Less craned his neck forward and scratched at the back of his neck, massaging fruitlessly at the kinks. The room was lit dimly except for the bright cone of light that illuminated the table at which he sat. The other chairs were empty now. Claire sat cross-legged on a reed mat in the corner with her hood up. She was meditating and mumbling a chant to herself but he couldn’t hear the words over Septimus’ light snoring from the armchair. Worm was present but he couldn’t tell her apart from the shadows. Saya had left after the initial planning session, citing ‘feeding time’ as her excuse. Only the Almoner had been entirely absent, who had to keep a meeting with one of the witches back on the Mainland. Continue reading Licensed to Kill
Protected: The Sweet Touch
A Little Extra Added
The protected post “A Little Prick – Mira with Remy” has had a little bit added to the end after realizing this was probably something important enough to be seen on-screen, even if the protagonist knows nothing about it. 😉
Protected: A Little Prick — Mira with Remy
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Less’ life from his perspective
He was once a boy. Well, he was a full grown man of nearly 18 but a still a boy nonetheless. A war raged on in Europe but he was still too young to enlist. Not that he had wanted to. All he cared about were his dreams, roaming the English countryside and lying on his back in the grass to watch the butterflies and the birds in the sky. But his birthday approached, and with it, the front lines.
The night before his birthday was a full moon. His bedroom was bright and he couldn’t sleep. Though, he thought he was dreaming when his closet door opened on its own volition. A cold breeze swirled about the room and disturbed the curtains. A woman stepped out from behind the door. She was tall and pale as the moon, dressed in a white fur coat and a crown of diamonds. She was the most beautiful thing the boy had ever seen. Continue reading Less’ life from his perspective
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Rey’s Life From Her Perspective
The Lord of the Crossroads stole me from the Ferals I called friends and family. He thought I was one of them, and how he raged when he learned I was merely a carrier of the virus that made them. Days blended into weeks, until I lost track of time in the dark forest where he held me. Tortured me in an attempt to make the virus change me, and when that didn’t work, he tried to figure out how to use me to create his own Ferals. He wanted to create a weapon, and he did.
Me.
Rey Lafitte
Mask
Honoré is slender, taller than average and has grown into the beautiful woman she was destined to be. Her strawberry blonde hair hangs like a thick, wavy veil to just past her shoulders. Her body is now lean, with hardly a spare ounce of fat – save for those needed for her womanly curves. Her hazel eyes are rimmed with long, lush eyelashes, and her skin fair, with the hint of a tan. On her back she has scars, evidence of the near fatal attack she suffered the night of her 18th birthday.
Mira’s Life from Her Perspective
I escaped my Sidhe Lord’s service after years of being used to capture young men and women for him. It took every ounce of courage I had, and desperation such that I cared not if I died in my attempt to escape, but I managed to flee through the very Shadow Gate I had used to lure the unsuspecting mortals to their doom.
For months after, I lurked in a pond at a park in Mythic City, scraping by on food provided by shelters and pantries and spending my nights in the soothing waters of my pond. Even better, I had discovered a Shadow Gate at the bottom of my pond, accessible only when certain stones were placed in the correct positions. I had my escape from to Faerie there, my own personal corner of Faerie. Continue reading Mira’s Life from Her Perspective