Hello again, bloglings! I have new hoooorns to show you from Plastik at We Love Roleplay. They’re beautiful. The design on them is modeled, not just a texture. The detail work Plastik put into them is lovely. And, as always, she has tons of texture options from which to choose!
While youre at WLRP flap your leathery wings and fly right over to Enfant Terrible’s booth. They released this wicked bodysuit with harness set. Aaaand glyph created these awesome jeweled claws for your bento hands. *wiggles her fingers*
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It was not the night which chased away the usual traffic that filled the bridge; it was her presence. Standing in the center, she felt the cool night air drift along the surface of her skin, warm with adrenaline, stinging the red gash on her cheek. It was yet another reminder of her weakness and a small smile flirted along the edge of her lips despite the mar along her cheekbone. The thought of her own weakness reassured her that one day she would be stopped.
They did not call on her for her subtlety. It was her conspicuity that they desired. She was known for the impractically tight red dress she wore, high slits along the legs to ease her movements. No one knew if she was called Red because of her dress or if it was the color she wore because of her name; no one dared ask.
She found her way to cities where the lines between politician and criminal did not exist. She came as they beckoned, when they needed an executioner, called upon to eradicate the enemies of politicians and criminals alike. But she also came as an example. That slight smile that crept along her lips was well known and elicited fear. When she walked through crowded cities, there was a swell of murmuring and chatter right before a pall of silence; and the crowds dissipated, people feared simply being in her presence. These crowds repeated the stories of her viciousness when she was not present. They were stories she dared not repeat even to herself, stories she would pretend did not exist. They were stories which crept into the corners of her mind and prevented her from sleeping at night. But she did not deny what she had become, who she now was, and she would wake again tomorrow with the sheen of anxiety still damp on her skin and repeat the stories which echoed in her mind in the sleepless hours of night.
Hello, my lil bloggettes! As many of you know I am a moderator in the Mesh Body Addicts group. I recommend the blog on a daily basis because it is so informative for people entering the market. Periodically, I will be guest posting on their blog featuring some amazing fitmesh for roleplay/fantasy. This was my first post there, please go check it out. http://meshbodyaddicts.com/fantastical-fitmesh/