at the sheer freezing cold wood. This wa not to be a good day.

As she did her...evening ritual of bathing, and hygene stuff, she thought of her new toy. A nice cafty switchblade, big, yet light, handcrafted with the lightest of metals, now tampered with to shoot out like a bullet. She had bout six, at a good price, having sold her famous wine. She would make more in due time. For now she would wonder about the manision, and find someone to comunicate with.
PostPosted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 6:37 pm


((Ok lets get this party started! No being shy post and be loved.))

A lissome grace carved the steps of her gait, fluid as water bracing the ground with every push forward. Soon only bringing the temptress to leak forth from the threshold of the bar , her presence demanding attention and this is how she would prefer it. Dramatically (of course) her amethyst hued coat billowed off to her sides taking a life of their own in the air before settling back down to frame her Junoesque form which was only clad in a perverse corset that did little to hide but only accented the buxom of her breast, then clung tight to her waist to give her that craved hourglass figure. The smell of sin was within the atmosphere coming to greet her so blatantly that those sins teased upon her nostrils, heaving the ambrosial flavor of it in with heavy breaths that exhaled in a warmed honey in cloud. It was delectable, this scent, that sent a wave of shudders through her spine all the way to the bottom of her toes, hair standing at odds end. It was scent that tasted just as the forbidden fruit of Eden did, damning thousands for just one moment of satisfaction. Odd how that such things could put her on the brink of a consumed yearned, a succubus indeed. Demons were near, that was this smell.

To embrace the delicious feeling that put Vyeve in such a vulnerable state, she laced her arms around her body scooping up her breasts then dropping them to let their lush bounce. Then she'd moved to tickle at that sweetly sensitive flesh of her thighs, invoking a blush onto herself. Selfish.. for she only looked to please her and some just happen to have the same interest. But It had been so long since she felt the touch of another and the explanation for her desire -could- be that she was deprived and hungry. Though Vy were a lady none the less and she regained her composure, erecting her spine into the proper form, bringing her arms to her side to less the long strands of her raven hair dance upon her flesh. It was now that one might see her true pulchritude of emerald eyes that gleamed with a coaxing aura, tresses of gold for hair that curled only slightly to play against her porcelain face of supple lips. Her body being full of bountiful curves that showed themselves proudly to any who dared look, and this face made bared a wicked smile upon her visage, turning her demeanor into a taunting site. Whispers ran into her head whore, slut, and dirty but all were not true, carrying herself with an undeniable elegance that perhaps the finest of beings would have. It was her carnage, her nature, being a succubus. Waiting she took in all the details of the lovely place and it's assortment of people that looked just as lovely to her. Lovely indeed, and it made her senses swirl in undeniable wanting.

Vyeve

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PostPosted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 12:20 pm


Kitsune slowly stretched, her slender, dancer body bending in positions that would make even the best felxible person jealous, but the most flexable person was her. As she twisted her body, she though suddenly of swwet food, an apple. She would have to go down to the kitchen to get one.

She sighed as she un twisted herself, the tension she had felt for days finally gone, her long blond hair let loose to slither down her back, and cascade like a waterfall at her feet. At that moment she was completely nude, standing in front of her little closet, intencly trying to decide what she should wear, if anything at all, she didn't think anyone would mind, her body was certainly desiravle enough, from her porcelin skin, her light pink lips, her deep liquid aqua eyes, to her slender frame, breast big enough for one to have two hands on it, her tiny waist, her more sencitive areas, and her long athleticly smooth legs. Hadr to believe she was "16".


She smiled her vivacious smile, her small, delicate arms slding into the closet and pulled out a lime-green corset, which was tight around her breasts, making them look more ful and busting out. She then slid ona short gothic dress, something only seen in fasion shows, being strapless, the lacey fringe of her corset revealed, the dress snug to her lustful body, her bare legs only enhancing her features, making her more alluring, wanted. With little black ribbons, and at the bottom swaying out at her hips, even with a small red butterfly where her nipples were, she was stunning. No need for makeup, not even her laced, black ballet slippers, she glided out of the room as if she owned the place.

As she slinked along the hall, whispering flowed to her ears, of hushed gasped, of murmmers of delight, envy, and even hissed remarks of outsider, freak, were sweet music to her. She didn't care for others, she stayed here for one purpose, which was becuase of it's dark sadistic way of chilling her blood, exciting her. She hadn't even been here long, and already she was awed, shunned, and praised. What a way to make her feel happy.
She then entered the bar/kitchen, and questioned what she wanted. Was she craving ice cream, with sweet chocolate syrup, whip cream, and a cherry? Or did she want strawberries in chocolate? Or just a Granny Smith's apple, sour, yet sweet. She pursed her lips in agitation, her gaze flicking to somone else. A women of perfect statue posture sat some feet from herself, someone exotic, someone arousing her attention. She turned her full face to the woman, her thoughts on food forgotten. Maybe she could ask this woman to help her chose? But this woman was way to magnificant, Kitsune felt under dressed, she felt self concious, she was nothing compared to this woman. She strided towrds her.
PostPosted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 1:34 pm


