"... of devils and angels, I am but a mortal..."

filmnoirfemalefatales: All the Women who Independent

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 19:03:55 -0400

filmnoirfemalefatales:

All the Women who Independent

aestheticcollagesuniverse: Mafia Female Boss

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 18:59:30 -0400

aestheticcollagesuniverse:

Mafia Female Boss

WrA Alliance!

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 18:52:22 -0400

wardennerd:

daria-belmont:

I’m not entirely sure what good this will do, but I absolutely will NOT sit by and let it go without discussion.

On one of my ventures between servers to speak to some old friends, I happened across a horrible sight. Melrony Crime Family spread to WrA. Let me tell you how angry I got when I saw that.

Not only is this guild ran by a shitty man who will harass you OOC, but he is also known and proven to ERP knowingly with MINORS. You want proof? Message me. I’m part of the reason that guild is no longer on Moon Guard. I feel terrible for the current members, but this is abhorrent.

Please, get your friends away from that disaster guild. While on MG, those officers harassed their members and made them feel like shit. Upon leaving, they were treated like shit and made to feel like they couldn’t even log onto the game without some nasty, hateful shit whispered. I even received some hate after creating my own guild and taking in members who didn’t feel welcome in their ranks. I still receive hate from old Melrony members on alts.

I was never a part of this guild, but I watched as many of my friends were destroyed by them. I lost an RP partner for the better part of a year over that guild. I’m fucking glad they’re off MG, but I worry for WrA.

Please, spread this fucking word. Selvatore Melrony can eat my shit.

I’m reaching out to see the exact information, but I will say that my observations of Melrony have confirmed several aspects of Daria’s claims and I do recommend high levels of caution around them.

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Tue, 26 Jun 2018 16:55:03 -0400

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Ask a Killer

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 13:16:14 -0400

easternkingdomer:

vezely:

| Heroes or Villains, Killing May Be Relative |

♔ :First kill

♕ :Last kill

♖ :A kill you regret

♗ :A kill you have been known to boast about

♘ :How you prefer to kill someone

♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name

♚ :A time when you showed mercy

♛ :A time when mercy was requested but not provided

♜ :Post-kill actions, thoughts, or emotions

♝ :Ever killed for sport?

♞ :Define a good kill

♟ :A close call to being killed yourself

Very much a Vorain prompt, he shall answer

susan-gampre: The Madam Susan Gampre. The left is how she...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 10:46:31 -0400

susan-gampre:

The Madam Susan Gampre.

The left is how she currently looks, with her glamour pendant charm. Short, moppy blonde hair and heavy makeup.

The right is just a recolourig, with her favorite colors and natural hair color.

Rekindling

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 09:50:47 -0400

susan-gampre:

                            The following story was a collab RP between
                           @edwinxerathi @eilitheduskbringer and myself!
                             It has been formatted and written in the third
                           person for the full effect of everyone’s roleplay
                                                       contribution!

       Music

“Susan.”

The voice was soft though affirming, an aim to acknowledge the lazily lounging Madam who had taken to simply resting upon the sidewalk, just outside of the PIg and Whistle Tavern. There was some issue regarding the Madam’s lack of sufficient strength to maneuver her chair up the many steps separating the sidewalk from the business’s entrance.

Despite the sudden remark in her direction, the Madam did not stir from her posture. She was, after all, comfortable. Which was a rare occurrence in her week since returning home.

She had remained with her chin in her palm, elbow resting atop the appropriate arm of her wheelchair. Heavily she was leaned back into the cushion wheelchair’s back, her posture stiff with her left leg crossed over her right thigh. However, despite her no attempt to look toward the speaker right away, the Madam sprouted into a tempered smile, humming in response, “You know… I came here specifically in the hope that I would see you, dear Eilithe. I’m content that things have worked out for me in the end, I haven’t even been waiting long.”

Eilithe remained where she was- averting her eyes to the stone across the street.

