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~~~Trigger Warnings~~~~Little Dove~She remembered the way the water felt. The heat, pressure, comfort it brought as she now shivered outside her childhood home with nothing more than a bucket and a single bar of soap to wash herself off after a long day of gruelling work. After she dismissed the staff is when the truest of nightmares would begin. Her stepmother told her she was doing her a kindness, allowing her to remain under the roof which was now theirs and Ella should be thankful for the extent of care they gave her in those days.  But now she was told she would sleep alongside of the farm animals in the barn and even when the wintry months would pass, frost pouring over the mountainside in silvery steaks of gold.She clung to the one blanket she was given, made of thin strangles of hay braided as one to keep her dainty frame warm, as she huddled close to the farm animals shivering all night long. The day she dared to escape, taking her father's strong trusted steed into the forest beyond their watchful gaze, is when she encountered Mr. Kit for the first time and embarrassment clouded upon her eyes and face. She was unsure if he noticed, the embedded dirt and muck clinging to the tips of her fingers and toes as she curled them under her paddings and smiled with a warmth she hadn't felt in so long fill inside of her heart and bones.But as she watched his hopeful sparkling eyes and listened to his velvety baritone voice, she could feel in the distance a darker presence beyond the bushing that surrounded the two. It was later that night she would find out to whom the presence surely was when she heard the barn doors open with a flickering light and her two-step sisters and their mother were accompanied by a stocky, short man with lustful eyes.Panic surged upon her flesh and she found her legs, toes curling scampering about as she shivered and kicked up the surrounding hay, the look of wild fearful abandon held in her young deer does eyes. Her stepsisters dragged her dainty frame out from the pile of hay that shielded her from plain sight and laced their manly fingers around her wrist like fleshy shackles as the man drew closer to her side. She was wearing no more than a weeding of a potato sack she wore in her nights as a make - shift night gown.The fabric was thin, and he could see though it as her stepmother raised the lantern on her other side. The fullness of her breasts creamy and white and perched tight red dotting nipples that shivered and wrinkled from her fright. Her soft wavy tummy and the golden thickness of her curvy thighs as his sick twisted gaze licked his lips as he stared at the young lass.She was a ripe succulent fruit, ripe and untarnished, and he was enticed even more s by the wild spirit of the girl before him and groaned as he heard her scowling but with such fear he could taste sweetly upon his thin lips and dazzling in his eyes. She was more beautiful than he remembered from earlier that day, as she held the attention of the young prince's eyes.But he needed her, felt her unbroken spirit and wanted to claim her as his as to why he made the deal with her stepmother that night. He would set up two dowries, one for each of her girls, containing a thousand franks each and for herself the title in which she could choose reasonable of course, given her current standing.Ella was bound and gagged, and the edges of the braided rope tore into her precious pout, like a rosebud being forced open as scarlet dripped at the sides of her mouth. She couldn't scream or even yelp as the braiding cut deeply in, and they tied her wrists and ankles together one over the other and led her to the carriage they would hoist her in. Her eyes shimmered and quaked as tears poured hopelessly over petal cheeks, which only seemed to please the man sitting opposite of her as the carriage rocked and squeaked.His eyes glinted across the carriage at the young innocent flower, corn silk hair tousled, tangled and pieces of heath, cinder held between each strand as if trying to cling to a past life she so wanted to feel again as Ella whimpered, squirmed and tried to break out of the braided rope that bound her wrist. It cut, slithered like tiny vines of a rosebush and she could feel the tearing droplets of blood dripping over the tips of her small hands, and her lips, torn, swollen and bruised felt so defeated, broken and already like an old used doll under the Dukes thirsty lust and demands.Ella looked outside the carriage, hardly a star could be seen through the caroling of tree's, but the moon in its eerily glow multiplied as her eyes shimmered in a thousand tears that clung to the fringing of her dark lashes as she squeezed them tight trying to escape, be anywhere else but where she was. She felt his long slimy finger drag up the curl of her neck and brush away his messy hair as he curled it under her chin and she flinched, yelped as he ordered her to open her eyes to him. Ella didn't want to meet his gaze and let him see the terror, helplessness in her eyes because she knew no matter what she said or how she tried to fight she would have to succumb and surrender her virtue if it appeased his ways.He was the Duke dressed in the most fashionable regal of clothes with a sharp coy look and twinkle in his eyes. But all the villagers heard of the tales of his animistic thirsts and ways as he feed on many daughters taking their innocence then tossing them aside, like used cattle soured milk, names tarnished as no nobleman wanted a torn girl no matter how it happened or entailed. There was no use, no way to stop him, and the more she struggled seemed to appease his thirsty soul.She could hear his uneven heavy breaths heaving from the hollow of his throat as his plump rounded body spilled to the floor of the carriage as she tried to close her legs, braid them together at her knee's, releasing a solemn, broken cry, raspy, shredded for all the saliva in her mouth had ran dessert achingly dry. "Pleaseeeeeee!" she leaned over just enough to try to plead, reason with the man who only gazed back at her with the devil dancing in his eyes and just like so she felt the pinch of its forks piercing dragging like hot coal over her flesh and young innocent soul.Ella's sobs, the way the muck drizzled down her cheeks and over the swollen bruising of her lips, much like a rosebud held under water for far too long, puffy, ripe and so very red caused a gleam, flicker in the Dukes eyes as he flicked his coiled snake like tongue over the thin of his lips and she could feel his fingers in the shadows of the carriage try to force her thighs, the creamy silk of her legs open wide, straining the braided rope that held her crossed over ankles below.The feeling burned over her flesh, rippling and she tried to buckle further back into the velvet of the chair. her back arching upwards like a wild doe trying to break free, escape and perspiration cascaded down the dark vee between her full jutting breast. Unbeknownst to her in that very given moment and because of all her squirming, fretting and tossing in the seat, her two rounded full breast, petrified taunt pointy nipples glistened shined as the moon poured in. This caught the attention of the Duke as he cupped harshly upon each of her breast, toying pinching her nipples so painfully she cried out, screamed and couldnt catch her breath.Her body flinched over and over again as tears stained her already flushed cheeks and lips and her sun drenched hair even lost its glimmer like a fading wild flower with each flick and taunting of the Dukes hands. She begged him to stop! Screamed out to him and wished out loud she rather choose death through her meek wiltering breaths and cries. This stop him momentarily as he snickered coyly and looked up between the butter of her thighs and told her, "my little dove that too can be arranged. But you are going to give me that untouched flower willingly or not it makes no difference to me at all. Your fight, struggle will only sweeten and tenderize your skin making it more supple and delicious for me in the end. So fret all you want golden lass, flare your wings your making it much easier for me seeing your lack of clothes spilling over the seat and your skin. That innocence, your earthly bound cries shattering I will taste it all and the honey between your kept legs."His words, each one, each letter he spoke felt like a hot whip slicing upon her heart and she felt suddenly broken defeated by the many months since her father's death, nightmare bleeding into the very next one. She held her light for as long as she felt she could and her mind thought of the man with oceans in his eyes, glaciers sharp blue and pristine but then somehow melted and coated her with a warmth from inside. She thought of Kit in that moment, and in their short moment together he truly saw Ella and not the name given to her by her step family meant to mock and diminish her spirit. Just Ella, the girl who would dance in the rain and the smokey mist that would cloak around her childhood home in a time that felt now so swept away.She vaguely recognized the castle in the shadow of the inkwell sky as the men snaked their long fingers around her waist and rough fully lead her inside. She tried her best to fight, wiggling, withering and throwing her dainty frame into their own, but it was of no use as they ended up groping her flesh and the other raised his hand and smacked her two folds. It stung like a million bees stinging and her knee's nearly gave as they hoisted her up, and he took his index finger and thumb and told her to behave like the good girl he knew she was. All she could do was whimper and sob, and could feel her lips swelling at the edges of the rope as they opened the door to a bathing chamber and tore away like savages the remains of her clothes.  