The extravagant frame of full lips that the succubus bared twitched, pulling up at the corners to let a brilliant smile be revealed. Hardly to say that this smile, lovely smile was rare upon the features of this succubus, more genuine then the normal egotistical facade that was worn to allure the even more primitive male minds... males only being simple creatures of the visual sense. Ah, in eyes of others the succubus was made to allure... was art sculptured with feelings that consumed one whole and notions that tempted even angels to fall. Now for the cause of this smile, a haphazard woman with a more charming aura about her had Vyeve captivated with every duck and curve to her body... natural beauty. Something that one might prefer to Vy's own wild and blatantly evil appearance. Flabbergasted, Vy would let out a quaint gasp of honeyed air through gaping lips that conformed back into the smile after. The darling was walking to her, smile broadening.

Taking a few even paced steps deeper into the room the succubus came to meet the girl, swooping a hand down to brace the girl's own hand… bending at the torso as a leg dragged forward for a intricate bow. More of a male custom, but for this pulchritude nothing seemed to be more suiting. Bringing that delicate form of the girl's hands up to her lips Vy would place a genteel kiss upon the flesh of it, letting the burning essence linger there to let a taste of Vyeve be known. What an ambrosial moment, the flavor and smell both being delish onto Vyeve and it thrilled the succubus. Though within a moment she would erect her body once more into the proper stance of a lady. Her eyes peering down to the girl who was by no doubt shorter than she. Vy stared into her with a mesmeric gaze that was meant seer into her, chartreuse eyes digging into her soul to have an ever-deeper taste. One might think it rude for the succubus to so vigorously pry into one's mind, but for an explanation one can never resist such a pure sight. Wanting to relish the girl... but thinking over wise, which was hardly known of the succubus to do, she would become heavy lidded eith a luminescent glow taking up upon the shape of her cheeks. Speaking out with an ethereal voice that dances in the air with condescending pitches Vyeve spoke the girl.


"Evening, my dear madame. Might I help you?"

Vyeve

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PostPosted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 2:48 pm


Upon being greeted to such extent as a queen, Kitsune was delighted, though she was customed to keeping her emotions secluded. The woman before her was certainly a goddess, her whole being alluring, even to Kitsune, who rarely took to anybody, or anything for that matter. To say, she was stunned, more likely captured into the woman's spell. Though she had trained herself very well not to allow herself to be swooned by anyone, by any means, here she was tempted to do something scandolous, which she has been known to do before. A shame that she was trying to act proper, she could just not, throw it away, but unfortunately, her mother, a well respected woman, was not one Kitsune was ready to upset, or cause her disdain from her peaceful grave.

Though her face stayed the way it was, a child-like innocent smile, her eyes lightened, and stared right back at the woman's boring gaze, loving the touch of the woman, and the scent, did she detect honey? And when the woman kissed her hand, she had to keep herself from blushing, from scooting closer to the woman, after all, she was ladylike, to a point. She calmly collected herself, straightening and curtseying, her smile changing to a child like angel of grace, as her voice, light and smooth, almost bell-like, thoughit was second soprano. It was like a soft whispering innocent child, with a slight sing song hint, and a more rich, vibrant mellow tone.
"Oui, I was wondering what I decide, I'm just not much of a decision maker to be entirely honest. I would really like an apple, a bright green one, the bitterseet kind, yet I crave some sweet vinalla ice cream with warm hot fudge, and light whip cream, with maybe even a cherry. Or maybe a bowl of strawberries in chocolate? I just can't decide."

She gave a fake exhasperated sigh, her eyes flicking to the floor guiltily, her smile more of a grin, a light blush on her pale cheeks. She then looked to the woman, lightly grabbing her hand. She didn't know what the woman would think, and certainly Kitsune didn't care, she was not going to let good company escape. She took a step closer and gave a puppy-like pleading look. "Please help me decide..please?"
PostPosted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 1:53 pm


Absolutely beguiled yet mused at the same time for the simplicity causing such a meeting. The succubus being a creature of sexual taunting was not accustom to one so eagerly coming up to her for the mere question of ice-cream. Though, Vy had to admit that even this had it charm.. so innocent and it smelt into the air ravishingly. Not being able to hold back a snicker, the succubus lips would part to let out another air for a poor attempt of a laugh. Tilting a hip off to the side, a move that exaggerated her already buxom curves, Vy would lift a hand to let a finger tap upon her chin as if she were in deep thought. Humming for a moment as the clicks of her finger kept time with seconds, the succubus's face went alight as if she had discovered the problem to the so called disaster. Bringing her hands down to clasp it with her other, one clap would be heard jittering her body for a moment to let her golden strands of raven hair go amess to her already "just crawled out of bed" look.

"Oh! But why deny yourself the pleasures of all. Granted in small proportions, I think both you and I could handle the utter sweet flavor of all these assorted choices."