The kaldorei procced to rub the fingers of her tattooed left hand together, “Oh?” Her words came out tensed, swift to clear her throat, “I am glad you are alive, Susan."

Unbeknownst to either woman, from down the street strode forth the snazzily dressed Edwin Xerathi, his lips tugged upward into a half smile in acknowledging toward the tigress as she leaped from her place of rest. Anthrel immediately began to chuff, nuzzling and prodding her maw against Edwin’s hand.

Susan lifted her chin from her hand at this moment, pressing her weight into both elbows now pressed atop the cushioned arms of her chair, shifting herself around in the seat, hands now dropping down to gather the extended spokes attached to her chairs larger wheels, beginning to coax herself around to better face Eilthe– And the kaldorei acknowledged no startling changes of the Madam. In fact, the only difference to her was tanner skin and bleach, shortened hair.

Instead, Susan was invested in Eilithe, remarking rather bluntly: “Let’s speak in private.”

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gabytaangeles:Pretty - https://weheartit.com/entry/314204343

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 01:59:40 -0400

gabytaangeles:

Pretty - https://weheartit.com/entry/314204343

A Request

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 01:10:02 -0400

This letter would be multiplied and sent to three different individuals dubbed as Murkey McCree, Lochlan Almash, and Cypris Nightingale. Within the letter is a specific address written, the address being the location of which Susan has requested to meet each three receipents.

On each of the letters some of the words bare smudges, as well as random spots of which the ink had run from what is to be presumed tear drops, otherwise the letters are written efficently and quickly in somewhat sloppy handwriting.

The letters read as follows:

To The Beloved Friend of Tomen Dawes,

My heart is heavy even as I write this. A part of me cannot even find joy in the fact that I am writing at all, given the topic of which I am referencing. It is nothing I wish to speak to you through a mere letter– This requires a face to face.

I’d like to welcome you to my father’s shop within the Dawrven District. Please arrive by six in the evening tomorrow night.

We have much to discuss.

Condolences,

@tomen-dawes @edwinxerathi @cyprisnightingale @waroftwowolves @murkeyglglgl

Rekindling

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 00:31:37 -0400

                            The following story was a collab RP between
                           @edwinxerathi @eilitheduskbringer and myself!
                             It has been formatted and written in the third
                           person for the full effect of everyone’s roleplay
                                                       contribution!
       Music

“Susan.”

The voice was soft though affirming, an aim to acknowledge the lazily lounging Madam who had taken to simply resting upon the sidewalk, just outside of the PIg and Whistle Tavern. There was some issue regarding the Madam’s lack of sufficient strength to maneuver her chair up the many steps separating the sidewalk from the business’s entrance.

Despite the sudden remark in her direction, the Madam did not stir from her posture. She was, after all, comfortable. Which was a rare occurrence in her week since returning home.

She had remained with her chin in her palm, elbow resting atop the appropriate arm of her wheelchair. Heavily she was leaned back into the cushion wheelchair’s back, her posture stiff with her left leg crossed over her right thigh. However, despite her no attempt to look toward the speaker right away, the Madam sprouted into a tempered smile, humming in response, “You know… I came here specifically in the hope that I would see you, dear Eilithe. I’m content that things have worked out for me in the end, I haven’t even been waiting long.”

Eilithe remained where she was- averting her eyes to the stone across the street.

The kaldorei procced to rub the fingers of her tattooed left hand together, "Oh?” Her words came out tensed, swift to clear her throat, “I am glad you are alive, Susan."

Unbeknownst to either woman, from down the street strode forth the snazzily dressed Edwin Xerathi, his lips tugged upward into a half smile in acknowledging toward the tigress as she leaped from her place of rest. Anthrel immediately began to chuff, nuzzling and prodding her maw against Edwin’s hand.