She stood there frightened as they unleashed the shackles upon her wrists and ankles too and untied the rope from around her lips as she laced her tiny fingers over her curvy frame.They then circled around her like two thirsty wolves reading their prey as she peered from under her corn silk strangled locks seeing their hungry gaze holding a liquid lust in their gaze. Her tiny face darted and looked from side to side as her pulse soared into the rivers of her chest, but there was no escaping, nothing she could do and was only grateful for the dim lightening shielding most of her frame. It was then she heard the barking call of their leader, the Duke, scolding them, telling them to leave at once. She was his untarnished angel to pluck, and she needed to cleanse herself of all the farm's filth and muck. The men grunted like wounded pups with their tails tucked between their legs, and the Duke grinned at the poor lass and finally left her alone as the steam rose from the shower he had just made. She was finally alone with a thousand thoughts, not one making sense to the next, and surrendered to the piddling, kneading water upon her flesh as she huddled in the corner, steam caressing her every breath. Even in this desolate time, Ella still held a sun-drenched glow.Just as her mother once told her, galaxies spun and caressed her little soul. Her long wavy strands hugged around her curvy frame and her hips echoed in the sides of her full breasts as she whimpered and slightly swayed. She kept her eyes closed and tight and just listened to nature's white noise of the pellets of water all around her as her mind fell into happier days, wild flowers clipping upon her ankles as she ran free and wild.~Mr Kit- Sea Voyager~ After a particularly cruel and hurtful incident Ella had with her stepfamily, she rides her horse into the nearby woods to calm herself down. She encounters a stag, fleeing from an approaching hunting party, and her horse takes off in fright while Ella clings on for dear life. Her plight is noticed by a young prince who had just returned from Portugal, he was out hunting with his men, who manages to stop her horse and introduces himself… As Kit, an "apprentice" from the palace. While Ella is charmed by the handsome stranger, whom she does not recognize as the king's son, she scolds him for hunting a helpless animal and requests that he refrain from harming the stag. While taken aback at Ella's odd request, Kit is smitten with her compassionate spirit, but is called back by his hunting party before he can learn her name.At this time, Kit had not been too far off adventures yet, not as far as he would have liked to go… his mind was often on the next destination and what beauties that may reside beyond the sea which made his composure icy and distant. His silence terrified the people he would encounter at court, even his own men, because he was slightly unpredictable in a sense. However, it would be in this chance encounter he had with the beautiful Ella that would make him crack a smile for the first time in front of his company.When he seized her horse, and he finally trotted them to a halt, he had examined that the tears from her eyes had seared the dirt from her tender skin, scorching away any possibility that she was not crying because she was afraid that her horse road off suddenly but that she had experienced pain elsewhere… for this reason alone, Kit was intrigued and tangled his fist around the reigns of her horse to keep her there with him just a little longer. It was also obviously clear that she had no idea who he was to have given him such a scolding.It was refreshing and my how beautiful she was, in her pent-up frustrated state… too many of his subjects cater and now, to his every whim, he just wanted to leave to a foreign land… but here a beautiful subject on his land was completely clueless, lovely, naive, and the fairest he had ever seen. He simply could not take his eyes off her… and apparently neither could someone else.Reluctantly, the Prince parted from the beauty as his men urged him that his father was waiting for him… since his travels he had not visited him once, nor did he really care to… but it would be this behavior of Kit’s that would give the Duke free choice to all the ladies in the land… for the eligible Kit had no true interest in any maiden or lass in his land until Ella… and this alone would cause a visit from the Duke to Ella’s stepmother. The duke was greedy… yet he was already bound by marriage to a duchess.…but that never stopped him from retrieving play things.The prince was aware of this, but he held no interest in any of the Duke’s personal affairs. The pretty maidens came and gone like day and night. Kit was indifferent and plagued by the monarch’s need for him to marry. He definitely wanted his kingdom to be stable and had already came to terms of marriage and that it would be an empty one… one he would leave behind when he went to travel and he wanted to set sail now!!In the carriage poor Ella was being grabbed, examined and violated by the Duke’s hands. He would tell her how filthy she was yet proceeded to lick his fingers and touch her, only to do it again, his hands grabbing her bottom and opening her flesh to see her untouched treasures. His hands groped and kneaded her young breasts until her nipples were painfully protruding, yet he never put his lips on herAll this must have been torture for the beauty and had Kit known, he would have had him killed… for even now as the day turned into night, he couldn’t take his mind off the beautiful girl that magically appeared in the forest. He wondered who she was, her lineage, her family history…It was twilight’s hour… poor Ella arrived at the palace, her voice hoarse from crying and her pleas muffled and her body felt broken from being bound so tight and trying to struggle from the Duke’s abusive prying fingers.. which made her thankful of her bondage… but as she was untied and released into the showers she feared for her safety more so than ever and she was deeply wounded by being called such wicked demeaning names…Kit had finished on his ship, setting it up for sail at dawn, to the greenway coast of Iceland… but first he had to shower… he reeked of seaweed and gun powder, fish funk and old leather (lol) and he too arrived at the showers, not caring which he had happened upon, he just needed one!After roping the lines and securing the starboard sails, Kit stared into the twilight, watching the sun sink into the sea. He was out on his own voyage for a week. It was during this time that he remembered the girl in the woods, her sea blue dress, dancing in the breeze like the body of the waves, and her golden blonde hair rippled like the sea-capped turrets kissed by the sun’s last rays. There was an effervescence about the mysterious girl he had encountered. She gave Kit the same feeling he had when he was washed up on shore one early morning after having plummeted into the sea during a storm the night before. It was in those same moments that he felt he had come back to life....And now he was here, starting into the darkness; only the sounds of the crashing waves remained.The sound of the crashing waves was replaced by the sound of the showers, the many lines of spraying waters hitting the marble floor of the palace showers. Kit disrobed and found it refreshing to peel each sea salted plastered garment off his body and submerge himself into the mist of steam that plumed into a cloud from extreme condensation. As the world of the wild washed away his sore muscles, he