I’m So Faded

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Eye Shadow & extra Bobbles- Zibska ~ Tuesday (Unik)

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BathTub & Flowers- Camdem – A Moment in Time (Cosmopolitan)
*Flowers only come in Purple but I happen to be in a “Blue Phase” so*

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It’s All in Your Head

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Hair- Tableau Vivant // Falling hair Gacha – Shortfall (Store)

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Finger Art- \//.VoluptasVirtualis – Ophelia (TSS)
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Lipstick- Zibska ~ Trib Lips (Ironwood Hills)

You call Me too Girly… I say One of a Kind

Featured Items: Zibska ~ Ariad (Senses)

~No Story Included~

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Nameless and Faceless

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Fading Out

Featured Items: Zibska ~ Verad (FGC), [sYs] HOODOO Headress (TFC), & [White~Widow] Desierto (Cosmoplitan)

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Paudrons/Chestpiece/Halo- Zibska ~ Verad Gacha (FGC)
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Lipstick- Zibska ~ Verad Lips (FGC)

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[White~Widow] Desierto (Cosmoplitan)

I Want to Hold Your Hand

Featured Item: [White~Widow] Dune (We ❤ RP)

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[White~Widow] Dune (We ❤ RP)

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Petals- anc PetalRain (Store)

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Such a Little Thing

Featured Items: [White~Widow] Underworld (Cosmopolitan)  & Zibska ~ Blip (SaNaRae)

The Chorus of Lineyhamyn was tending to his home, a rare thing sometimes. He would go what seemed decades without returning, sometimes hundreds of years. What was time to one of the Chosen of the Eldarin, the demigods of the elven folk?

Chorus, beautiful and sleek, robed only in a loose white skirt, and with pale, styled hair and chains that bound his blindfold, lips and tongue and ears, linking all of his senses in symbiosis, shimmered in the soft white light of his home.

The Lelledornin trees, the white barked arbor creations that shimmered with the luminescence of the stars, surrounded his domicile. It was an open aired ‘home’ of rock and wood, stream and flower, tree and grass. The babble of the brook that slumbered its way around the meadow, and through his home had a tinkling music of its own against the ancient rocks in the stream. The wind sighed gently, and the leaves rustled in a soft sigh.

It was peaceful here.

Tranquil.

Home.

He strode, barefoot, across the land, graceful and sure, like he knew every blade of grass, every rock or stone hidden by moss or turf, and every roll of the land beneath his feet. The wind played with the alabaster skirt that wrapped his virile hips, streaming gently about his legs as he strode with grace over his domicile. The Mantle of Hands drifted behind him, scant inches near to him, connected to the elven deity in ways rhat were mysterious and profound.

He wanted, on some level, to just stop and roll in the grass, that seemed so aware and alive around him. The Sky and the Water, Air and Earth, the grass and the trees actually were aware of him. The Land was Alive. And it greeted him.

He came into the stone and tree circle of his main ‘room’ and there, a tree had woven its branches into a swing chair for him to sit, its soft and shimmering leaves like silk on the skin. He settled himself into the chair, and the Mantle, the many hands that floated behind him in the Celestial Mantle, drifted slightly farther behind him, as they always did, allowing him to move and sit comfortably, while each hand performed its task, continually, and without interruption despite what Chorus himself might be doing. They were an extension of him, and they had their purposes, which were difficult for mortals and elves alike to comprehend.

That was why he had taken on the mantle, though. Because he understood. And in the end, that is why the gods picked him to become something more than just an immortal elven warrior. They had called on him to become something far greater.

But sometimes, to ground himself, and not feel like had lost touch with the world he had been invested to defend, he came back to this place. His ‘home’. His sanctuary. Birds were singing from their gilded cage – they had long learned how to open the door to the mithril shelter that was hanging from the youngest Lelledornin tree. And the little twittering creatures sang the praises of the Chorus, happily greeting their benefactor, and telling him of the nests they had built, the eggs they had laid and hatched, and the family of the little singing birds that were singing his praises.

