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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The Mesmerizing Flower was a flower with thorns. She once was told to be a beautiful maiden who was driven to insanity after a bunch of men raped her and left her to die. However many people claim that she never was the maiden they claimed her to be, and she was just a vengeful goddess who preyed upon men who were disloyal towards their wives. Fishermen, noblemen and merchants alike, they all told that at least once in their life they had seen the Mesmerizing Flower covered in smoke, lying on their beds. Yet, the ones who told others that they have seen her were no more than mere liars seeking attention of townsfolk. Because it was a well known truth that the ones that actually did see her, wouldn't live to see any other thing than her pretty face. Style Card
The day had finally come. The moment she had waited for her whole life had finally arrived. She was no longer just the daughter and the sister, she was the queen now. Her sister held her crown in her gentle pale hands, she slowly brought it closer to her head and placed it on her ebony colored locks. There she was, the Queen of Hearts. Crowned by none other than her dear sister who would later be known as the White Queen, her greatest enemy. Yet for now, they were just two sisters who planned to rule the Land of Wonders together. Who could have guessed that the Queen of Hearts would have a change of heart and betray her own blood? The White Queen The Queen of Hearts Style Card
By the time we got lost in the woods, we had already been found by a tribe of heathens who captured us and took us as prisoners. They fed us with enough food to keep us alive, yet that did not stop some of us from losing their lives. They were not hostile towards us, they never hurt us, they never abused us. They gave our fallen comrades proper burials, they let us out of our cages to say our last words for them. There was this one whom I can never forget. The one they all called 'Mother', the one I assume was their queen. She was the one who took my hand and walked me out of the woods, walked me back to my life. She was the one who gave life to the woods. She was their heart, their queen, their Mother. -Taken from the journal of a survivor Style Card
The lights were off, though you could hear the crackling of the fire through the hallways, the hushed voices and then a bang from a hand slamming down on a table. Most likely the new queen, they called The Black Queen. She was pure evil, nothing but a black hole inside, blackened heart. She always took her time to sip her absinthe as her covered eyes still pierced your soul, she would smirk a bit before lifting her left hand slightly, leaving it in the air a minute before bringing it back down. You would know she sentenced you to death, she wouldn't move as her guards sliced into you, she would just sip her absinthe. STYLE CARD
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