could hear a faint crying.He had heard many things in these marble showers, from arguments, heated lovemaking, forced lovemaking, and even lonely lads making love to their hands (lol), but he had never heard crying. Kit maneuvered his way through the mist, as if looking for the saddened spirit that had haunted these showers. It was soon that he happened upon the corner. The source of the crying… it was a girl; she sounded like an injured dove. She looked to be one, too, with her angelic golden hair folded over her back like the cupped wings of an angel. She was small. Why was she here? He wondered. A young girl like her doesn’t belong in the palace showers shared by all the men of this wing. If there was a girl here, she was often occupied by other ladies or even her lover.Kit did jump to conclusions. Perhaps she was in love with one of the nobles, and their flights of fancy became disarrayed, and now the poor creature was dying of heartbreak. Kit approached her hesitantly, and laid a gentle hand on her delicate shoulder, only to flinch when she did tend to hiss and bite back. (Lol) Her yelp was ear-piercing, and she seemed to tremble all over. “You’re right!! You’re right!! I smell BAD!!” It was in that hilarious moment in time that Kit made haste and attempted to soap up every part of his brawny stature, especially the cravass of eternal stench. As he was doing so, he could see the maiden peek at him, her arms folded cross over her lovely legs, and the curtain of her hair shielded the fullness of her face. It was hard to tell which was water from the shower or which was her tears, but he was sure he saw her blink-back tears, and the slight corner of her eye smiled just a little, very little.It was then, in the sudsy mess he was in, with soap foam covering all the right places (temporarily), that he crouched before her, attempting to peel the soft fingers of one of her hands from her body. "Please, you don’t belong in this corner. Let’s get you off the floor. Com'on… Come with me." He was sure this was one of the nobles' doings. He didn’t care who the Duke fxked or played with, but not on his time. Not during this hour, and especially not alone with someone so young.Kit guessed this girl was just of age, with clearly no experience. He wouldn’t know this was his long-lost woodland maiden until all the dirt, soot, mud and filth washed away from her body. He lifted the weakened, shivering maiden up off her feet and carried her to the warming springs, so that perhaps upon submerging her wings, she would feel them again and come alive. The hot spring bathing pool was very warm, and it seemed almost instantly her limbs unfolded as he let her sink into the water. He wasn’t planning on staying with her until the slow reveal made his heart aware that this was, in fact, the woman from the woods.Concern riddled his brow. Everything about her seemed to be stuck or locked into stone. What in the hell happened? He was slowly building rage, especially after seeing the many little scars on her back. His hand cupped her face, as his voice pleaded and called for her to come back. Surely she would recognize him.It's Kit. Don't you remember me? Please miss!?" And he couldn’t help himself, his lips were drawn to her. It took everything he had to not kiss her. She was so distraught, affected by memories and dazed.~Little Dove~Ella sat upon the marble tile, the colour of ivory snow, and welcomed the twilight that shone overhead.  The sky was murky and dotted with gray clouds gathering, telling of a storm that would soon make it descend upon the lands below. As the moon illuminated the darkening azure colours filtering along the shower walls, Ella watched the streams of water escape into the drain along the tiled floor. In her mind, she wished she was small just as the field mice in her childhood home, so she could crawl and slip down the drain and leave the castle, her lands once and for all. Since her father's passing, she felt she was slowly dimming, losing all hope, and tonight was no exception.As the Duke laid his slimy, large hands upon her, tearing away her already tarnished clothes, she felt like a primrose from her Mama's gardens being stripped away of her petals and parts of her soul. Even in her wildest nightmares, she never thought her stepmother would go to such lengths of horrors to secure her place, her name and wealth. She couldn't stop her fluctuating, uneven breaths parting between her lips or the tears that seemed endless streaming down her porcelain cashmere skin. Ella had been brave and held courage, goodness for so long she felt she was shattering, breaking like a beautiful stained-glass mural her mother always compared her too. She barely registered the sounds of footsteps or the squeaking of the handle as someone entered the showers a few feet away. Or even feeling the steam misting all around her, the heat sprinkling of droplets drizzling over someone's flesh.  All she could see was the smokey mountains that surrounded her home, the earthy scents, clouds that poured over the tips and into the valleys below as the shower slowly mystified around young Ella becoming entranced, dazed in this memory as if her mind was shutting down protecting her from the horrors she knew would soon come.Ella refused to wash earlier, feeling the dirt, gravel and blood from their lashing would serve as a reminder and perhaps keep them away, feeling she was tarnished and not worthy of their aristocratic hands. She flinched once again as Kit closed the distance between them, and she could feel her heart peppering louder than even the damning showers around her. But she would not turn away, cast her vision downwards as she braved the shrouded face of Mr. Kit, barely able to make out the reflection of tenderness deepening pools of turquoise she would have recognized at once. It was far too dark, and her mind was riddled in fear as his body, so much larger than her own, even kneeled before her seemed too over bearing, intimidating and when he attempted to curl his long rough fingers under her dainty ones she almost held away, but something about his voice and the lines she could feel upon his padding reminded her of  her father. The way the rope from the ships would cut along your flesh, tatter in such lengths it was almost recognizable to any seaman. A marking, veining bearing the sea's heart filled grasp as her winds would often furl, and unfurl around their clipped hands trying to mane and tighten the sails in her ravaging breaths. It was then, as she became lost in her thoughts, mind that she allowed him to raise her to her tiny feet and although fear, trembled upon her naked flesh, she curled into she sides of her masculine frame as he led her outside and she could finally see the stars, the moon glistening upon her. The storm had only moments before cleared and the smell of grass wafted in the air as tiny droplets captured upon the surrounding vegetation, and although she had full vantage to gazing upon this seemingly kind man at her side, she didn't dare to look afraid he may still try to claim her and this was no more than a trick. A game set upon her by the duke. Gingerly he led her deeper into the gardens in a plush enclosed field surrounded by oil lanterns pouring over the emerald strands like tears still cascading down her puffy cheeks in dusky strained black lines that curled into her swan like neck. A longing sigh released from her parting pink lips as he allowed, encouraged her tiny foot to slip into the warm bathing spring as rose petals of all colours danced, pirouetted upon the surface.He gently uncurled his large hand fingers from her dainty one as she suddenly became aware of her nakedness and sunk instantly into the pristine steamy waters, feeling sheltered enclosed by the mist forming around her. Ella closed her eyes as she heard his footsteps slowly melt into the distance as she swam to the far end of the springs where honeysuckles, lion heads and the gently brushing of branches kissed and sheltered all around her. She knew she must leave, still escape, but the water felt so warm, soothing, and she hadn't taken a proper bath since her Papa passed away, being forced to use a bucket and bath in the outside no matter what the elements may have been.For just a moment, she felt like the tiny princess she once was in full bloom in her mother's gardens again and barely felt the rippling of water, Kit sank into the springs besides her as her mind thoughts set her in an almost catatonic state as Kit placed his long finger beneath her chin trying to summons her to the here, now in front of her. Her eyes blinked rapidly as if in pages of a novel, her mother's fairy tales rippled in tears down her cheeks and for the first time in the entire night she was met by the boy, a man with oceanic eyes gazing upon her. Recognition, confusion peppered across her face as his eyes, fringed dark lashes fluttered as wildly as her own like two winged tips emerged in a storm, and she could feel his heated breath bathing upon her skin, as her voice, dry, frail from tears, sobbing whispered his name, "Kit?'Tears streamed quicker upon her porcelain flesh like an old stained mirror as her dark eyes pleaded with his own, and she whispered his name once more, feeling the scratchiness upon her throat as she curled her tiny trembled finger around his single one upon her chin. Her heart sinking and rising once more as she spilled into his furry broad chest and even after his lather, all his scrubbing and fret she could still smell the secrets of the sea upon his flesh as she curled her tiny wet nose into the curl of his neck. He could feel the vibration of her quivering lips, the gentle fawn-like cries as she pulled away from his neck, her eyes shimmering brighter than even the northern lights as she peered into his deep blue sea and placed the small of her hands upon his dark dusky chest.