The fresh wounds were sore today,but they had to be endured. To try and alleviate the discomfort she would wear as little as she could get away with and stand in the sun after the marking ceremony. The markings didn’t half hurt when they were carved into her skin, revealing the dark flesh below, but they were what gave her power. So under the light of each new moon, the Elders set to work on her with the ritual knives, to replenish her magics potency. They had tried using tattoos on her skin,some of which still remained on her forearms,but they were not a fraction as effective as cutting the designs into her flesh.
Outfit Credits:
Wounds: [Cubic Cherry] {Tarnation} wounds BLACK – New Releae @ Necrocize
Face Mask:[Cubic Cherry] {Insight} mask BLACK R (bom) – Mainstore
Stockings: [Cubic Cherry] {Mellien} socks BLACK (bom) – Melody{SOUR} Event
Top: [Cubic Cherry] {Loomy} top metal ed. ONYX (mait. reg) – Mainstore
This is the third and final post set in the Halloween Haunted Nieghbourhood mainly because Halloween is upon us and the Halloween Shop n Hop is closing, so you won’t be able to get the freebies after tomorrow.
“Boat Party” the invitation had said, looking at this thing it’s surprising it’s even floating. This is not the venue she’d have expected for a supposedly respectably classy Halloween gathering. There were meant to be some influential community firgures attending, but it doesn’t look there’s anywhere here at all. As she enters there’s very authauntic green slime hanging from the ceiling, entering through to the main room there’s sigils on the floor that really do look too much like blood..did it just glow when she moved towards it?
That looks too much like real blood..
Did it just glow..?
I guess not..
Backing up she turns the other way out towards the jetty, which looks extremely rickery indeed.
Evidently no-one out here, maybe there’s a note or somethng inside, so she heads back in looks at the book on the altar..
“The moon is dark, and the gods dance in the night; there is terror in the sky, for upon the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no books of men or of earth’s gods.”
Next up in my explorations of the Halloween Haunted Nieghbourhood is a very surprisingly interactive house you should definitely check out.
Arriving at the house the Vampire looks around wondering why this old place had been chosen for the meeting. She smells blood, maybe there’s snacks! The lights don’t seem to work so she picks up a lamp to see what’s here, a bloody mess greats her eyes. A human must have done this, her kind wouldn’t waste so much. It annoyed her, just the mess on the floor would sustain the average vampire for a week!
A noise comes from the next room and she freezes,the human must still be here, she would know if it was one of the Coven. The human is wearing jeans and a leather jacket, looking inside a fridge and hasn’t noticed her presence yet.
A few quick strides and she has her arm around his neck from behind and whispers menacingly in his ear “Who’s your leige,fool? They need to punish you for the mess next door. You know we’re on strict quotas,all that splatter is such a waste!” Loosening her grip ever so slightly she listens to his pleading confused response, “Liege? Quotas? What are you talking about”! Pulling down the collar of his coat she sees no Clan or Coven tattoo on the back of his neck and swears. She can’t really have just walked into the house of a murdering psychopath and not a volunteer, can she?
She considers what to do,if she drains this human and is found out she’ll have gone over her quota, the penalty wasn’t worth it. Instead she decides to just do humanity a favour and jerks his head sharply hearing a crack,she steps back and lets the body fall.
Taking one last look at the scene before she goes, checking she didn’t touch anything since she entered, she heads for the door.
Pausing at the door she sees her mistake, there’s a nail missing from the house number, she’s at number 96 not 66. A few minutes later and 30 doors up the street her coven sister opens the door to the correct house “What kept you? The snaks are almost finished!”.
Having collected a few outfits over the Shop n Hop and other events for Halloween, I thought I’d explore the Halloween Haunted Nieghbourhood for locations to photograph them, so this is the first.
Remember the Shop n Hop finishes on the 1st of November, so some of the items may not be available after that, so be quick!
Flipping the switch by the front door and no lights come on, she sighs and picks up the lamp sat on the reception counter and ascends the dark stairwell. She’s been told the room she has to attend the midnight Vigil is at the top of the stairs to the right, so she makes her way there. Presuming the room with bars and padded walls wasn’t her destination, she takes the *other* right into a bedroom that looks like it’s not seen a duster in decades. Taking a quick look around at the dirty room, she dusts off the least dirty chair, which happened to be a wheelchair, and sits to await the family or any others that might be attending.