Susan lifted her chin from her hand at this moment, pressing her weight into both elbows now pressed atop the cushioned arms of her chair, shifting herself around in the seat, hands now dropping down to gather the extended spokes attached to her chairs larger wheels, beginning to coax herself around to better face Eilthe– And the kaldorei acknowledged no startling changes of the Madam. In fact, the only difference to her was tanner skin and bleach, shortened hair.

Instead, Susan was invested in Eilithe, remarking rather bluntly: “Let’s speak in private.”

To which the kaldorei hesitated, the doubt in her gaze not so easily hidden from Susan. Eilithe reached with an almond pointed nail and plucked at her lip, the gesture odd to the Madam– though Susan made no effort to linger on the gesture.

Lingering her gaze too long on Susan was not something the elf wished- if only because she feared there would be something beneath the surprising normalcy of Susan’s appearance.

"Lets,” Eilithe agrees, crossing towards the back alley. “The Tea House, then.”

Susan would begin to coax her chair along, turning to finally notice Edwin– and for a moment she’d pause, simply staring toward him in that of astonishment. She most certainly was not expecting to see him of anyone this early in the evening.

He seemed to notice her hesitance, bearing a charming smile before motioning toward the Madam, inquiring, “Need a push?“

Instantly Susan smiles, hands moving from the wheels of her chair to fold atop her lap, gaze drifting from her father figure to the woman hesitating at the mouth of the alley, “If Miss Eilithe does not mind the company?"

Eiltihe’s eyes made swift work of inspecting Edwin once over, her tone curt, "It does not matter to me.”

And thus the trio – including the grumbling tigress trailing behind down the narrow alley – proceeded into the dark and shady way of Old Town district, quickly coming up a shop of which Eilithe jogged up the few steps leading toward, procuring a key to unlock the door. Quietly leering over her shoulder the Kaldorei would advise Edwin before entering the shop, “If you tilt the chair..,” she trails off, motioning toward the stairs, “The steps are small.”

Dread filled the Madam’s tone as she clung for dear life to the cushioned arms of her chair, “Oh good– I always loved carnival rides.“

From behind her came the hearty, masculine laughter of Edwin– who had taken it upon himself to prove both his mighty machoness as well as Susan’s overall thinness, easily plucking her entire chair into his arms before entering the doorway. Once within the shop would the chair before rested back on the ground. And only then would Susan let out a breath of relief – such a breath she wasn’t aware she was even holding.

Eilithe went to shut the door behind them.

In this moment… The human duo would marvel the space of the business they’d been invited to. The Tea House was set up something like a traditional Panderen one- floor tables and pillows. To Susan it brought a sense of warmth and home, the Brothel having been quite similar in homely aura in some parts.

Quickly Edwin would motion to himself, nodding toward Eilithe in a formal introduction, “Edwin, by the way.”

Eilithe shifted her dark eyes passing to Edwin, remarking shortly, “Eilithe Duskbringer,” before she passed toward the counter, offering her guests, “Coffee, tea? Alcohol?”

Susan made no effort to prey upon Eilithe’s hospitality, politely shaking her head– whereas Edwin would immediately jump toward the opportunity with a, “I’ll take some coffee if you don’t mind.“

Eilithe crossed around the counter and put water onto the stove, beans in the press.

Bam. Coffee on the way.

Turning her dull eyes, Eilithe fixed on Susan.

“So.”

The Madam’s lips pulled into a firm line for a moment, the elf’s voice echoing in her mind for but a moment. So…

So, Eilithe, I’m sorry I didn’t put use to your boyfriend’s defense system.

So Eilithe, I’m sorry you felt responsible and took in my employees while I was gone.

So, Eilithe, I’m sorry I can’t reciprocate your hospitality any time soon.

So, Eilithe, I’m sorry… For so many things.

Slowly the woman pulled herself from her thoughts, preventing herself from spiraling out of control whilst fixating on the elf’s own strong, unwavering gaze. And instantly, the moment Susan opened her mouth, she made the effort to just get the ball rolling.

An apology and thanks were first in order.