~Mr.Kit Sea Voyager~Kit could hardly believe the maiden from the forest was here with him now… did she even recognize him? Why was she so full of fright and petrified to speak or move? He hardly had the nerve to ask too many questions in fear that this was perhaps all just a dream. Just like Ella, his mind played tricks on him, to keep him from reality. He was becoming of age to be wed and take up his rightful place on his throne, but he couldn’t without taking a bride first..: with his father’s growing illness, he was pressured more and more as the days passed by and to escape, Kit would go off on some meaningless voyage in hopes the earth was flat and he could simply just sail off of it.Kit exercised his movements with the young girl with caution. Gently moving the curtain of her golden hair away from her slender shoulder as they both seemed to dance into deeper water. It was warm, calming. The springs snaked into his garden and the scent of heartsease and lavender flooded the hazy evening. The sculpted bushes and random bushes of some rare flowers dotted and framed the lazy river as they both became lost to the world. The beauty before him embodied the unfulfilled desires of every man born into the world since Adam.She was here now with him, with such a glorious display of her body since Eve, Kit realizes in this moment that any other female would have paled like the moon in comparison to this woman, paled like the moon because she was as radiant as the sun. Kit’s pulse quickened in anticipation even as his gut knotted with dread for she has yet to open her eyes. She looked to be sleeping… and he was unable to help himself from touching her, his broad hand slowly and very softly ran downward from the delicate curve of her nape, along the length of her spine, downward to the softness of her hip where his palm rested as comfortably as his eyes rested upon her fair face… “will you not look at me?” Kit requested softly, wonderingly … his features slowly growing more saffron coloured as they were both in their birthday attire.The waters were pristine, glimmering with the reflection of the stars and their own turquoise hue, just as pristine as the woman before him, no matter her scars, and how much he was captivated by her and her mysterious ways. His smile emerged, replacing his concern. He realized just now that this was her way. Mysterious and cryptic. She was a riddle, a riddle he hoped he could spend the rest of his life solving.Suddenly a squat man emerged from the bath-house side door, he was ranting, raving “where is she?! Find her and bring her to my quarters!” The Duke demanded, called to his men-at-arms and looked frantically in the dirty towel hampers and waste baskets. “GRAND DOOK!? Do you mind?” Kit grunted, keeping Ella behind him. “Can I have no peace?” Grand Duke indeed, in Kit’s opinion, the man looked better suited to frolicking beneath a toadstool. “Yo yo…your Majesty!”The Duke stammered, bowed and walked backwards, bumping into a statue, fumble in preventing it from falling and apologized profusely, knowing he had better leave and find his concubine before the prince realized he was bringing peasants into his side of the palace, which kit had scolded him for before as well as the king scolding him… “ I swear he is an imbecile ..” kit shook his head and stared at the Duke adamantly until he was out of sight, in the background he could be heard, frantically looking for his lost play thing and he was getting irate in losing her.Kit could hear the grand Duke stomping upon the dais inside the bath house, the shadow of the bath house glass showed him raising his stubby arms in rage, his voice cracking, choking and squeaking. “An inspiration that one..” kit chuckled, turning around, the water rippling all around Ella, kit would endure her game and begin guessing.“ we are playing Marco Polo!!” Kit acknowledged in excitement. “A Portuguese water game…” though he had never played it naked… “ you say Marco and keep your pretty as shut and I’ll chant Polo.. you try to grab me but mind you I’m without ummm… umm anything but I’m not hold it against you what you grab.. hahah..

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~~~*OC TEMPLATE BY PASTEL*~~~ αρρєαяαи¢є Name:Rosario Swan Gender:female Age:15+ Height:4ft Weight:100lbs Skin:pale Birth marks:? Body Mods:? Scars:back Hair:White/short/messywig/different colors/messy/twintails/different lengths Eyes:red Body Type:small Shoe size:7 ρєяѕσиαℓιту:introvert Likes:menshemalessexhuge d*ckssweets Dislikes:rudeness Loves:Haruhi  Hates:mushrooms Cold or Kind?:kind Smart or Stupid:smart Idealist or Realist:idealist Optimist or Pessimist:optimist Traits:happynicesweetcaringloving Fears:needles Triggers:rudeness Hobbies:readingsingingdancingdrawing Occupation:musician/student Status:alive ѕтяєиgтн : Physical : 4/10 Mental: 6/10 Upper body : 4/10 Lower body 6/10 Mental disorders:mute Disabilities:blind Book smarts : 6/10 Street Smarts: 6/10 Over all intelligence: 8/10 Overall body strength 6/10 яєℓαтισиѕнιρѕ: Mother:dead Father:dead Sibling/s:Emma(10) Best friend:Haruhi Friends:The Host Club Rivals:? Enemies:? Love interests:Haruhi Home Life:Used to be in a poor family until her parents dead and she became a famous artist in every sorts mostly singer and became rich and paid her and her younger sisters way into the academy and she is the only one taking caring for her and her sister because her aunt is terrified of her new husband their uncle and didn't take them in School life:? Love life:? Overall happiness : 6/10

Name:Princess Rose Swan   Nickname:PRS   Age:14   Gender:female   Sexuality:bi   Likes:Finn and Jake   -men -sex -huge d*cks   Dislikes:rudeness   Quote: "Wanna have some fun?"   Species:omega demon princess   Taken or single or dating:single This Template Was Made By A Gay Boi

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Her porcelain slender fingers roamed between his slick blackened strands, reminding her of sea moss brought in from the tide and its moist, salty scent. The comfort she felt around him only drew her closer to him as she laced her creamy leg over his thigh. The churning of the sea could be heard in the distance as a storm loomed overhead and sea gullies cawed and swooped over vessels as if to warn the sailors of the impending winds . White frothy tips crashed into blackened rocks as if angery for being contained, and the sound of servants soft hushed foot steps, clattering dishes as they too prepared for the unknown at the King’s request.There was a time when such weather set an unease in her soul on the days her Papa was on an excursion in the midst of a storm.But he always returned with a smile placed upon his face and a twinkle held in his pristine azure eyes. “It was just a simple heated conversation, my lass,” he would say, seeing the weary expression on Ella’s young face. “Didn’t I tell you the sea was a woman’s heart, and sometimes she lashes out, wanting to be left barren in her days without pesky sailors and their oversized toys sweeping across her crystallized peeks and fishing in her darkened depths?” It was always the same routine when he returned home.First sitting in his favorite old, worn chair. Momma immediately stood by his side with a cuppa of fresh brew as he snaked his arms around my tiny waist and drew me near. He hadn’t bathed, and from the scent, he had not seen a trickling of soap in many days. But he was my father, and I adored his natural scent. Just like now, Ella thought to herself, of Mr. Kit and smoothed her