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Really old notes
All matter is created by energy and 'nature's' will. Gods are more like energy, entities. Each lower dimension is more constricted in movement and thought. Like characters in a book can only be so complex. So there is an innate understanding that cannot be transmitted in any way. Like the feeling that there was nothing at first. 'Sentient' beings ( Read more... ) -
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I was tired of playing with puppets, but I didn't want the drama of humans ( Read more... ) -
Lorelei's Debut Song: (WIP)
The world's a plain ole hellhole ( Read more... ) -
The Bone Witch?
Ellie's bubble gum popped again much to chagrin(?) of the shop owner, who watched the cowgirl suspiciously. Ellie was merely walking up and down the aisles peering at everything with mild interest as her partner was doing the actual shopping. Ellie's slow and steady steps in boots and stirrups(?) clicked as she walked across the wooden floors, ( Read more... ) -
Lorelei's Old Bio
CLASSIFICATION: Mermaid - If one was anal and needed to label her, she’d actually fall under “undead, but never got to live as a mermaid”. Mermaids are natural necromancers. So when she was stillborn, her mother revived her and now Lorelei needs the energy of souls at all times to maintain her form and life ( Read more... ) -
Editting Older Again.
I had seen her before. And could not forget her. A lovely figure in that stoic and stony edifice. It was a place full of bowed heads and whispers. A place of muted shuffling and silent colors. I spotted her from my favorite perch in that hallowed place ( Read more... ) -
The First Night
Virginia woke the same way she has been for many years, suddenly aware as if she was not even asleep. It was daylight outside, gray light really. She laid in bed for a moment, partly to enjoy the warmth. She glanced at the time, it was close to evening. So she slipped from her bed, straightened the sheets, and pulled on a robe over her ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
I suppose my official job title now is "the coven whore". That's how someone in my position is always referred to by others, even in literature. The polite euphemism is "caretaker" or "crypt keeper", which I feel is a much more appropriate term for my case. Before you think I'm lying to myself, I'll state now, I've only slept with the Master of ( Read more... ) -
Lighting the Wick (cont.)
"Relax Embers," I sighed as I laid back in the couch and slowly chewed on my eclair, "Sekyrstone research is completely irrelevant to you...(?) I could hardly use your help on Sekyr stone."
Embers closed the book abruptly. "Your courses are obviously giving you grief, which thereby concerns me." She set the book down beside her and reached for my ( Read more... ) -
Lighting the Wick (cont.)
It's probably been about a month since our new maid Embers had joined our little loft. Alexei had been aggressively congenial as always, and had already trained her to call him without any titles. But I hadn't bothered to so she still calls me "Master Nicholas" and Alexei sighs at that from time to time, but it seems to work out just fine ( Read more... )