“Since my return, I’ve found myself lacking that desire to beat around the bush, Eilithe. -So-, first and foremost, I’d like to thank you personally for the hand you had in transporting my employees to a safer location upon the misfortune that became the brothel in my absence.”

Midst their conversation Edwin rubbed his hands under Anthrel’s cheeks, smiling as he lowered his forehead to nuzzle the feline’s. The friendly, dotting gestures were reciprocated by the tigress eagerly licking and nuzzling the human male in return.

Eilithe stared at Susan, not so much cold as she was expressionless. She had undergone her own changes in Susan’s absence. “My family keeps their word, Susan- else there would be no weight when I give it. Do not thank me for upholding it."

The Madam’s chest tightened, a thick lump forming in her throat so thick it became hard to swallow. Swiftly, she nods once, simply pushing aside that revelation of thanking now that it was said and done.

A more important matter was at hand, after all.

“I need help. And be it… If -you- can personally oversee such a craft being created, or if you know a person I could refer to in order to help me… Either way, it would be appreciated. “

This seemed to peak the woman’s interest, "That would depend entirely on what needs crafted.”

The Madam prepared herself to explain– but she remembered that doubt she saw in Eilithe’s eyes when they first saw each other again. And for a moment she internally debated if the next course was one she herself was willing to experience–…

And it seemed her mind was made as Susan would begin to reach for the clasp connecting the golden chain of her necklace.

It was as though the moment the chain was disconnected that the vibrant, flashy stone encased in the golden frame lost its color. And too, the Madam’s skin grew paler and weathered. Her once healthy display withered into a sunken, gaunt shell of a woman, her bones especially prominent, very little fat filling out her dress as well as she did -before- removing the necklace. Her features became more hollow in more ways than one, her lips dry and cracked, her skin no longer decorated in makeup.

There was no amount of artificial beauty that was not magic that could soften her sharp features. The blonde hair once atop her head was now much dingier and frayed. But the most striking thing about the Madam in that moment… Was the gaping hole where her right eye was meant to be.

Midst the removal of the necklace had Edwin cast a stare unto his daughter as she removed that enchantment. He frowned a bit at his appearance, but from when he first saw her she was still doing better. Slowly he moved back to Anthrel, abruptly averting his gaze back to the female tigress currently nuzzled against his chest, grim in expression.

Susan carefully set the necklace atop her lap, sinking back into the cushions of her wheelchair, looking much smaller now as she does so. Thin lips pulled into a grim smile, her single eye fixating on Eilithe’s gaze as she states clearly: “I need an eye.”

Magic- particularly of the illusion variety, always had a certain weight– like something hanging in the corner of one’s eyes waiting to be looked at. She did not look away from the grotesqueness of the hole in Susan’s head- though she did not linger in disgust either. In fact, Eilithe’s face changed little behind a flinch in her left cheek- no doubt fro ma grit of the jaw. "Yes- it would appear you do.” She cleared her throat, “And would you like this eye to see, Susan or simply be for show.”

“I would like for it to see,” Susan remarked, sure of tone, “I am comfortable knowing there may be limited vision– I know magic and skill can only do so much. But it’s better than no vision at all. If I’m being honest, which I am, it’s been horrendous constantly turning my head more than necessary just to see anything over here.”

The wheelchair-bound woman would proceed to wave a hand around along her right side when she mentions ‘here’.

Eilithe clicked her tongue, "On the contrary, Madam Gampre.” She gestured, “I would venture to say that I could craft you an eye that sees -beyond- what your eye currently does. In theory, anyway.” She ran her tongue along her teeth, “However- given sight to the sightless has a cost. Give to get.” She held up her finger, “Equal exchange. In other words, a literal eye for an eye."

In the midst of Susan and Edwin digesting this share of information would Eilithe take advantage of their silence, adding on: "Unless there’s the option of mechanical replacement– then that, I cannot help you with.”