satin cheek over his bare masculine chest. Was it any wonder why she would fall for a man whose pulse riddled in the same tempered breath as her father. A true sea voyeur was a man who matched the mystique of the sea's hidden treasures.A sweet melancholy washed over her mind with many memories, like the churning of the tide. A book of her life, much like the sea itself how it overlaps and pulls back, waddling and revealing in frothy ivory silks filled with laughter and tears as if frozen in time. It was these moments that she held close to her heart when the travesty of her stepmother tried to dim her inner light. Ella was raised on fairytales, and in her youth, she danced with fae in the forbidden forests, where grand oaks were portals to other worlds. At times, she thought perhaps it's best to surrender these childish notions, just as one does when they put away their old toys in a chest, sweeping them under their bed.It was the worst day of her life when the Duke brought her to the castle, and tears spilled from her deer-doe eyes. It was as if every wish she placed upon the stars above scattered around her, and the light many wished to extinguish flickered in dying blues and suffocating embers before he would enter her world for the second time. A crackling whip zigzagged across the sky like the tongue of a dragon, causing Ella the slightest fright as she shivered and tightened her tiny fingers around Kit's sleepy masculine frame. Ella quickly recovered and giggled at her silliness.Wanting a closer look at the storm, she slipped out of bed and placed her small toes over the withered mahogany wooden floors. Each grove, a line deepened with age, told tales of those who dwelled in this room ages ago, as well as the wrinkles it must have had when a man chopped it down. She sighed at that thought and hoped at least it was ending in its stage of life and now served a new purpose from the forest in which it was taken. She instead supported worthy mortals in their comings and goings in life. Her chemise was slightly larger than her slender frame. And as she stood, the lace strapping on her shoulder spilled downward following the flow of her golden ringlets, and the warm misty air caressed her like a mother welcoming her home.She slid the doors leading to the terrace overlooking the wild sea, and as she gazed outward, she saw the stitched darkening sky bleeding into the waters, white tips flaring upwards like a ladies fan. She thought of all the adventures her father and Mr. Kit must have had. Since she was a little girl, she longed for such travels and to visit lands she only read about in the books from the second-hand store in her village. She was always intrigued by the unfamiliar languages, customs, and folklore that other lands held. Ella leaned against the frame of the doorway as her golden tresses spun wildly around her face as she looked at Kit, still asleep, with his lips slightly parted as he hissed in and out of his dreams.She knew they shared the same spirit, one that never was anchored to one given shore. But she also knew his loyalty to his country and people and how he would lay down his last breath to see everyone before even he thrived and carried on. His father's lands had grown in wealth and stature within the last few years, and their fleets were the quickest in all the neighboring lands. Jealousy, envy had seeped over the French alps and weaved into the valleys and streams like a virus as whispers of war carried throughout.There was tension in the air, although unspoken, and it was as if the sea itself was hurling itself against the barricading boulders and rocks too. It feeling as if it had a say in these times, having to swallow the blood and many spirits that lingered over her crescent shores. Ella could never understand such hearts, and she whimpered in thoughts of what may come. Biter greed and darkened hearts rippled upon her soul like sharp thorns whipping against her flesh and reminded her of her stepmother's cold stone heart. Maybe they could escape and live among the fae she danced with, be released from this talons claw, and go to a place where only love and dreams exist and raise a family of their own.

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'Sometimes we must forget all we are and give up all we know to become all we were meant to be. Ask the butterfly, Melian said to Tinuviel. Do you think she would be able to soar between flowers and visit nearby lands if she still thought of herself as a caterpillar? No, my lellig, she would not. Her wings would only serve to cripple her if she thought such a thing. She has to forget the life she once knew to truly blossom, just as you must do and live your life with your mortal Beren.’It was one of the first lessons her naneth would ever teach her about the stages of life. Just as Yavanna has since the time she was a young henig. Each bark of a tree captured the memories of the past, and leaves rustled whispers of the Valar and Yavanna’s guiding hand. She recalled the first time she felt Yavanna’s presence. Her emerald dress puddled into the lush field and roamed far past her almond-shaped eyes.“We are not meant to stay, as we are Luthien. Each season carries a lesson that forges in our souls until we become what the Valar has intended. “A warm smile tiffed the corner of her all-knowing lips, and her hair whipped around her face and held the most beautiful color of gold, like the wild wheat fields.“Look at the oak tree you dance and sing with. It was once the size of the tip of your slender finger. It was an acorn that broke free during Quellë and sailed across these lands until rain spilled from frothy clouds and sank into the soil beneath your feet. It slept in its satin embrace until Tuilë breathed life into the sapling. Each season, it grew bigger and taller until it outstretched across the fields and then sent messages back home to its Naneth telling its tale through multicolor leaves. It settled where the great Valar intended and provided shade, a home to the many birds and squirrels that roam across this grove. We all have a grander purpose, Luthien.” She paused, sighed, and just as a mist would feel, she strummed her fingers through Luthien’s starry tresses and warmed her violet eyes. “Such as you have, dear little henig. Don’t be afraid, and know when the wind blows at your feet to follow your call.”Luthien spent much of her time in the forest surrounding her home in Doriath, singing with the nightingale’s, sparrows and dancing with every tree and busheling. She even spoke to the buzzing bee as it tickled and wrinkled her button nose, listening to all the places it had been. It was a hazy Lairë day when she would meet the fuzzy critter she would name Vorea, meaning fuzzy in her language. He made himself known and slithered upwards on a blade of grass where Luthien rested her head. For the next week, they would share many laughs and sample an assortment of flowers in the wild fields as if they were nature's cupcakes baking under the morning star. Luthien carried him from one petal to the next, tasting each one until they had their sugary fill. She couldn’t have been asleep for more than a few hours, she thought when she spilled over on her side under a canopy of trees. The heat of the day and all the succulent nectars they had sampled lulled Luthien into Laire midday dream.At first, she thought her vision was still just blurry when she saw it. An oval fuzzy cocoon where a friend was when she fell asleep. But as she ran the tips of her fingers along the edges of her almond-shaped eyes, tears welled at once, seeing the horror that she would see. “Vorea! What has become of you? Speak to me. Are you in there?” She whimpered and cried. “Please? Do you need help? Perhaps I can peel it away. But not one answer or even a breath was given in response. Utter panic, sadness, and anger at herself for falling asleep trembled upon her, and she did not know what to do. So she gingerly broke off the thin branch in which he hung and quickly but carefully went in search of her mother for help for her little friend.Her naneth was tending to her gardens on this day in the healing house at the far end of the palace, where she said the vegetation grew best without all the noise and chaos sometimes visitors would bring. Such as the beauty held in the distant valleys that remained untouched, seldomly traveled on. These were among the lushest and most colorful of all the lands. Luthien burst on the vine-patterned wooden doors leading into her naneth's oasis, tears running wildly from her young sorrowful eyes. And she could barely catch her breath, and her lips quivered between hitched breaths as she tried to express to her naneth what had happened. “Naneth, oh Naneth. I had only fallen asleep for a little while, and and and… “ Luthien tightened her eyes tightly and tried to catch her breath as her puffy pink lips, reddened by her upset, pulled to an O with small, laced breaths . “When I awakened, he was like this!” She held out the branch and opened her guilt-stained eyes again. “It’s all my fault Naneth. When we travel in our days, I promised him I would keep him safe.” Mellian smiled softly and compassionately and curled her fingers around the branch, then placed it in the warm, freshly churned soil where it would be safe and secure . Then she crossed her legs, settled upon the plush grass beneath her slender angelic frame and pulled young Luthien into her lap. “There, there, my beautiful henig.