The rest of the place was just as creepy on the way upstairs..
Outfit Credits:
Outfit & Boots: [JANGKA] SAMANTHA Outfit HALLOWEEN – Jangka S&H (frankly far too expensive at 700L$ for this pattern)
Standing at the entrance to the transport portal she contemplates the consequences of her intentions. The gang that gave her the Chelsea Grin really do deserve some payback for what they did to her. The damage to their own portal gateway and surrounding area when her orb detonates on arrival there, is nothing compared to her lost arm and facial scars that will never completely heal. She now has to keep a straight face all the time to avoid pain, yes they definitely deserve it. Before she can change her mind, she activates the device and tosses it into the portal and walks away before anyone sees her.
Inspired by purchases and sights at SciFi Expo. The outfit made me feel rebellious and I wanted a story that explained the rather gruesome but very well made tattoo of a Chelsea Grin.
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Something is wrong with a Spheres. She doesn’t know where or what, but something is wrong. The shrine where she stands was built where the leylines from various parts of the Fae races converged. Most of them maintained a connection to the respective Spheres continuously, except the Mermaids obviously. Their airheaded builders putting the temple in the wrong place,but at least it was regularly connected enough to do its job. But something still felt wrong.
There were some that were only occasionally showing up, but from different lines, as if they were moving, perhaps one or more had been stolen. The Web of spheres and leylines must be maintained, or the Egg of Ostara will hatch. With no parent, the bleached bones of the last of its race outside of the Khol Dracus valley curled around it, who knows how it will react.
They were mysterious and beautiful creations, many a lifetime had been spent searching and eventually she’d found one. Having heard the tales when a child she had first thought them just stories. It wasn’t til her teen years that an old journal had surfaced among a crazy old relatives possessions. This contained research notes in several different hands, clearly it had been written by many over a long period of time.
There were descriptions of egg-like objects of many designs but their purpose and origin were unknown. Apparently they held great power, but to what end and how? This one had turned up in a woodland, a logger clearing a swathe of ancient forest, that really should have been protected, found it secreted within a hollow tree he had felled. Apparently it had been found with a symbol made of gold, resembling two letter Fs back to back, this he had sold to a local gold dealer and was likely melted down by now, such a waste! He had shown a little more sense when it came to the Egg though. He took it to an antique dealer in the city, where he’d received a fair price for it he believed. The antique dealer was laughing all the way to the bank though, believing he had just acquired one of the famous jewelled eggs of Russia.
This was when it came to my attention, when the dealer listed it for auction. All those people that had spent decades searching for these things had lacked something that made the job much easier : Twenty-first century Internet with AI search algorithms.
I’d spent a lot of time and money setting this up using some possibly privacy invasive techniques along the way. When the antique dealer in the back end of nowhere pressed Submit on the Web page, my search algorithm picked it up. Which proceeded to run the photo through comparison photos of all the known Russian eggs and found no match ran a trace of the dealers IP address, using hacked access to the service providers customer list then promptly emailed me with the dealers home address and a photo of the item in question.Â
Now I had it in my hands and the dealer wasn’t going to be selling anything ever again. I say my hands, but currently it was sat on the ornate table in front of me while I watch mezmorized as candle and firlight reflect off it.
Little does she know, far away in a place she doesn’t even know exists, someone has noticed..
The Centaur patrols the pool below the waterfall, enjoying the cool water on her legs when everywhere else in the forest is warm.
She sees movement in the trees and becomes alert, she relaxes its just a faun come to drink. She doesn’t mind her watch shifts in the summer, she gets to stay cool in the water, it’s the best position to guard the cave behind the waterfall that contains her races sacred Sphere.
She calls out from her cover out of his sight. “Who goes there? What’s your business in this part of the forest?”
She calls out from cover
There is no response and the Human is even looking in a different direction, as if they had not heard. Curious now she comes up onto the shore and partially out of cover, her bow raised and aimed in no uncertain terms at the man..in a flat cap, this is most odd.
She calls again louder this time and the stranger responds this time. “I hope you’re not going to be loosing that that thing at me” he says. “That depends, what are you doing here in this part of the forest? Are you lost?”
He looks rather confused and asks “Am I not still in the park?” she eases the pressure on the string but doesn’t lower it just yet, “Where do you *think* you are? she asks a little concern in her tone now, this guy is clearly not all there. “Avebury?” he replies, clearly coming to the realisation that he wasn’t. Clearly he’s accidentally done something in the stone circle and transported himself to the Faire Lands.
