You Left Me Here…

Featured Items: DISORDERLY. / Shell Summer (Collabor88), Paper Magic (Crystal Heart Academy), Zibska Polona Headpiece (Salon 52) & Emeline (TLC)

Hair- Tableau Vivant \\ Zephyr hair (Store)
Tail- Lorelei Bento Mermaid Tail (Store)

Top- [CX] / [CntrpN] Clam Yo Tits (Anthem)
Hair Flowers- Zibska Polona Headpiece (Salon 52)

Eye Shadow/Hair Piece- Zibska Emeline (TLC)
Lipstick- Zibska ~ Folia Lips (Store)

Shells- DISORDERLY. / Shell Summer (Collabor88)
Book- DISORDERLY. / Paper Magic (Crystal Heart Academy)


Orange is the Color of Fire

Featured Items: [Gild] Interval-T one arm (Men Jail), [CX] Heathen Armguard (Days of Yore), Zibska – Cesca Headpiece (TLC)

Hair- booN Lab.035 hair (Store)

Shirt- [Gild] Interval-T one arm (Men Jail)
Arm Gaurd- [CX] Heathen Armguard (Days of Yore)
Headpiece- Zibska – Cesca Headpiece (TLC)

CURELESS [+] Dragon’s Wisdom (Store)


Featured Item: Zibska ~ Zeta Set (TLC)

Hair- {Limerence} Kris hair (FaMeshed)

Body Crystals- Zibska ~ Zeta Set (TLC)
~Slight color change & much mod in body placement for artistic reasons~
Collar- [CX] XenoCircuit (Store)

Full Face- [Gauze] Ice Princess (Store)

Ground Crystals *base mesh*- TLG – FF2018 Rock Crystals (Store)
~ Not original textures much mod with random things in my invo~

Silent as the Snow

Featured Items: *N*Bell & Berrys (Okinawa Winter Festival) & Zibska ~ Celeste Eyemakeup (TLC)

~No Story Included~

Hair- *Dura*B82 (TMD)
Antlers- -ATTIC-.Rosery Antler (Kustom9)

Coat- ::GB::Denim Fur Jacket (TMD)
Ribbon- Atomic // Velvet Ribbon Choker (Store)

Eyeshadow- Zibska ~ Celeste Eyemakeup (TLC)

Snow- {anc} dust snow. (Store)
X-mas Art- *N*Bell & Berrys (Okinawa Winter Festival)

Chasing Butterflies

Featured Items: [White~Widow] Brimstone (On9) & Zibska ~ Aubera (TLC)

~No Story Included~

Hair- tram G0220 (Store)

Dress- :V.e. La Fleur Dress (Store)
Hat & Necklace- Zibska ~ Aubera Set (TLC)
Shoes- fri. – Opal.Heels (Store)
Butterfly- :Moon Amore: Mariposas (Store)

EyeShadow & Lipstick- Zibska ~ Aubera (TLC)

[White~Widow] Brimstone (On9)

The Voices from Beneath

Featured Items: ::GB::Katahaori-set (Japonica) & Zibska Ltd. Gift ~ Oleg (Store)

~No Story Included~

Hair- no.match_ ~ NO_PRESSURE B (TLC)

Kimono- ::GB::Katahaori-set (Japonica)
Dragon- CURELESS [+] Dragon Halfbreeds / Dragon Familiar / ULTRARARE (Store)
Choker- BLUDSHOT – MING Choker (SaNaRae)

Eyeshadow/Eyelash- Zibska Ltd. Gift ~ Oleg (Store)

DAPPA – Yeon Tattoo. (Man Cave)

Tree- Air_Magnolia tree (Store)
Sparkles- {anc} milkyway field (TMD)

The Raven’s Song

Featured Items: [Cubic Cherry] {Stormy} eyes (We ❤ RP) , [CX] Spiked Drill (TMD), Zibska ~ Thales (We ❤ RP) , Adria (TLC), & Seona (Powder Pack)

~No Story Included~

Hair- DOUX – Marcia (The Dark Style Fair)
Eyes- [Cubic Cherry] {Stormy} eyes (We ❤ RP)

Shirt- [Gild]Disturded collar shirt (FaMeshed)
Labret Piecrcing- [CX] Spiked Drill (TMD)
Necklace- -Pixicat- Octopus necklaces (Store)
Rings- [ContraptioN] Desideratus Ring Set (Memento Mori)
Petals- Zibska ~ Thales (We ❤ RP)
Raven- [FA] Merlin, The White Raven (We ❤ RP)