“ Luthein found her words and demeanor soothing, comforting as she shivered, still crying but melded in her naneth's arms. “You listen to me Luthien,“ she said as she threaded her fingers down her long locks and made tiny circle along her back. “You have nothing to feel guilty of . It’s his circle of life. What was meant to happen for him. Just as you are learning with Yavanna, and why I let you go to the forest as much as you do in your days to learn what you must. It’s just like the changing of the seasons . A metamorphosis we all must journey upon. “ Mellian placed her tiny finger under Luthien's chin and raised her watery gaze to meet her own, for she would heed her words, knowing in the future she may need them when she too much chose her path without fear remembering this moment she hoped . “Even I had to change my path my young flower. Sometimes we must forget what we were to become who the Valar meant us to be. We are all a intricate thread in this tapestry of life. A quilt that spreads across all of Middle Earth. We are all connected, and with each joy and sorrow we feel, it drizzles into the streams and serves a purpose far greater than we can imagine. Your friend, my henig, he is transforming and becoming what he is meant to be too. He will soon emerge once again, but he will not look the same except his eyes. His eyes will tell you he is still your caterpillar friend. His purpose is to spread love and beauty. Pollinate across our fields and into the secret groves too . He will carry on his lips and nose the tiny molecules of flowers and scatter them like diamond droplets so they can grow all over and bring beauty and sweet treats to our world.’Slipping Luthien off of her lap as she adjusted her legs and settled on her knees. Melian smoothed her soft palm over Luthien's head, threaded her fingers in her long, dark hair, and began to separate each cluster of hair and braid as she spoke once again. “You see Luthien, one day in the future you will transform and have to become what you are meant to be, and at times this can cause some pain. But just as your dear friend and I had to do as well becoming your Nadar's wife and not return to where I came from. You will crystallize and be as intended. You will know the moment, my little one. It will be redefining, exciting and scary too. But it will not be a choose. It will be the only path you were meant to be on. You will recognize it as if may even come in the form of a love's eyes and tug the heart strings of your soul.”“I do not want you to be scared, and when this moment happens, remember my word and what you will see when your friend emerges from his cocoon. Remember it Luthien, and be the butterfly. Find your purpose , know thy heart and soar.”It was eons ago since her naneth had this conversation with her. But when Lord Beren came to court on that fateful day and her, nadar sent him away on what everyone thought to be a quest leading to his final breath. Melian then pulled Luthien by her trembling hand and lead her into her healing garden again."Sometimes we must forget all we are, to become all we were meant to be. Ask the butterfly, Melian said to Tinuviel. Do you think she would be able to soar between flowers and visit nearby lands if she still thought of herself as a caterpillar? No, my lellig, she would not. Her wings would only serve to cripple her if she thought such a thing. She has to forget the life she once knew to truly blossom, just as you must and live your life with Beren."She did not speak the words out loud. Luthien shared her Maia blood as well as her elven gifts, which magnified every whisper and breath, even perched between closed lips. Melian cupped her Iellig's tender hands in her own and sighed as one silvery tear cascaded down her twilight coloured eyes. "Be Vorea Luthien. Be the butterfly. Its time."Her words were but a few, but Luthien understood their meaning and nodded as her heart swelled knowing her naneth recognized the love she had for the mortal Beren. With this, Melian released Luthien's hand from her own and placed a sachet with many herbs and necessities needed to travel as she leaned in to kiss her Iellig's cheek and whispered, "use the door leading to the great forest. No guards will be there. But you must go now.. Guren *níniatha n'i lû n'i a-govenitham.  Melin Luthien."King Thingol never knew of his wife's betrayal. Although he suspected her involvement in some way. Nor did Luthien ever tell on how she truly escaped. But when she returned she cried in her naneth's arms and thanked her for her gift and allowing her to sprout her wings and find her own way.  

Name: Belinda Hope LestrangeAlias: Belinda LupinAge: 18Species: Witch/MutantOccupation: UnknownDate of Birth: August 1, 1980Family Members: Rabastan Lestrange (Father), Nadia Lupin (Mother), Rodolphus Lestrange (Uncle), Remus Lupin (Uncle), Lyall Lupin (Grandfather, Deceased), Hope Lupin (Grandmother, Deceased) 

What  are  you  doing? "What are you doing?" Asked an all too familiar voice. Rolling her eyes in irritation Regina turned to set her eyes on Neal. In this world he was Baelfire however, Regina had continued to call him Neal. "What I am doing is none of your concern. I'm in no mood for company. So go away." She said coldly. Turning her attention back to the vial in her hand she waved her other hand across it, the purple liquid inside beginning to shimmer and glow."You don't think I don't know what that is?" Neal asked as he moved closer. "Don't think I've seen enough of this magic crap to know a sleeping curse when I see one? What are you doing?" He asked in a more forceful tone though stopped when his feet suddenly stuck to the floor. "What the f***-" glancing down for a moment he then looked to Regina. "Really!?" "I can't live without Henry." Regina said quietly. "Every day I wake up... I lay in bed thinking I'll hear him. I can't live without my son." Regina said looking to Neal. Silent tears streamed down her face. "But I can't kill myself. Henry would never forgive such a thing. So.. this is something I can do. Go to sleep. If Henry ever wakes up and ever manages to find me.. he can wake me up." Regina said giving a very sad smile still through her tears. "Henry is without a doubt the truest love I've ever had. And if he isn't here.. I don't want to wake up. There's nothing more I want from this life or any other." She said before looking back to the potion in her hands. Popping the cork she then pulled a long pin from her hair, dipped it into the potion, and then was about to prick her finger."So you're just going to abandon him?" Neal asked. His words earned him a glare from Regina. "What if he wakes up but he can't find you? What if he could have found you if you were looking for him too? You're his mother Regina! He needs you."Regina only scoffed "I was his mother. He has Emma now-" before she could finish Neal cut her off. "That isn't the same! Look.." he tried to move forward though groaned as he couldn't. "I love Emma. I always will. But her and you aren't the same. Yes, she gave birth to Henry. She gave him his best chance in her opinion. But you Regina.. you raised him. Even after knowing there was a chance he could bring the person that could end your curse, the thing you worked so hard for."Regina looked down, staring at the pin in her hands. "You are what Henry needs Regina. It isn't about blood. Look at us. Both our mothers were blood... what good did it do us?" Reluctantly Regina set the hairpin down and waved her hand releasing Neal.Slowly he moved closer, gently throwing away the potion and pin before kneeling down in front of Regina. Carefully he reached up, wiping away her tears. "I get it. I miss him too. Not.. like you. I know you've got more to miss with him. But I promise you Regina I'm gonna find a way back to our son. And I'm gonna take you with me.. and we're all gonna make a bunch of new memories together."   template credit.  

