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New Requiem PC for Casablanca VSS
So, this weekend is the first game of my new chapter's requiem VSS. I have a new wiki for her: http://www.cam-wiki.org/IlsaRead more... ) -
An Evening in September....
Finally, I felt like posting again. I don't know how long this fit will last. In general I do not have much time nowdays. Hope you enjoy.
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In general, I have little use for Elysiums.
Outside of the request for parley. To often broken by those who should know better and too often there is no punishment to compensate. Aspasia grumbles with ( Read more... ) -
GLaRE Thurs - Requiem - Snapshot #1
Earlier in the evening Sage suggested that there should be a gathering of the clan so everyone could see each other, etc...
Thrilling. How do the covenant leaders deal with this. The constant desire to meet and talk with the same group every time, rehashing the same things?" And the thought came to her. Gangrel were not like Invictus or even ( Read more... ) -
Aspasia - August - Greece (Part IV)
Jack looks at her for a moment. Then he slowly walks behind her and slides his arms around her, holding her close to him. "But I trust you, petite," he whispers in her ear. "Completely ( Read more... ) -
Aspasia - August - Greece (Part III)
She runs fingers through her hair. "And there was the curse."
Jack takes a moment to inhale the fragrance of the gardens before saying "What curse, petite?"
"The curse and blessing of being Kshatriyas." ( Gardens ) -
Aspasia - August - Greece (Part II)
“It's funny what the mind remembers ( Read more... ) -
Aspasia - August - Greece (Part I)
"There are times when I sorely miss the sun, Iereas." Aspasia leans forward, resting her folded arms on the railing of the boat, inhaling the sea air, and closing her eyes while the light breeze blows over her face.
"What I would give for a full day. To walk the streets of my home, sweating from the heat of the sun again." ( Lemnos ) -
Regan Iselin - Character Poem
I am warned to flee ( Read more... ) -
Aspasia - The Island - 9/16/07
She clawed her arms open, created rivulets of blood down her face, dripping into her eyes and coloring her lips. A line, deep across the top of her left breast, came from a blade rather than her own hands.
Then, the woman rubbed dirt into the wounds, deliberately. ( Prayer ) -
Aspasia - A cabin - 6/5/07
Finally, the muse wants out and I am in a place mentally where I can write again. It's been a difficult summer. I hope people enjoy, this may be a little less polished than my usual ( Read more... )