EyeShadow- Zibska ~ Adria (TLC)
Lipstick- Zibska Seona (Powder Pack)

Backdrop- uK – Dreamer’s Sky Dreamy Fog (Gacha Garden)

Reach Out and Touch Faith

Featured Items: [CX] Chinese Lantern 2017 (Store), -DRDA- Wasteland Bangles (Crossroads), [White~Widow] Wonder (TLC), & ROQUAI sparrow 2 (Store)

“Why do I have to wear these, again,” Falrir asked, as if he really didn’t expect an answer, as his attendant kept fussing with his many armlets and wristlets and bracelets that were on display, in addition to the vines and floral display that was his male dryad heritage, sprouting like a crown or headdress from his head and hair.

The young man was human in appearance, sans the exotic growth of the tree vines and floral buds from the sides of his head, which was usual in male dryads of this world. He was a nearly six foot tall, and his skin was pale and perfect. He was lean and fit, and his warm brown hair that fell past his shoulders, free and loose, and framed his curious eyes – that strange right green and left blue eye.

The attendant that was with him, Merryl, was now finished with his arms and headvines, and was now brushing his skin with some sort of oil, using his fingers, and gently rubbing in the salve. It smelled of cloves and honey and grass clippings.

He sometimes wondered, perhaps uncharitably, that maybe Merryl liked him a little bit too much, to be always doing things like that. But the twenty something Meryl had never stepped out of line or given any notion that this was anything but a sworn duty. He was a member of the Royal Order of The Arbor, and he was something akin to a Knight Attendant in rank. Falrir had never had reason to question his loyalty to him, or the Royal family.

Meryl wore a simple linen robe of brown and green material, with a white tree pattern in full bloom on its left side. It was belted at the waist with a leather strap, and buckled with a wooden carved disk, bound in silver. He looked to be in his mid-to-late 20s – mature but not overly so, young but not without some experience. He had shoulder-length red and brown hair, as if either nature (or his hair-stylist) had taken it upon themselves to dye every-other strand of his hair one color or the other. It was a lush mane, and it gave the young man a very exotic appearance. He was half-elven, as the gentle swoop of his pointed ears showed as they poked out of the mass of multi-hued locks. He had a lithe and athletic physique, and was about the same height as Falrir. He wore sandals of brown leather, and his nails, both finger and toe, were painted an autumnal red.

“Your Majesty, you have to present yourself in the best possible light. Your public expects you to look the part of a monarch-to-be, and that’s what we’re going to make you look like.” Meryl replied finally after completing the infusion of the warm and fragrant oil. The tattoos that had been inked into his skin, part of his “coming of age” as the crown prince, gently accented his lean, athletic physique. Falrir held out his arms, “Check me over – are you all done now?”

Meryl gave him a dubious look, but then nodded. “Yes, milord, Indeed I am finished.”

They were in a chamber in the Ancient Tree Palace, that was called the Autumn Retreat, and the browns and reds and oranges were prevalent there. The plant life in the room was strangely fragrant and infused each breath.

There were objects in the room hanging from the cieling- these certain objects were positioned in places of either honor or necessity, as if they had been placed there of a purpose. There was the great orange lantern hanging, golden laced and brass bound, that floated above the blooming flowers from Chellorn Province – the flowers that could heal just about any wound. The lantern hovered there above them, giving off no light that could be seen, but there was a warmth about it.

Meryl looked into the dryad’s face, wondering if he needed to apply any makeup to the teenager, but decided Falrir’s natural complexion was more than perfect, and he didn’t want to ‘oversell’ the boy, and make him a total fop. That would be worse than the gentle pretty way he was already seen. He thought the snake-bite piercings sent a naughty message, but then, who was he to criticize the young royal’s choice?

“I think that’s about it, unless you prefer to wear some other kilt or a light robe, perhaps? The sleeveless sheer green one would look excellent, would it not? “ Meryl was just trying to be thorough, and perhaps protect Falrir from catching his death from a draft. But with a wan smile and the shake of his head, sending a sigh of brown hair sliding against his flawless pale skin, the dryad Prince said, “No, I’ll just wear what I am wearing- the kilt. No shoes, not shirt. I hope I can still get breakfast served.“

Falrir stood from his chair. The room didn’t have a lot in the way of amenities, but it did have really good lighting, as Meryl said, for ‘doing him up’ in the mornings.