This piqued Edwin’s interest, an eyebrow-raising toward Eilithe whilst he inquired, “So you’d need an engineer to make an ocular device for vision?“

With a nod, Eilithe looked to Edwin, “Yes- I’ve no knowledge of mechanical things. I would have to enlist one of the harbor’s engineers."

After quietly considering the responses would Susan weigh in with her own question, leering pointedly toward Eilithe, “And that cost is even for having a regular seeing eye, with no specialness to it?”

Instantly the kaldorei turned to Susan, "If you want, a normal,” she pressed her finger flat against her eyeball, “eye- squishy, living, and a part of you, the exchange will be from another.” She eyed Anthrel, then Susan, “That’s the truth of it. We could try different things, animals, but a human’s eye would work best."

Edwin smirks, looking to Susan. "Want papa to make you an eye?”

The Madam’s hesitation was very noticeable, her lips pursing before murmuring, “It’s something I must consider, clearly. My curiosity is peaked in more ways than one. My own creativity has the best of me, has me desiring a tiger eye– But I know the human is the route I’m most likely to go. Unless you can end up convincing me I need something more than just a regular human eye.”

A whistle of the kettle came from behind her and Eilithe turned to pour out the fresh brew into three cups. “An engineer would be less messy.” She opened her hand. “There’s a matter of finding someone that will -willingly- give up their eyes for you.. or finding someone who is unworthy of their current set.”

Edwin moves to collect the coffee, remarking, "There are a few people, but the issue is finding an eye as beautiful as my daughter’s other.”

Susan blinks slowly, beginning to coax the golden chain back around her neck, clasping it together. All the while she wears a tempered smile, clearly amused with Edwin at least.

Eilithe, however, paused and stared toward Edwin with widened eyes, her tone hesitant, “Pardon? Did you say -daughter-?“

“Yes, why?“

For a moment the kaldorei looked absolutely befuddled, glancing to and fro between man and woman- that was until Susan would begin to chuckle, relieving the elf with an explanation.

“He is very dear to me, Eilithe. In such a way that we have simply adopted one another.“

“Oh,” the woman breathed in relief, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment, “That’s much less stressful on the brain.”

After a long, solid moment of well-received silence would Eilithe lift her cup up to her lips and took one long sip, “Take your time in deciding, Susan– there are plenty of options at your fingertips.”

In this moment would Edwin proceed to offer one of the cups of coffee he had procured from Eilithe’s possession, offering it toward the younger human female. Instantly Susan took hold of the cup, opting to merely caress either side of it with her palms in the effort to warm her frigid skin.

“Clearly,” Susan hums, “And I imagine all very, very expensive routes. What do you think would be the minimum amount required for any of the options?”

“Whatever you pick, I can help too,” Edwin reassured her.

Susan’s smile turned from Edwin toward Eilithe with the Kaldorei’s voice rising up to speak: “If you usedmy engineers, only the cost of parts- should they need something special. I imagine they would. For my craft? Only the price of one eye from another to you. I don’t want your money.“

The human female nods once, proceeding to sip from the coffee within her cup. The gesture was ginger, slow. An effort to acquire more time in the warmth that was the little tea shop. Of course, once she swallowed her mouthful and lowered the cup the Madam would aim to conclude the small get together with a: "In that case, I’ll use the rest of this night to decide. Thank you for listening to me, Eilithe. This has been a great help.”

From beside Susan Edwin spoke up, his tone humbled and honest, “I thank you greatly as well. Warms my cold heart to see people helping my family.“

Eilithe passed around the counter and sipped her coffee and nodded, “As I said- I am just glad you are alive. Worry not–the only place for you to go is up.”

Susan paused for a moment before she nods once, beginning to offer her cup toward Edwin, “Soon my employees will be out of your hair, as well. I’ve acquired a small donation put toward fixing the Brothel– Just as we’ll get out of your hair now, dear.”

Edwin akes the cup from her, finishing his as well wit ha satisfied sigh. He moves to set them on the counter with a soft nod, before going back behind Susan’s chair.