It was good what they said, and Chorus smiled. He held out a hand, and one of the youngest of the new adult birds fluttered down into his mithril taloned fingers, and he held out his lean, powerful hand, and cupped it like a treasure. The bird looked concerned for but a moment, as Chorus flexed his fingers, and the shimmering talons and all of the many arms of the Chorus flexed and made a similar gesture, their motions of strange and portentous expressions interrupted as the striking pale, tattooed warrior elf flexed his fingertips.

The bird let forth a single, piercingly beautiful note, and Chorus smiled gently, the chain on his lip clinking like the tiny ringing of silver bells as it tinkled against his skin.

“Your song pleases Me, “ The Chorus said to the little bird, who took the encouragement and started singing the “Song of Springtime and Lovers. “ Chorus watched the little creature, filling its little lungs, its little heart beating in fast time as it chirped and warbled and sang so sweetly.

It was so fragile and tiny, so vulnerable, like he had been before the Investment and the Choice. He was humbled for a moment, as he realized how precious this little life was. How unique and rare. How easily it could be destroyed. Just a gentle pulse of his hand, and it would be vaporized, disintegrated. Poof. No more little singing bird.

He gently let the bird flutter back up to the mithril home, and he sighed, as he patted the cage with a gentleness that belied the powers at his command. Awesome powers to reshape mountains, sink continents, or ravage the oceans themselves. Only recently, the Chorus had faced down one of the dark gods of the Orcs, Gargrumar, and sent the horrid destroyer and ravager of the Dark Lands back to his brooding pit, beneath his Master’s Mountain of Hate, Gorgrunashil.

He had battled for days. Or was it years? That was one of the things he needed to do, was to reconnect with time, and the land. To resync himself to the world that he loved and needed to protect. And he had to continue with the Grand Work. His own special project. One that would someday change the face of the universe for all creatures, great and small.

He looked down at his hand, even though his eyes were covered, it was no real impediment to his vision. However, it did keep the light inside him, preventing the Holy Light of Corell from burning all around him.

The blindfold was part of the price of his mantle of his power. And he was ever grateful for its protection for those around him.

He smiled and wondered what that elf.. That elf.. The one with the cheeky ways and hair of midnight black that always had teased him when they were young. The one that called himself a shepherd – he wondered what had happened to that immortal elf in the distant past.. Or was it the future he had stepped into? Their paths had taken different ways. But he knew, somehow, that the shepherd elf was doing vital work – but he should really find him, and pay him a visit. For the two of them had vowed to change the world, and having him as part of the Grand Work would be.. gratifying.

The bird, the shepherd elf. They were both so small, he thought. “Such little things, “ he commented aloud, as he stretched and laid back in the soft boughs of the hanging tree’s limbs.

The Mantle of Hands surrounded their master, as he let his essence slumber for a time. In the way only a god can slumber. It really wasn’t slumber or sleep as mortals knew it. But it was restful.

And it was a little thing. And everyone knew that big things came in small steps. From little things.

~~To be continued~~

Story by: Dehrynn Shepherd

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Hair- .Shi Hair : Octavia (Uber)

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Skirt- Tableau Vivant – Light skirt
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Claws- Meva Claws (Store)

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Lipstick- Zibska ~ Blip (SaNaRae)

Tattoos:
[White~Widow] Underworld (Cosmopolitan)

Decor:
Tree- Air_Shidare Sakura (Store)
Cage & Birds- S O U E N’ Bnchou (CCB)

Ribbons and Lace

Featured Item: [White~Widow – Face Tattoo] Couture (Cosmopolitan)

A wind drifted through the bazaar, and carried with it a melody – a tune. It was haunting and grand, seeking out the soul of the listener. The music floated from the Desert Oasis – A hotel/restaurant and bar, a favorite gathering place of those seeking the off-beat, the eccentric, the unusual. One had only to follow the music, and could find just about anything you would desire.