The young dryad strode over to a floating lantern-like creation that hovered on its own. The Prince sat in a chair next to the stone plinth beneath the floating lantern, and placed a palm on the orange squat shape. As he slid into the seat, and rested his elbow on the plinth with his right hand, his palm glowed like it there was a very bright lite shining through his flesh.

Meryl gasped.

“You shouldn’t do that, your Highness! “ Meryl said, before he realized what was coming out of his mouth. He had reached his hands halfway to the young royal before he realized what he was doing, and stopped himself.

Falrir gave him an amused look, and shook his head. “I do this every morning, when you’re not looking. It’s a ritual. Father showed me. I am .. communing .. with the tree spirits in the area, and they grant me the extra blessings of the Arbor Nation. This lantern is but one of many…”

Meryl nodded and gulped, “I know, highness.. I know! But too much of a good thing could.. Could.. “

“Could what, “ the young monarch-in-waiting asked, an eyebrow arched, as he continued the contact, but rested his chin negligently on his propped up arm.

“It could cause you to .. err.. Bloom. You know.. Down THERE.” Meryl glanced down at the front of Falrir’s kilt, and then back up to his eyes, as if that were all he needed to convey. Meryl was blushing furiously at the suggestion he had just made, and Falrir’s grin spread, larger. “It’s not like I need much encouragement in that area, as it is, Meryl. I am a teenager, afterall. “

Meryl swallowed at the brash nature of the young Dryad’s cheeky attitude, and just laced his fingers together and held his hands down at his waist. “I am just saying, your highness, that .. you have an appearance in a few minutes.. “

“By the way, Meryl.. I know you tend this area of the fortress .. how do you know what contact with the lantern will do? “ Falrir gave the attendant knight a long steady look.

Meryl gulped and swallowed, before he red-faced said, “You.. don’t really want to know the answer to that, do you, Lord Falrir? “

“Actually, I do. I wonder if you partake of the family .. essence .. from time to time?” Falrir was giving the young handsome half-elf a long knowing stare.

‘It is my duty, Falrir… to know what everything in this wing of the fortress is capable of. I’ve been trained from young adulthood in the ways of both the mystical, mechanical, and the mundane of the palace, and this is no exception. “

Falrir knew this already, but he also knew there had been a rather naughty secret ceremony between the monarch and his knights, in some occasions, where they had to know the more intricate and delicate features of the Dryadic magics that infused both the Monarchy and the Palace itself. The land was one with the king, and the king was one with the land. And that power was shared with the Knights Protectorate Arborialis.

“It’s ok Meryl,” Falrir said, as he stood, his lean frame looking even more majestic now that he’d touched the essence lantern. His head-dress vines seemed even more robust, and the flowers that intertwined and grew there seemed more vibrant and full, The fragrance they gave off was quite invigorating.

As the two started to move to the door of the chamber, Falrir reached down and adjusted the leather kilt at his hips. The kilt had a slit up one side, almost to the young prince’s hip, revealing a long athletic thigh and leg, with each stride as it slipped inside and outside of the fabric.

Meryl couldn’t help but watch the amazing young man as he moved towards the hallway, and swallow. “It’s really a beautiful thing, your highness, knowing you’ll be the one taking the throne in the next 40 years. We couldn’t be in better hands.”

Falrir glanced back over his shoulder at the Knight, and shook his head again, “You are a strange man, Meryl. But thank you for saying that. Still, my father isn’t out of the Monarchy yet. So please, let’s not color the future with omens that don’t need to be stirred up. I’d hate to come into my own sooner than dictated by custom. “

Meryl sighed and shook his head, “That wasn’t .. “

“Don’t worry about it, Meryl,” Falrir said, with a grin, and waved the elvish man ahead of him. “Now, go in there, and announce me to the court, so I can get some breakfast. I’m starved. “

They strode into a chamber full of the family, the extended family, and the allied nobles and houses and courtiers. And they all looked to the crown prince, as he was announced by the Knight. They all were impressed, or jealous, or smugly satisfied that they were going to make a meal out of the young prince soon.

But Falrir looked out to that mass of politics and greed, lust and desire, and he just had to have faith that he was what the Kingdom needed. He needed to just reach out and touch faith, like he did with the Essence Lantern, that this was what he was meant to do. Where he was meant to be, and that he was meant to rule. This was just a step to get there.

Patience and Faith.

And good people at your side.

That’s what his father had taught him. He nodded towards the King – his father – across the chamber, and then strode over, and sat down at the tall man’s side.