He’s clearly confused, she lowers her bow
She lowers her bow and gestures along a path, “Follow that path you’ll come to a cirlce of stones and there should be a glowing archway, walk through there and you’ll be back where you belong…then you will wake up from this weird dream you’ve been having about Centaurs. OK?” The man looks embarrassed and heads off along the way she had indicated.
She goes back to the waterfall and checks on the sphere behind it, satisifed she assumes her sentry position once again.
She checks on the spere before resume her sentry post
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There was a whole collection of eggs available at Fallen Gods, in 100% RFL Donation Vendors. Sadly they are gone now. Perhaps you’ll be able to get some next year!
Location: The Seventh Valley
Credits:
Centaur Body: Jinx : CenLighTaur- Jinx
Centaur Coat: Jinx : Fantasy Faire 2020 Special Skin by Cinnamon – Jinx
Upper Body Skin: Bifrost – Nirvana – Fallen Gods Inc. FF2021 Ragnarok/Jail n Bail Exclusive
Hair: Raven Bell – Nereid -Raven Bell
Tattoos: Artoo’s Ryoko: Assassin White Bright – Artoos
The young Mer goes about her weekly chore, she knows it’s important but she still finds it tedious going up to the temple to collect the artifacts and bring them down to the pedestal that marks the leyline. If the location is so vital, why didn’t they build the massive temple directly over the leyine? So now because of some architectural miscalculation from a distant ancestor she has to bring the Sphere and symbol of the Gods out and place them on the pedestal and watch it as..nothing..happens. After the prescribed amount of time she carries them back to the temple where they are secured once again, til next time she has to do her duty.
It was hard work sorting through the layers of mythogy and history layered on the site of the ruined Chapel. So many peoples had held this spot sacred and look at it now, crumbling stones. This being the latest addition to the place, attempts by modern religion to stamp out worship of the Old Gods.
I was here though for something that was far older,long forgotten and should not have been. No doubt below the earth there would be remnants of other buildings or worship structures, likely circular.Â
The significance of of circles had become distorted over time, commonly accepted as reference to the planet or the cycle of life, death and re-birth, it formed the basis for many variants of nature based religions. They were of course wrong. Old tales and legends talk of circles, but it’s a mistranslation. The correct term is Sphere. They did not refer to theoretical concepts, they were physical objects and I’d found one.
Looking at it now I can understand why there were misunderstandings. Demons had called it the “Zygot”, meaning egg. Which makes much more sense when it’s seen closed.
This particular relic and its accompanying symbol of the Gods was entrusted to my race, Demons. Legends told that each race had been entrusted with one, I’m sure somewhere they might be a Dryad or other fae sat in a comfy chair in the warm, unlike me in a draughty ruin. Regretfully my people had neglected their duty of protecting it. Or had they?
As I sat on the bed in the ramshackle shelter I’d built inside the ruins to provide some shelter, I thought how better? People can’t destroy or steal something if they don’t even know it exists, let alone where it might be found.
So some rather smart soul in the last couple of centuries had buried it, but not just anywhere. The legends also told that these relics needed to be near leylines to serve their purpose and this site was at a junction where two lines crossed. They must have had some human help obviously, the ground would have been freshly consecrated back then and no Demon could have got near the place, let alone bury something in the crypt.
Perhaps maybe that’s exactly where it belongs, or thereabouts. The Human Relations Department may have to try and officialy obtain the land, since the place is long abandoned, but that’s fortunately not my job.
There’s a whole collection of eggs available at Fallen Gods, in 100% RFL Donation Vendors.
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Credits:
Skin: HEL female + Fallen Gods Inc. FF2021 Ragnarok/Jail n Bail Exclusive
Sphere: ~Libertine~ Collectable Egg 59 “The Secret” – Fallen Gods
Dress: SF:: Uitzuger – Scarlet Fey
Eyes: [n.a.p] Hoard Eyes – Fatpack – Not a peep
Boots: //R3D// Boots Runar – maitreya – R3D Studio
Hair: Raven Bell -Luxe Hair Front [F1-1] Long -Raven Bell
Wooden Chest: Icealand – Chest – Iceland
Ruins: TLG – Chapel Ruins – The Looking Glass
Shelter: TLG – Dead Mans Island Castaway Camp – The Looking Glass