The kaldorei looked pointedly to Susan, "You and your people are welcome both in this shop and in Dead Sun.” She stared a moment. “Tell me– what is ten percent of the cost of your repairs?”

Susan narrowed her gaze upon Eilithe, gauging the woman for a moment before replying, “Essentially, that would be no more than five thousand gold. We’re an inspired people, and seeking to invest in sturdier walls.“

“As a ten percent shareholder- then you can expect that amount. Five thousand. I must speak with my Surfal before promising you anymore.”

The Madam nods once, glancing over her shoulder toward Edwin with a pointed stare before returning her gaze toward Eilithe, offering the woman a grand smile. “Have a wonderful evening, Eilithe. I’ll be in touch soon.”

And out the door did the two humans leave, their tigress companion trudging after them.

The Madam Susan Gampre. The left is how she currently looks,...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 17:46:03 -0400

The Madam Susan Gampre.

The left is how she currently looks, with her glamour pendant charm. Short, moppy blonde hair and heavy makeup.

The right is just a recolourig, with her favorite colors and natural hair color.

mercymageooc: You remind me of the babe What babe?

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 16:26:39 -0400

mercymageooc:

You remind me of the babe

What babe?

Set in Motion

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 09:34:44 -0400

susan-gampre:

                                             The following story was a collab rp effort
                                               between myself and @edwinxerathi

           Music

Mention: @tomen-dawes
Small reference: @eilitheduskbringer

Bitterness had set firmly within Susan’s heart. Ever since the news made it’s way to her, delivered by the only man she had ever trusted with her life– A man she could not dispute or deny had a major influence over her. In fact, that influence was so great she dared to believe the feeling was quite mutual.

She trusted Edwin Xerathi more than any gentleman she had ever come to meet in her lifetime. And something about the moment seemed… Perfect. But even as perfect as the moment felt it did not expel the nerves vibrating throughout her veins like an intense drug, affecting her in such a way that made it difficult to focus on one thing at a time.

The wheels in her head were turning. Her eyes growing darker as a shadow cast over them, tilting her head forward.

Quietly the woman picked at the cloth of her skirts dress, lips weighed by a massive frown, her features contorted into that of deep thought. “Tell me, honestly, Edwin… How do you feel about Tomen’s death?”

“I was pissed.. I was too busy looking for your captors to find out the guards, but I made the decision if you died I would kill them,” He spoke casually, folding a leg, “Now that you’re here, that’s your decision isn’t it?”

For a moment she was silent, breath slowing whilst her eyes were narrowed on the opposing wall. There were many variables to consider at this time. So many paths to choose, many options to pick through and a plan to be formulated, perfected and executed.

She wondered if it was worth the risk. Everyone who spoke of the guards responsible for Tomen’s death said they were just doing their job. For some reason that thought didn’t sit well with her. There was a hold on her heart that caused her brain to drift toward murderous tendencies, her throat tightening in agony at the thought of her dead beloved.

Finally, with a small nod of her head, the Madam answers, no hesitation to be heard in her voice: “I want them dead.”

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                                             The following story was a collab rp effort
                                               between myself and @edwinxerathi
           Music
Mention: @tomen-dawes
Small reference: @eilitheduskbringer

Bitterness had set firmly within Susan’s heart. Ever since the news made it’s way to her, delivered by the only man she had ever trusted with her life– A man she could not dispute or deny had a major influence over her. In fact, that influence was so great she dared to believe the feeling was quite mutual.

She trusted Edwin Xerathi more than any gentleman she had ever come to meet in her lifetime. And something about the moment seemed… Perfect. But even as perfect as the moment felt it did not expel the nerves vibrating throughout her veins like an intense drug, affecting her in such a way that made it difficult to focus on one thing at a time.

The wheels in her head were turning. Her eyes growing darker as a shadow cast over them, tilting her head forward.