His father was much larger than Falrir, and muscular, bearded with a neatly trimmed brown beard, but dressed in a similar, but slightly more conservative manner, with a brown and green tunic of soft linen, in addition to his leather kilt. But his eyes were the same, and his head-dress of vines was the same, perhaps just a smidge bigger and fuller.

The King, Falnar Epsis Moncaln, leaned over and gave his son a kiss on the forehead, and squeezed his shoulder, “You’re late, but you look really good, my son. “

“Have faith, Dad.. I won’t let you down. Now. Let’s eat, I’m starving. “

Story by: Dehrynn Shepherd


Hair- \//. VoluptasVirtualis -Savadja- (We ❤ RP)
Horns- *N*Plants Devil’s Horn (We ❤ RP)

Bracelets- -DRDA- Wasteland Bangles (Crossroads)

[White~Widow] Wonder (TLC)

Lamp- [CX] Chinese Lantern 2017 (Store)
Flowers- {anc} CAMELLIA.camellia branch (Store)

ROQUAI sparrow 2 (Store)

A Little Noir

Featured Items: [White~Widow] Wonder (TLC), Lipstick- Zibska ~ Folia Lips (We ❤ RP), & CURELESS [+] Cat Eye Syndrome (Store)

His name was Noir, or that’s what he went by. A pretty and hungry looking young man, pale and driven, with a talent for music and making people feel his inner ghost. He was dressed all in black, his long white hair and pale skin in contrast to his attire. Chains and fingerclaws decorated wrist and hands, and a delicate choker necklace accented his inviting neck. His cheekbones were sharp and his features delicate.

He wore his jacket open, revealing his lean chest, and the tattoos of intricate and old world design. His eyes were a golden color that were not of this world – most people assumed they were vanity contacts. He liked it when people stared at them, and tried to decide if they were real or not. They looked like snake-irises. His lips were accented with red lipstick and snakebite piercings.

His hair was lush, thick, and pale, accented with a dark red flower on the left side. The pale locks swept across his face, hiding his eyes when he wanted. His black leather boots that made definite sounds as he stalked down the Boardwalk. He carried his cello with him, wherever he traveled. Tonight there was a storm coming here, and he would play to its power. The primal nature of the storm would inspire his playing, and it would be like nature was playing counterpoint.

He made it under the awning of the tiny performance hall just as the power of the storm was felt at the shore. He opened the cello case and drew out the instrument, running his fingertips over it lovingly. He set it up on one of the deck chairs, as he prepared, positioning himself so he could cradle the instrument and play it as it was meant to be played. He was rather deft and able to handle his instrument with the affected claws, and had learned to use them to elicit some interesting sounds from the cello. He glanced around, seeing who else was in the little hall.

Two boys were in audience, along with an older man in his early 30s. One boy was dressed in white and pink, and looked rather pretty – Joshua was his name. The other was dressed in a black and blue wetsuit – a definite surfer boy with long blond locks – Jaddua. Both were regulars at the Pier and the concerts that got played here. They were sipping drinks and watching with interest, while the older man, dressed in black, tight leather pants, and a blue billowy poet’s shirt, and was reading a somber-colored paperback novel of some sort.

But he, too, was looking up and taking an interest. He had skyblue eyes and a long lustrous mane of black hair, and he wore what looked like a pentacle necklace on his chest. His boots were an riding boot like from a horse show, polished to a shine, and came up to his knees. A long black shiny leather coat was folded over a chair beside him.

The small group was intent on the start of the performance, as lightning thundered and flashed the distance. The wind picked up, and then Noir began his performance. He waved his cello bow in the air, like he were weaving a magic run or symbol from his mind into the air. Then he set the bow to the strings, and the magic started to happen.

It started out low, and soft, like a slow building of a sadness, welling up out of a tender place. And then it slowly built up, to that of a moaning lament, as if something was lost and never to be found again. Then there was anger and rage at the loss, as the wind built and the lightning became that much more threatening. The power went out on the Pier, and still, Noir kept on playing, his Cello filling the little performance hall with its sound, larger than life and twice as vast.

He kept playing, as the anger and rage showed on his face, and his clawed hands started doing things to the cello that made it sound even more angry or alien and strange but melodic and powerful at the same time. It made one wonder what horrible tortures were being lamented here.

Then, there was a sadness that came with the playing, a profound and all encompassing sadness. The storm had seemed to spend itself and now it was just raining. Fog was starting to roll in from the ocean, and it was thick and clinging and chill.

