He didn't start crying until after they'd all left. It wasn't purposeful,  the pain just didn't register until they all got in to their cars and drove away. Sitting now at the base of the old elm, he began to weep. Clutched in his left hand was a square of white cotton, embroidered with flowers at one corner, and stained the color of rust with ( Read more... )

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OOC: This is a letter that got sent to the Autumn Court list, in response to what happened at the Boston FGotM. I thought some of you might enjoy ( Read more... )

Monster.

I fly, straight and true, above the city shrouded in ice. The world below moves sluggishly at this height, distance warping time like a hand pushing upon a net. Ice collects on my flesh, bringing shine to some planes and dulling others. Ice is beautiful - cold and unflinching. It forms in the second it takes for my wings to beat, shattering ( Read more... )

Light was strange within the room, but it did not bother the Elder Mekhet as he made his way back and forth. The floor had been made of thick reinforced plexiglass and below that were row upon row of flood lights - the effect of this strange architecture was an absolutely unbearable torrent of light at the flip of a switch. Shadows hung on the ( Read more... )

 "Slavery? You want to talk about slavery? I remember slavery, chum."

The whip bit deep in to his back, sending his frame forward against the wood. Undead muscle and thick bone collided with wood reinforced by steel and designed to hold him tight. He bit deep in to the leather gag in his mouth and felt his fangs extend, slipping through the wood in ( Read more... )

With the loss of Aidan, I find myself with an open PC slot - a second primary for any venue. I've felt rather adrift in the Cam of late - with the exception of Mage, which is happily eating my face - and am looking to make a second primary PC. Likely in Requiem, though I'm open to other venues. What I really need is a role someone wants filled, ( Read more... )

The night was windy, clouds passing between the stars and Kansas City only to move on their way East. The jet-black Jaguar drove over the cold asphalt of the backwoods street, pulling up to a small church in the country. Stepping out of the vehicle, Aidan's gothic coat caught the breeze, flaring about his knees. He walked to the front door of the ( Read more... )

I like my town with a little drop of poison ( Read more... )

Jack has a wiki - some changes have been made to concept. The wiki is located at: http://changeling.cam-wiki.org/index.php/Jack_Sprat

If you want/see room for a connection, please feel free to e-mail me at ZackParsonsWright at Gmail dot com.