Halia—the “World of Man”, a reality created and protected by the eight Guardians, shrouded by the Veil.The Veil – a barrier constructed by the Guardians after Zera and Thera were sealed away. Its purpose is to shield the World of Man from potentially invading divine influence.The Schism—the weakest point of the Veil. It serves as the single physical bridge to the Outer Realms, crossing the Astral Planes.Astral Planes—the birth place of the cosmos, the origin of space-time. A realm of infinite possibility and reality.Outer Realms—Beyond the Veil lie the Land of Fae and Draconic Kingdoms, who separated from the World of Man after the Guardians sealed the Goddesses to protect Halia. It is believed that much more than just Fairies and Dragons make their home on this plane, though no mortal has ever explored far enough to tell the tale.Eldir—the most densely populated continent on Halia. Pristine waters flow through and around the land, as lush hills roll from the highest mountain peak into the flattest plains. Forests adorn parts of the surface with varying flora and fauna. It is not, however, entirely fertile and green: Eldir sports frigid mountains and arid deserts all the same.Galatia—the “Land of Life”, before the coronation of King Arthur of House Kestrel, Galatia was also among the world powers of Halia. The mountainous and forested regions of the kingdom make for hearty people, although ironically, Galatia’s capitol, Opalus, was once world-renown for being a city of scholars and mages. Galatia continues to yield a large percentage of Halia’s human magical-borne population. Whether this is a naturally-occurring phenomenon or due to Galatia’s proximity to the Elvish lands remains to be unanswered, however. Presently, Galatia faces trade embargoes and exists at a fragile peace with other Halian nations, in all-parts due to the actions of King Arthur. The kingdom has forcibly expanded its borders, occupying nearby Elvish realms, and many of its citizens flee due to the sanctions placed on the magical=borne. The Galatian people and economy continue to wither under the militant states of the kingdom. At this time, Galatia is not a recommended tourist destination.Ifa Serine—the “Essence of Moon”, is a sovereign nation in Elvish territory. Better known as the Lowlands in relation to the Icewind Mountains, Ifa Serine is rumored to be situated at the heart of the Silver Moon Forest. For millennia, the forest has been protected by an ancient enchantment that shrouds the location of where these Elves dwell, creating an endlessly changing path for travelers unwise enough to wander in search of it. Only those native to Ifa Serine or deemed worthy will have the path revealed to them. For this reason, Ifa Serine is the only Elvish nation unoccupied by Galatia.Aquroya—the “Kingdom of the Sea”, a peaceful, prosperous, and long-standing Halian world power. Its namesake as the Guardian of Water is symbolic to its geographic location as a coastal nation, and as such, a common salutation for Aquroyans is: “Fair winds and following seas”. Aquroya’s many port cities are instrumental in making the kingdom an essential ally for trade. Gentle, tropical winds tend to waft through the majority of the land. Aquroya is the most tolerant of the three powers in terms of intermingling between magical and non-magical races. Due to this, and its relative proximity, many Galatians fleeing magical-borne sanctions cross the border for protection.Ignis—the “Empire of Flame”, its sovereignty is chosen by the Great Dragon of Fire, Firagos. Ignisians have notably more strict societal pressures to be conscientious and reserved, and as such, they are not typically very expressive people. The geographical diversity of the Empire has forced Ignisians to become innovative in ways to connect with each other, and as such, engineering and science have become practices of great value. 

{THE LIKES} ~ In General Stargazing Midnight Strolls Pianoforte Fantasy Books Horseback Riding Vampire Hunting Writing in his Diary Black Expensive Clothes Black Horses Scented Candles Red Velvet Furnishings Male Company Female Company Hunter Weapons {sword & daggers} Red Roses {THE LIKES} ~ In Private  Hip-bone Hickeys Hip-bone Bites Oral Pleasure Back Massages Silky Sheets Egyptian Cotton Shoulder Kisses Chest Kisses Chest Biting Chest Caresses Neck Kisses Neck Hickeys Neck Biting From Behind Missionary Passionate Kisses Inner Thigh Bites Moderate Roughness Being Pinned to the Bed Blindfolds Hair Tugs Firm Spanks {THE DISLIKES} ~ In General Dracula Thunderstorms Too Much Noise Summer Time Troublemakers Pink Clothes Strict Commands Unnecessary Violence  Being Called "Adrian" Wild Dogs Cheap Clothes {THE DISLIKES} ~ In Private  Choking Blood Play Pain Infection Being Chained Up Getting Collared Forced Sex Whips Hard Spanks Ballgags

quickly, if you decide to respond to this, please include itin the message slash comment so i know wtf. "Wisdom teeth? Oh, Roma..." a pink-hued faerie drawled, titling her head to the side as she examined the bloody teeth. A proud smile formed slowly on Roma's face as she watched the tooth fairy marvel over the teeth. "They're all intact... From the same human, too." The tooth fairy took a deep breath, using her own sharpened front teeth to peel the remainder of the gum off one wisdom tooth. "You're so good. You know, you should really reconsider joining us. You're certainly bitchy enough. And you come across the rarest treasures..." Roma sighed heavily, crawling on top of the mushroom behind the tooth fairy. She crossed her legs and reached forward for the tooth fairy's white locks. She began running her fingers through the tooth fairy's hair, preparing to braid it. "No..." Roma pouted, "I can't join you. Do we have a deal?" The tooth fairy chuckled, leaning her head back into Roma's lap, her bright hues shimmering with excitement. "How could I ever refuse you, Roma, and these prizes you bring me? Hm?" Roma smiled brightly, her teeth glowing in the moonlight. She hummed while playing with the tooth fairy's hair as the tooth fairy continued cleaning the teeth with her mouth. There was an obvious disturbance in the woods and both faeries snatched their gazes towards the ruckus. The midnight critters had altered their songs, a warning to the nearby fairies, and Roma slipped off the mushroom quickly. Slamming her back into a tree, she closed her eyes, her figure disappearing into the trunk. The tooth fairy swallowed the wisdom teeth before she scaled the tree like a cat, hiding in the branches behind the leaves. Silently monitoring her surroundings, Roma saw the man approaching, but she saw no threat. He didn't seem to sense her until he reached out, grabbing a handful of Roma's shirt and pulled her away from the tree. Roma's camouflage failed as she hit the ground grunting. She snarled at the man, baring her teeth and crawling away from him. "Don't hurt her," the tooth fairy warned from the trees, "you'll regret it " A flash of light coursing through the trees caught everyone's attention and Roma used her forearm to guard her eyes. Without much care or concern for the distraction, the tooth fairy descended from the branches, landing on her bare feet behind the man. She immobilized him easily by biting into his shoulder, her claws forcing their way into his mouth to feel his bones.  