As the cellist finished up, his last notes were not that of terrible tragedy and loss, but of a hope that was springing from dark places, where the light seldom shines. The performance came to an end, and the last long somber note of the cello was allowed to vibrate out to its conclusion.

There was near silence, save for the nearby pounding of the surf and soft patter of rain outside. Then older man started to clap faster and louder, and then the others followed suit. Noir looked up and frowned. “There is no need to applaud! “ he said, in a soft, husky voice.

The older man approached and laid a hand on Noir’s shoulder. “A wonderful performance, Noir. I would call it genius but you’d think it was a line. You should get yourself a manager.“ His words were sincere, but there was something about how he said it that bothered Noir.

Jaddua and Joshua both stood and came over and congratulated Noir as well, distracting him, making him frown, before they each grabbed an umbrella from the rack and went out into the soft rain, making their way up the boardwalk.

“There is no need to .. congratulate me for what I just did!” Noir said, softly to their backs, clearly distressed. He growled and grabbed at his cello case, opened the black-leather leather-covered case, and inside the lid were stickers from various cities.
“Someone gets around,” the black-maned man said with an appreciative whistle. He leaned against the back wall, one leg crossed over the other, as he watched the musician.

“What’s that supposed to mean, and who the hell are you?” Noir shot back with a glare, as he settled his cello into the cello-shaped case, his serpent like eyes glittering.

“You may call me Adam Darkmoon,” The tall man said. Noir frowned when he heard the name, like it didn’t mean anything to him, but it should. “Ahhh let’s hear what the boys have to say. “

Noir opened his mouth to say something rather cutting, when two boys came back in, wet feet shuffling on wet boardwalk. Jaddua was fast-limping, trying not to put weight on his left foot, and was supported with an arm over Joshua’s shoulder. They made it to a chair, and the surfer boy plopped his athletic body down on it.

“Its like a hurricane hit out there.. Or a tidal wave,” Jaddua said with a grunt, as he lifted his injured foot up and Joshua took hold of it gently. He nodded, “You have a splinter stuck in there, alright. I can pull it out, but it’ll probably hurt.. Maybe bleed.“

Darkmoon gave Noir a knowing look. “Strange that something happened out there, and we didn’t notice a thing.” He turned and arched a brow Jaddua grunted loudly, as Joshua yanked the splinter out of his friend’s foot. It didn’t bleed, Jaddua was able to put his weight on the foot, but it still hurt.

Joshua handed the splinter to Jaddua, and shrugged. “It’s probably be bruised, but you’d better keep it clean and have a doc check it out, if it starts turning .. you know.. gangrene or something.“

“Boys, how bad is it out there? You said it was like a tidal wave hit?” Darkmoon asked, then glanced back over at the scowling Noir, who crossed his arms over his exposed chest.

“Umm dude.. It’s like a tidal wave hit, yeah. The Pier is half-sunk, the boardwalk is smashed up, and there’s debris everywhere. And up around the parking area is flooded! There’s emergency vehicles all over the place down towards the Pier entrance. But.. something weird happened. “

“Oh? It’s not weird already that there was a tidal wave?” Darkmoon’s voice held interest and sarcasm, but not directed at the boy’s description, but at the irony of the situation.

“Yeah! I mean, I’ve been around the ocean my whole life, and never missed it when the waves were hitting hard, but damn, we didn’t hear a tidal wave? The really messed up part of it is that.. Everything.. The beach shops, the little mall, the Pier, the boardwalk – everything is totally torn to bits, except right here. It’s like.. like.. “

“Like there was a bubble around this little amphitheater,” Joshua finished for his friend. “Something protected it. If I weren’t agnostic, I’d think angels were responsible.”

Darkmoon swiveled his gaze to Noir, and arched his brow, even higher this time. “My, that is strange, isn’t it, Mr Noir? Angels must come in all shapes and sizes, then, eh?”

“It is strange, yes, “ Noir said, as he held himself still, his lips pursed in a tight little smile, almost smugly. “It all happened while I was playing, and we didn’t hear a thing. Must have been a cosmic freak miracle, right? “

Noir raised his cello bow, and waved it back and forth like it were a magic wand, and said in a soft sing-song voice, “There must have been some magic, in that old cello that he found.. For when he played it for the dead, the waves began to dance around.”

“Hey man, that’s not funny!“ Jaddua barked, frowning. The young man seldom let anything get to him, but this was obviously messing with his ‘free spirit’ vibe.