Rick had never been here before – a western traveler – young, brash and full of bravado. He’d made his fortune in the cities of the west – and now he was exploring before he got consumed by the jungle of the business world.

The music’s distant cords slowly got stronger the closer he came, and before he knew it, he was drawn to the Desert Oasis. It was an old structure, adobe brick from the outside, and though worn somewhat, it was grand and tall, something from another era.

Inside, it had that old world charm – as if it were out of some old movie with Bogart, like “Casablanca”. The music was stronger when he went in – the violin was sawing away some exotic and beautiful tune that struck at his heart. Yes, this was the place. A cascade of images played in his head, and he felt himself getting excited. The music set the mood for possibilities.

He checked himself into the hotel, and had his bags taken to his rooms. He was dressed in a white suit and white button down shirt, all light cotton against the heat – and a fedora. Now who was out of Casablanca?

Rick went to the restaurant, ordered a meal, and sat observing, and enjoying the strains of the music. He ate, and sipped at the fresh spring wine, and watched the other clientele. Some were the wealthy and traveled, and some were hard to classify. Some seemed like him, but others were dressed in strange garb. No, not the ones in desert robes (the locals), heads wrapped in turbans and dusty with the sands of the desert.

The things that caught his attention were anachronisms. That thought about Casablanca occurred to him – styles and fashion had changed, and he could swear some of it must be cosplay or fetish. Soldiers of different countries, wars and eras could be seen. Some were dressed from the 1800s or even before – such strangeness caught his eye. But the smoke and haze of the room distracted and softened such detail. And the music. There must be some sort of costume party going on?

The Concierge came to his table. He was a small man, middle aged, with a fringe of dark hair and a thin mustache. He wanted to know if the Rick was satisfied with the meal, and if there was anything -special- he could possibly bring him to make his experience more comfortable.

As the little man spoke, Rick was distracted by a passing face in the crowd. It was a young man who carried a Black swan. He wore an outfit was light and airy, but he had such grace with which he moved it was remarkable. The young man looked back at Rick, and his lips curved into a smirk. Rick saw these amazing blue eyes, accented by some strange golden appliance or tattoo over the left eye. Piercings glittered on his face and ears. Long lustrous brown hair swept over his shoulders, framing a high cheekbones. The young man wore a white lace shirt that revealed his midriff, bared his shoulders and arms, showing pale skin and lithe muscle.The outfit was provocative without being overly revealing. It was tantalizing, giving hints of what might lay underneath. The wide-legged pants were pleated and gathered at the ankles and waist, giving the illusion of billowing out like pantaloons as he walked. The swan had a golden silk ribbon around its neck, and it wound around the young man’s wrist, as if a fancy leash. It seemed content to be held by its owner, who looked over his shoulder and smiled at Rick.

The little concierge tugged at Rick’s arm, “Sir? I asked if there was something.. “

Rick turned to look at the little man with annoyance, and frowned before he glanced back to see… the young beautiful man was gone. Rick glanced around and swallowed. “Who was that? “

“Who was who, Sir?” the concierge replied.

“That.. brown haired .. boy with the swan?” Rick gulped. He couldn’t believe he was feeling so strange right now.

“Ohh.. ahh. You must mean Ralphie. Now, Sir, you would not be interested in him. But if you seek companionship I can arrange…”

Rick pursed his lips and tilted his head, and chuckled. He knew where the little man was going with this. He was probably the local pimp. “Ummm No thank you. If I need something like *that*, I’ll let you know.“

The little man smiled, as if he had figured Rick out. Those rich young americans and their way of throwing their money around. He smiled knowingly. “Of course, Sir. “

“But who is this “Ralphie”? What an odd name for a young man in these parts. “ Rick said that, almost to himself.

The concierge looked puzzled, and shook his head, “I do not understand, Sir.. he is a traveller like you, a guest in the hotel. But if you truly want an introduction…”

“No, no, I don’t need you to do that. Just.. bring me some more of this spring wine, please. “

“Of course, sir, “ said the little man, who bowed and seemed almost to vanish.