Quietly the woman picked at the cloth of her skirts dress, lips weighed by a massive frown, her features contorted into that of deep thought. “Tell me, honestly, Edwin… How do you feel about Tomen’s death?”

“I was pissed.. I was too busy looking for your captors to find out the guards, but I made the decision if you died I would kill them,” He spoke casually, folding a leg, "Now that you’re here, that’s your decision isn’t it?”

For a moment she was silent, breath slowing whilst her eyes were narrowed on the opposing wall. There were many variables to consider at this time. So many paths to choose, many options to pick through and a plan to be formulated, perfected and executed.

She wondered if it was worth the risk. Everyone who spoke of the guards responsible for Tomen’s death said they were just doing their job. For some reason that thought didn’t sit well with her. There was a hold on her heart that caused her brain to drift toward murderous tendencies, her throat tightening in agony at the thought of her dead beloved.

Finally, with a small nod of her head, the Madam answers, no hesitation to be heard in her voice: “I want them dead.”

“Then it will happen.” He said with that same casual tone as his hand went to fetch a cigarette from his coat, all the while Susan watched him closely, acknowledging that his response was yet to finish.

Edwin popped the cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a silver plated lighter, talking around the butt end, “Got a game plan? I was just going to find some info through reports and then hunt them down with a gun.. Maybe leave something that meant a lot to Tomen at the corpse.”

“I have the specks of a plan,” the woman assures, her attention moving toward Edwin now, “I’m going to contact the closest friends of Tomen Dawes and hire them on to rain fel onto the ass holes responsible. As well as the spouses of the responsible– But that will be my own personal mission.”

Mm, doesn’t harming their spouses defeat the point? -They- killed Tomen, not their partners.“ He sighed. "Then again, you could kill their spouses and leave them alive to suffer through your pain.”

The Madam’s cheeks would fluster, aggravation boiling her blood as she digested his response, a scoff heard coming from the Madam, her posture going rigid. For a moment, her voice was more shrill as she challenges: “Do you think they cried an ounce when their partners came home after ‘just doing their job’? You think they were not consoled and made to forget their -terrible—..,” she’d sniffle, having to pause for a moment, a hand reaching to caress her face as she buries it into her palm, shielding away the mix of emotions upon her features.

Instantly Anthrel chuffed, the sound soothing and soft whilst she gently nudged the woman’s legs in an effort to comfort the Madam. THe gesture did some good, at the very least. It distracted the woman, her skin crawling with postivity with the theraputic rumbles of the tigress, the noise bringing her out of her dark thoughts.

Edwin sighed, conceding, “If that’s what you want, it’s your mission.” He stood up and moved to her, smiling, “I just know that it would have destroyed my soul if someone killed my wife due to my actions.”

With a shaky breath the woman lifted her head, able to compose herself after deep inhales and slow exhales. With lips pressed into a firm line, Susan brought her eyes to inspect Edwin. Her features were lacking any emotion, desperately calm.

“That is what I am hoping for. And before the men die they’ll be showed some sort of proof of their spouse’s death. Perhaps a decaptiated head– That way not only do their bodies die, but their soul lives on in agony.” Her eyes flicker toward the floor then, “It’s only appropriate.”

“I could just kick their door down and shoot both of them, wife first.” He chuckled. “Well whoever you get,” he, as Susan acknowledged, was referencing those she might bring into the folds, “I’ll arm them nicely.”

A small smile tugged at Susan’s lips, humbled with how optimistic he was.

“I’m planning on sending out missives–,” she remarks, “Letters asking for friends of Tomen to come to me to a safe location so we can discuss just how… Angry Tomen’s death makes us all,” she’d grit her teeth, “And those few who are blood thirsty enough? I’ll welcome them to join us. We’ll make it effective and quiet. No one will suspect us.”

She’d pause, a hand moving to caress her cheek whilst she muttered in addition: “But now that the Brothel’s gone, and I’d not risk insulting Eilithe, I must find a safe location to discuss with these chosen few.”