Noir shrugged, “You three weren’t hurt.. So count your blessings. We were in the eye of a storm, maybe. Or something like it, it seems.”

Darkmoon sauntered over to Noir again, slipping on his leather coat as he did so. “I think you and I should have a little talk in private, my friend. You see, I’ve been tracking you for some time. This isn’t first time something ‘miraculous’ has happened, when you were in the area.”

Noir put the cello bow against Darkmoon’s chest and pushed him back a step, “I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere with you. You and your ‘master’ are not going to collect me, like you the others.”

“That’s the thing,” Darkmoon said, his face serious. “We didn’t collect them. Your rivals eliminated them. That’s why I’m here. You’re in danger.”

Noir focused his strange eyes on the dark-maned stranger, and shook his head, the white locks swishing against his jacket collar and lapels. “I.. I don’t believe you.“

The sound of helicopter blades were suddenly rather noticeable, and Darkmoon moved around Noir to glance around outside the shelter at the night sky. Three military style helicopters were fast approaching. “I think we’d better make a hasty exit. I know the look of those… “ Darkmoon turned around, and found that Noir was gone. There was no other way out of the little shelter, than in front of him, but the boy was gone.

“How the hell, “ Jaddua said, as he gaped at the spot where Noir had been a moment ago.

Darkmoon frowned and looked at first Jaddua, and then Joshua. “What did you see, boys? “

Joshua turned to Jaddua, and then to Darkmoon. “He just vanished. He gave you the finger, waved that bow in the air, in a big circle, and just vanished.“

Darkmoon sighed, and shook his head, then strode purposefully over to the boys. “Well, unless you want to be questioned by the acquisition team that’s posing as government thugs, I suggest we all get out of here, before those choppers land. Are you coming with me?“

Jaddua and Joshua looked confused, but they didn’t like the sound of that any more than Noir must have. They both stood, and nodded.

Darkmoon slipped his hand into his pocket, pulled out a small square metal pill box, and tossed it onto the floor. The lid popped open, and a light radiated upwards in a cone shape. In the radiance of this light, a swirling gateway formed -a glowing whirlpool- in mid air. It was about 2 meters tall and a meter wide above the little box, and it showed what seemed a concrete parking garage on the other side. “Come on.. You boys first. I’ll follow. “

Bizarre seemed the sanity of the night, so the two boys both stepped through, with only a slight hesitation. As they did, and they appeared to be in the parking garage on the other side.

Darkmoon dropped a black marble with a swirl pattern inside it on the ground. Then he leapt through the portal and it vanished a moment later. The marble slowly rolled to a stop, and a moment later, suddenly erupted into what seemed like ocean water that blasted out from the insides of the shelter. The little structure was flattened or washed away, as if a tidal wave had struck it.

In the parking garage, Darkmoon put a hand on each of the boy’s shoulders and said, “Ok boys, here’s where you get to make a choice. If you want to know more, I’ll tell you. Otherwise, I’m sending you home, and you won’t remember a thing. So what will it be?”

Joshua shook his head, and said in an irritated voice, “What is this, the Matrix? You got a redpill-bluepill thing for us? “

“That’s pretty close to the mark, Josh. Now, answer up.. Right now.. Are you in, or are you out?”

Jaddua and Joshua looked at one another and they seemed to reach a silent accord. “Red Pill.. Tell us what the hell is going on, dude.” Jaddua said.

And so Adam Darkmoon did.

Things haven’t been quite the same for the boys since.

But that is for another tale.


Story by: Dehrynn Shepherd

Hair- Tableau Vivant \\ Hairplay – Side Blow (The Arcade)
Eyes- CURELESS [+] Cat Eye Syndrome (Store)

Jacket- ::GB::Strap leather jacket (TMD)
Pants/Shoes & Choker- ::GB::Leather pants in boots & Plate Chain Necklace (Store)
Gloves- ::GB::Metallic Long nail gloves (We ❤ RP)
Flower- Le Morte – Lily Hairpin (The Arcade)
Cello- Bauhaus Movement – Apocalyptica Cello PROP (TLC)

Lipstick- Zibska ~ Folia Lips (We ❤ RP)

[White~Widow] Wonder (TLC)

Chair, Mist, & Rain- {anc} broken chair, mist cloud, & drizzle (Store)
Umbrellas- Soy. Abandoned Memorys – Umbrellas (The Arcade)