“I hear you were asking about me?” a voice said from behind him, a moment later. Rick started, his eyes a little wide, as he turned to see the young exotic man with the swan.

“OH!” Rick said, as he swallowed – he didn’t know why he was feeling so vulnerable – but those eyes.. They were so intense, and they seemed to see inside him. Nonsense.. That’s just the wine and the excitement talking. “Oh, yes..I wondered why you had a swan .. and you seemed.. Well.. “

“I seemed what? Unusual? You don’t like swans? “ The young man said, arching an eyebrow, and pursing his lips with a sassy smirk.

Rick chuckled and shook his head, “Let’s .. start over.. I’m Rick.. “ He extended his hand, and Ralphie took the hand, shook it, giving him a firm grip with his nimble fingers. Rick’s hand was larger, but he didn’t try to squeeze too hard, and neither did Ralphie. The young man’s arm was pale, the lines of exotic tattoos on his forearm and wrist seeming almost alive in the hazy atmosphere of the restaurant.  He sat down at the table, next to Rick’s seat  and leaned back.

“I’m Ralphie.. So.. tell me Rick.. have you ever been to Kashmir before? I think you and I will be getting to know each other quite well, once you .. get to know this place. You’ll be staying for .. quite a while.“

Rick had no idea how true that would be. The Desert Oasis was like the Hotel California. You could check out if you wanted, but you’d never leave.

~Dehrynn Shepherd 

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Swan- {anc} miniature/H. swan (The Arcade)
Nose piercing- (Yummy) Cleopatra Nose Ring (Store)

A Fall from Grace

Featured Items: C L A Vv. Battle of the Birds (The Arcade), [White~Widow] Cosmopolitan bday (Cosmopolitan), & Rekt & Violetility – Ultimate Rp Door Elven (We ❤ RP)

All it would have taken is a Word from Him. That’s it. That’s all. Father didn’t seem to like talking any more. And honestly, so few got to see His presence now, it was almost like he really wasn’t there.

And for a young one, like Phaleri, he could barely remember being in the Presence.

It had been over two thousand years since he’d been in His Presence. Phaleri was but a lowly feather at the time, and it had been brief. But He had smiled at him, and spoken the Word into him. And it had been nothing short of divine. It seemed so long ago, and now he was in the prime of his young celestial adulthood, lean and strong, and starting to truly come into his power.

The Arch-Seraph had assigned him to watch over humanity in some village,that grew to a city in time. He was charged to not interfere, unless the Fallen had put their hand in. He had done his duty, with honor and distinction. He’d fought the Fallen,sometimes to a point where he might have been in jeopardy of his own immortal existence. But he’d won each engagement, either driving the others off, or dispatching them to the Endless Outside.

But then came the one time – that single time when overwhelmed – when the creatures of Hell had come at him with collective might – baited by one, backstabbed by another, a 3rd  and yet a 4th had come. He’d fought like crazy, and had even called for assistance, but to no avail – None of his brothers or sisters from the Celestial Sphere answered the call. So, he fought until he had managed to kill or destroy three but was struck senseless by the 4th – and so he failed for once in in his life.

Did he feel humiliated? Not really. But he felt the guilt of loss. Bloodied – his body weeping vitae, his beautiful wings damaged, he’d been dragged towards one of the pits to Hell. But something happened – the Daemon had been attacked by… something. Something or someone bright and illuminated, like one of the Celestials. And as that fight raged, Phaleri staggered off, escaping. But he was so weak, he didn’t get far.

He fell senseless in some slag pit, water-logged, and sulfurous. Again, his calls went unanswered, though he could not be sure, in his weakened state, that his cries were even strong enough to reach to the Celestial Sphere. He fell into a dreamless slumber.

When he’d woken,he found himself in a warm and safe home, in the care of what his Bretheren called an Eldar – a demi-immortal being – a hybrid creature of the Outer Planes, The Pagan Gods had created their own angelic-class of beings, and this was an Eldar, sometimes called the Elves.

