Sorry for the long wait everyone! I hope you have been great in my absence. After a long break from SL due to some RL issues I had to finally face, I am back. Here is a little snippet of what's coming later this week! Stay on tune!
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We all had nightmares, we all had that monster who lived under our mattress. Well I didn't have those nightmares, I didn't have that monster. I faced a different kind of monstrosity. Only thirteen and I was an orphan with a sword in her hand. The werewolves had taken my family away from me and tore half my face apart. They left a mark on me, both on my soul and my body. So here I am. I am no longer thirteen but I still have a sword,. The thing I seek now, the thing I am searching for everywhere... Is revenge of my family. I will kill every single werewolf I come across until I avenge my dead parents and make their souls rest in peace. -Elisa Style Card
As Winter left the Windy City, Spring brought sun and beauty to it. The snow melted, letting flowers show their colors, the clouds gave way for the sun to shine, and the time had come for her to return. Return to the land where she was born, return to her family, return to herself. Return, so that those who had missed her eternal grace would get to see her for one more time in their lifetime, and then get back to seeking her for the rest of the year. Ten years ago today, she was murdered. Yet still, every year on the day of her demise, she walked the streets of Chicago with her umbrella, waiting for her date to arrive, unaware that her date had arrived ten years ago, and got away with her life and jewelry.
The smoke from her pipe rose slowly as she carried her long legs across the room, eyeing each of the girls in front of her thin figure. She was their savior from their old pitiful lives as tavern wenches and beggars, she was their only chance of survival in this world. She owned the brothel, she owned the women. Now, they were nothing but her property, and they had nothing to fear when they were under her protection. They had nothing to fear except her lashing whip when they faulted her or one of her customers. STYLE CARD
Fashion mogul at 25, she did not depend on any man for anything. She got whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted and however she wanted. She took nothing from anyone and if you dared to try, a kick to the ass you would receive and that 6” heel would leave a print behind. Top of her game she has many competitors but she doesn’t bother paying them mind, she is always 10 steps ahead. Life is a large chess board and she the Queen was always safe. Style Card
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