IS O N G B I R DDescent into the underbelly of the capital was always marked by the familiar stench of garbage. The mage, in some part, believed it served as a prelude for the state of the rest of the district—for those unfamiliar to wander unsurprised at the blatant lack of maintenance and disrepair only this part of the city suffered. Another theory was that it also served as a warning for those that didn’t belong—namely the curious who resided in a better district. Whether it was a dual-natured warning or not, the seemingly out-of-place pinkette was undeterred.She walked the streets as if she knew them: because she did.Pausing in her pace at one dilapidated structure in particular, she took a moment to appreciate the aging, somehow-still-standing, establishment for what it was.The old church had seen many uses in its time—the wear and tear of the structure spoke to that. In her younger years, it was home: an orphanage for refugee children that were lucky enough to escape over the Aquroyan border. Presently, it served as a shelter for the homeless and the hungry. When volunteers permitted, it was a clinic. Though it had not seen worship in many years—at least that she could recall—it was a safe haven, always, for those in need.Whether it was a secretive enjoyment or a sense of duty, the pinkette disguised her intentions for continuing to visit the church with a simple statement: she hasn’t forgotten her roots.Crossing the threshold of the double doors, the mage instantly met with the now-relieved expression of the clergyman responsible for organizing services of the day.“Is it so empty that I’m a sight for sore eyes, Father?”“It seems the Light Workers we trained couldn’t be bothered to show up today,” the priest mused, albeit with a hint of bitterness.“Not to worry,” she retorted. “You’ve got an actual healer today.”Usually, students studying Light magic would volunteer for the open clinic, in order to better hone the healing aspects of the element. A requirement for graduation, no doubt—as volunteer numbers seemed to decline after commencement. She frowned, noting the formidable line of prospective patients that formed.By the Goddesses’ ironic sense of humor, the mage was blessed to embody the element of Life—as such, she was a practitioner of true healing magic, despite her apparent lack of gregariousness toward the general public.“First in line?”A twinge of sympathy hit every time someone stepped up, of varying degrees—each came to address a different problem: physical trauma, day-to-day ailments, some with more serious illnesses. And yet, this was the only building that hosted even a remnant of a clinic. The only pharmacy found was of the street variety. There were, of course, certain dangers to be considered that were unique to the area—but these people deserved better. “Just born on the wrong side of the cobblestone, I suppose,” she mumbled to herself.“Pardon me?”Meeting the hues of the elderly woman she was treating, the gentle light emitted from the mage’s palm faded as her focused gaze became more present. A soft smile creased her features.“Nothing, ma’am, I was just talking to myself. I don’t sense any more tension—has the pain resolved?”Her surprise was quickly replaced by relief as gnarled hands reached up to touch her temples.“I hadn’t even realized! Thank you, dearie!”Before the mage could respond, a fragment of conversation caught her ear—out of the corner of her eye, she recognized the gruff figure of one of the local goons always stirring up some kind of trouble, a little less than casually conversing with one of the other priests.“…That’s higher than last week’s payment.”“Yeah, well, so are the stakes. I’m assumin’ ya wouldn’t want somethin’ happenin’ to the place? Ya know, like arson, or maybe a robbery?”She could feel her fist instinctively tighten beneath her cloak—but a gentle hand gripped her shoulder: a non-verbal request from the clergyman she’d spoken with prior.It was a struggle not to voice her indignation. “And that is where donations actually go, I presume?"A sigh escaped the priest—the only answer she needed.“It may not go to the beautification of the establishment, but I suppose it does go into protecting it.”Protect was certainly used loosely in this circumstance. She wasn’t unfamiliar with the laws of District Three, having abided by them herself at one point. Surely, more was to be gained by simply walking up the worn steps to a wealthier side of town—but the poor were easier targets.“I think I prefer to call it extortion rather than protection. Have you informed the Guard?”A chuckle escaped from one of the patients—a middle-aged man who’d been treated for a laceration to his hand. Obviously, he’d no shame in eavesdropping.“Don’t kid yourself, little lady. They’re either in on it, or don’t care.”The mage’s thoughts turned to a fiery redhead—the Major Crimes captain, a woman she’d gotten to know over the years. Honest, hardworking, genuine… The mage was ever-impressed by the depth of her compassion and sharpness of wit. The captain garnered quite a bit of respect from those who met her acquaintance, she being no exception.She was a good cop. Unfortunately, she belonged to the good part of the city.Shaking the thought, the mage silently accepted the reality that the captain was a needle in a needle stack. The man was probably right.“It’s getting dark,” the priest interjected suddenly: another code to live by for the street-wise. “I suppose I should be on my way now, then?” “Please be safe.”A soft smile swept across the mage’s features as she gave the old church one last glance-over before turning toward the exit.“I’ll come by again another day to make repairs,” she replied, motioning toward the cracks in the ceiling.Knowing better than to object to help, the priest nodded, sending the mage off with a wave. IIR A P T O RAs night fell, darkness blanketed the barely-lit streets: the lamps used to illuminate them strategically placed few and far between. The stark contrast of building silhouettes served as a guide for navigating rooftops—the absolute blackness of their shadows made it easier to gauge the distances between. Little by little, the underbelly’s most despicable slithered out as the hours grew later.Tonight was perfect to hunt—though truthfully, there were eyes for only one prey.The soft padding of leather against shingles sounded every so often, barely audible to ears that weren’t trained to listen for it. A petite figure leaped from roof to roof, auburn locks trailing behind her. For the residents of District Three, she wasn’t an unfamiliar sight, if one was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her.Truthfully, her presence lent balance to the scales for this part of the city: though perhaps not so much justice as it was karmic. Justice, fairness… Those were ideas that simply didn’t appeal to the nature of the slums: the only law that applied was survival. She offered something far more tangible than ideas: reprisal.Stopping at the ledge of one of the taller structures, the vigilante took a moment to appreciate the skyline—more realistically, the quality of her vantage point. From atop her perch, magically-induced amethysts scanned the cobblestone below. There appeared to be no sign of trouble… In fact, it was quiet. This was a rarity she would normally enjoy, had she not come out for a specific purpose. Finally, a conversation caught her ear. “Where’d ya get all that from? Boss hasn’t changed his rates in a while.”“I like to charge a little extra as a collection fee—what he don’t know won’t hurt him.”One of the men held out his hand, gesturing for a share of his own. With a sigh, the goon forked over a few gold coins.“Hush money, yeah?”“I ain’t seen or heard nothing.”Just who she was looking for.Emerging from the darkness, she waited for the two goons’ shadows to pass beneath the adjacent lamppost, before signaling them with a sharp whistle.“Hey, Handsome~.”Puzzled, both men stopped, searching for the source of the sound, before finally settling on her form. The collections agent quirked a brow.“Eh? Hookers are solicitin’ from rooftops now?”“Someone’s probably into that. Ain’t a bad strategy, though.”“Yeah, well I ain’t one of ‘em. No thanks, lady. Try the next corner.”He retorted, waving a hand dismissively at her. “What a shame, but I think I’ve got a better idea,”Distracted by her sudden appearance, the two men hadn’t noticed the length of amethyst ribbon encircled around their next step. As their feet made contact, her trap sprung, wrapping around the lamppost. The goons hung by their ankles with considerable slack—but the height was nonetheless still intimidating.Their terrified shouts was like music to her ears. Despite their appearance, the binding ribbons were reinforced by an enchantment, and bore considerable strength.But the vigilante wasn’t about to let them believe that.Like pendulums, they swung back and forth—until the ribbon bindings finally stabilized around their wrapping points. Afraid to make any sudden movements, the goon barely uttered a word as she drew closer from the ledge across, prying the tightly-held burlap wallet from his hand. “Seems you’re as generous as you are handsome,”She commented, with a wink.“As thanks, I’ll teach you a little thing about momentum…”It hadn’t quite registered until the vigilante lifted her leg to deliver a swift kick to the goon, knocking him sideways into the other. Albeit unwillingly, the blow was returned—and the motion would likely transfer between the two for some time…“You bitch!”Finally, one mustered up the courage to say something.“Feel free to hang around for a while, boys~.”A mixture of amusement and pride coated her laughter as she made her escape, a satisfying thud ringing throughout the night as her spoils fell into the old church’s donation box.Charity felt good.