With a gesture around his shop, Edwin states, “We can meet here, but make sure they’re trust worthy first.” He smirks, moving to squat next to Susan.

For a moment the Madam was quiet, her lips pulled into a firm line – essentially she was just trying to fight back the urge to smile. But what she did not fight was the urge to touch him, reaching forth to caress the side of the older man’s face, cupping his cheek in her palm. “You know that I love you, Edwin, right? Do I tell you that often enough?”

He shook his head. “You don’t tell me often, but I know that you feel that way,” He set his hand on her chair. “I love you too, Susan.” he leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to her forehead.

With a small sigh through her nostrils the woman rests her hand back into her lap, reveling in the gesture. No longer was she willing to fight the smile, thus her lips tug upward into a brilliant grin. “I would hope so.”

. He brushed her hair back with a soft smirk, the two marveling the moment before he was moving to stand, "But we’ll get it down.”

“Of course we will,” the woman rose a hand and waved it about in a dismissive manner, her features contorted into a mocking grimace, “We’re smart, and no expense will be spared in righting the wrong doings against our beloved MIster Dawes. When Vivian is old enough she’ll be told of the injustice against him, and too she’ll be told how true justice was enacted. She’ll grow up, that Vivian Gampre-Dawes, knowing that with the right amount of loyalty and determination… You can jump from the grave and bite back.”

And in that moment… A swell of pride began to replace the sadness and ache of love lost. This moment was a rejuvenating one, breathing life and purpose into the Madam’s withered soul, giving a beat to her cold heart.

She had something to achieve now, besides returning Vivian home.

Revenge was on the horizon, and it was going to be bloody.

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Sun, 24 Jun 2018 15:55:10 -0400

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Sun, 24 Jun 2018 15:54:46 -0400

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Anthem of the Whores.@sistersinsin

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 13:57:09 -0400

Anthem of the Whores.

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Sun, 24 Jun 2018 13:01:34 -0400

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To A Miss Winterscale,

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 02:52:06 -0400

the-wolfs-raven:

susan-gampre:

                    The following letter would be addressed to a Tarvasha
                    Winterscale, written neatly. It’s envelope would bare no
                  immediate indication as to who had written it, save for the
                    startling recognizable seal of the red wax with gold flakes
               mixed into it, the impression of a single unidentifiable flower
                    present.

I’ve found myself, since my return, lacking the desire to beat around the bush anymore. I’m home, Tarvasha. Your absence, though without a doubt within good reason, has been noted. But I am home, and ready to rebuild what you had a direct hand in helping run.

If you are at all interested in returning for the sake of running this business with me as the Brothel’s comfort wife, I welcome you with open arms. I am in dire need of all the help I can get. Resources have run dry, I am currently struggling to rebuild relationships with old alliances as well as the public in general.

If you’re uninterested in helping the Brothel… Then help me, directly. Something terrible has happened – They kept her, Tarv. They kept Vivian. I’m not inclined to call this a rallying of the troops, but I am going to get her back. I lost Tomen, I’m not going to lose her, too.

Get back to me as soon as you’re able.

We have alot to talk about, one way or another.

@the-wolfs-raven

These days, the piles of mail that awaited her seemed even more distressing and overwhelming than they had ever been. But from the corner of her eye, a familiar seal offered a glimmer of light in her dimmed world.

She tore open the letter and quickly scanned its contents, clutching it tightly to her chest as she bit back a sob.

Susan was alive.

She was back.

She was hurting.

Suddenly, her own pain was violently shifted to the backburner of her mind. It may come crashing down upon her in time, but for now…

Dearest Susan,

It fills my heart with joy to find you’ve returned. And yet it would seem that the darkness has yet to lift its wings from you.

Myself, and my resources, are yours, dear Madame.

Welcome home.

~Tara

A steady breath of relief fell from the woman’s lungs as she read the contents of the letter, silently thanking the Gods that the ball was slowly beginning to roll.