Reynahr had smiled at him, and he recognized him as the one that had intervened with that last Daemon that had taken him captive and allowed his escape. Though not quite equal to the Celestials, he had proved quite potent and knowledgeable, strong and wise, not to mention beautiful and charming. He was skilled in the healing arts, and was able to bring the Phaleri back from his terrible injuries. And to provide… comfort and ease. Warmth and companionship.

Phaleri had not trusted Reynahr immediately, like when he’d woken for the first time, and Reynahr was bathing him, cleansing his beautiful body and wings from the slag’s acrid and deadly taint. Phaleri had struggled, weakly, but the Elf had simply pressed him back, and whispered, “Enough for now – your fight is done until you have recovered..I will protect you. Rest – you are safe. “ And it had been true.

It took months of healing, and it was strangely comforting to get to actually converse with someone with a perspective like his own. A strange curiosity bloomed inside the young angelic, one that he’d been trained to avoid – such things as curiosity were not encouraged in his kind. He’d always stoically and silently guarded the ones in his assigned patrol. Never interacted, never learned more than the rudiments of what they were or did. And he had been content. You never know what you’re missing, until you get to taste it for yourself. And now – he was tasting the existence he’d only observed.

After a time, something strange happened – he and Reynahr kissed and lay with one another. At first it was simple and sweet, but slowly it progressed. Eventually, the two did the deed, and it was both carnal and beautiful and it did so much to make him feel joy and pleasure for the first time in his immortal life! He found he craved this sort of contact. The two grew closer, and their bond grew and blossomed..

Then he was found by the Celestials, a phalanx of the Angelic Host. And they scooped him up and returned him to the forward outpost where Mikelliel, the commander, was directing the new offensive. There, he was greeted with alarm and distress by the Arch-Seraph,who told him he must return and dispatch his lover, and thus show his loyalty to the Celestial Sphere, and to prove he was untainted by Daemon or Pagan filth.

Phaleri did not feel tainted, he felt alive. As he was given this choice, he brooded, and it did not go unnoticed. But the Celestials were creatures of duty. And he was expected to obey. When dismissed, Phaleri went to the Armory, and took from there the Mask of the Obsidian Flock, and re-armed himself with the Claw Sword, a vicious weapon, and he took the Red Mist and its haze enveloped the Mask and his face with its power. He wore that and the necklace that his lover had given him, and then he turned to face the his choice.

As he did these thing – he felt something.. changing in him. His resolve did not falter, but his alabaster feathers darkened. The became as midnight and in his heart, he felt it was just as well. He was no longer with The Host, and so their Father had decreed such a change would happen, as it had with other Fallen. He didn’t not care, though. He would return to the Earth, to his Raynahr, and the two would find some place the Celestials could not reach them.

He was discovered by two Celestials, and they raised weapons against one another. White Wings against the Dark. And when his blade rose and drew the blood of his brothers, he felt it finally hit him. Truly, he had Fallen. They fought, but Phaleri’s conviction and power were unbridled, and his desperate need to escape and win free helped him win the skirmish. His former brothers did not go down easy. But they did go down.

He left, choosing not to kill, even though he had the opportunity. Something he’d always been taught the Fallen did not do – Fallen were savages and merciless. Another Lie. He chose mercy. It was what he’d always been taught was the way of his Father, even despite evidence to the contrary.

He left his brothers sorely wounded, and he slammed the doors behind him, He looked back, one last time, leaving his home. The stone door of the Aerie was cold and silent. He was really going to do this.

He had Fallen, and now he would descend to the Earth, and there to dwell for whatever time he had left. He and Raynahr would perhaps be on the run, or perhaps they would find some other place far beyond the reach of the Celestials? He spread his wings and leapt – and let himself truly fall from the bastions of Above.

Sometimes you had to Fall to know what Grace was.

~Dehrynn Shepherd 

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[White~Widow] Cosmopolitan bday (Cosmopolitan)

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Door- Rekt & Violetility – Ultimate Rp Door Elven (We ❤ RP)