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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
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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
The snow covered the mountain like a white blanked of cold. One could not see past five yards from himself because of the snow, yet she kept walking as graceful as ever. With each step she took the soft drops of crystallized water turned into sharp ice, with each step she took the snow took reign of the mountain. She was the Snow Queen, the self proclaimed queen of cold and winter. She would walk and walk, until the whole word would be as frozen as her heart. Style Card
Silence was the only word that could describe the moment. All of the ravens, in complete unison flew towards the same direction, flapped their ebony colored wings at the same time, yet none of them made a sound. They all knew where they were going, they did not need to speak. She had summoned them, their queen, their leader. She was the one who they obeyed, she was the Raven Queen. She was the one who awaited them with a deadly smile on her face.. Style Card
She was silently sitting on a rooftop, watching the people walk to their homes at the cold night. She wondered what it felt like to have a place to call home, she wondered what it felt like to be able to look into the faces of your family.. if she had one. Parted from her mother at birth, watching his father get murdered at the age of seven, she was an orphan, a street urchin. Paid and raised by the great men who claimed themselves to be the kings of the realm, paid and raised to be a killer, trained to slay. And now she was free, now she saw what they have done to her. Now she saw how they damaged her when they took away her dolls and gave her arrows to shoot instead. And now, she would slay those who made her what she is now; an assassin. Style Card
They said death could not be cheated, they said once the soul left the body it could never return to the sacred temple it once belonged to. But if her soul had left her body entirely, why did her body glow? And if she was decaying, why did she smell of roses? It could not be death, it would not be. Not when she was so young, not when she had too much to give. A young blossom of Holy Light would not be called upon to sing along with the angels so soon, there had to be something else. Her lips formed a smile, although she could not see. Her body was warm, although her heart had stopped. And she had stood up, although the priestesses told she was dead. Style Card
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