Words were beauty that floated into the air as poetry, each vowel lingering with a lyrical daze that could leave one hypnotized. Vy's words only accented this truth of words with her perfectly articulate voice that seemed to make the words not only words but a sing bird song. Natural it was for her make everything more.. to indulge in everything whether it be a sin or something welcomed by god. Perhaps this is why her kind were known as demons for even sin tasted so sweet, and her instincts were to get what she wanted. To live every moment within a whirling pit of desire that had no satisfactory end so while even satisfying herself the succubus were left wanting more. Letting out another laugh, VY would wrap an arm around the small frame of the child to let her flesh run it's a flamed touch along the girl's own flesh. Some say the fired feeling was the sin leaking forth from her body to pull others into it's ecstasy.

"Come now, lets be away to the kitchen!"

Vyeve

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PostPosted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 2:38 pm


Kit smiled and noded to the woman's request, amazed on how she had spoke of all, and not just one. Who was this woman, so beautiful, so lovely mysterious. Kit was taken aback, so she flashed a smile, and let slip her bell-like laugh, letting the womanwrap her arm around her, feeling the warmth, a light bluch splashing accross her cheecks. She was flustered beyond belief.
PostPosted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 7:21 pm


Scarlet cooked herself a small meal in the kitchen and cleaned up after herself. She went up to her room, pasting them. She nodded and bowed slightly at them before heading up to her room to eat her breakfast. She sighed once she was in her room, the one place, she could be herself. She turned on her stereo and heard gentle piano music playing, she sipped her coffee.

She kept the lights dim as she preferred the darkness over light. She ate while deep in thought. Once she finished her food, she read the newspaper. Some guy was on the front, but she didn't read. She never did, she only looked for the comics. The world was dull to her as they were in a cycle, peace then war and peace. It reminded her too much of the ancient world, she was raised in.

She made a fire in her fireplace and lounged on her bed with a good book. She opened it to see Egyptian writing on the pages, it was her native language and one she'd never forget. There were many things that she'd want to forget, but her native language was not one of them. She was quickly entranced by the story and was off in her own world. A world where she was raised and treated kindly, sadly it wasn't real.

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- Bitchin Cheezee -

PostPosted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 9:28 pm


[[ I might not reply every single day on this RP. Once Poison is completed, that is going to be my main priority, but I'll certainly reply to this one every other day, or on bad days, once every three days. ]]

Bright emerald eyes softly flickered open as Nina slowly awoke, the side of her head aching like no other, throbbing, the waves going through her whole body before focusing on her head once more, only to do it again. A look of confusion quickly showed itself on her face as she looked up at the cealing, then the back of the couch that she rested upon. Slowly, she sat up before carefully moving a shaking hand behind her head, touching the aching spot on her head. As soon as she did so, her eyes turned wide, she withdrew her hand, and bit into her lip roughly in one, swift motion. Slowly, she curled up, resting her forehead on her knees, the throbbing growing stronger after she touched the spot. From the small contact, she concluded that her skull was not cracked open, and that she had bled before, but no longer. A medium sized gash, she suspected, healed now, meaning it had been awhile since she had been given it.

Thinking hard, she tried to remember how she got it, and why she was in such a fancy mansion. After a few moments, she sighed, shaking her head before trying to remember something easier. Her schools name. Before long, she realized she didn't remember it. Mother's name, father's name, where she lived... All forgotten. All that she could seem to remember was that her name was Nina, she was 19, and she had a nasty habit of smoking once or twice a day, not wanting to stress her lungs too much. A soft sigh rolled out of her lush lips as she took the crumbled up carton and pulled a single stick out of it, placing it in her lips before taking out a box of matches out of her other pocket, quickly lighting it. After taking a long drag from it, feeling a bit of the tension in her shoulders loosening, she peeked in the carton, cursing quietly to herself.

"Damn... Only four left." Nina said in a hoarse, worn voice that surpised even herself. It was as if her voice was tired from... screaming and yelling the day before. Though, she didn't remember doing such a thing. ...Well... She didn't even remember her best friend's name, so it's not that surprising that she wouldn't remember an event that happened before her injury.
PostPosted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 7:42 am


[[ D; This place might die, too. >.< ]]

- Bitchin Cheezee -


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PostPosted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 8:23 am


A dark raven sat a top of the white-brick wall that surrounded the mansion’s garden. His dark, beady eyes stared down at the girl sitting down beside the large fountain in the center of the garden. It seemed that he though her, the intruder, instead of the other way around. Glancing over her shoulder, the girl narrowed her sharp, jade coloured eyes on him, “It’s been three weeks since you appeared, you’d think by now you’d realize that I am not leaving,” she said coolly, her voice was smooth. Her long oak curls swayed along her back as she shook her head, turning she dipped her fingers into the freezing water of the fountains pool. A slow smile spread along her full pink pout as she swirled her finger in a small circle.

The sun was beginning to set in the sky, her eyes lifted from the falling water to the sky above the wall, getting up she wiped her fingers on the dark emerald green dress she was wearing. It was an older style, lace up in the back, full skirts that swished around her ankles and the top was cut in the French style. A silver locket hung from her neck, around her hips was a belt; a long sword was tucked into it. “Another evening falls…another potential nightmare looms…”
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