- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Douche
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Romance, GOT
Lylith von Black
Table Rock: 2016
She swept her long red hair back, pulling it out of the way once more... Her hair had always been unruly, and was quite possibly one of the only unruly aspects about her. Lylith is very well mannered, she keeps herself clean and groomed to the highest possible standards, and she keeps her mind sharp with books, and studies, when possible. As for her unruly hair... Pins, brooches, and ribbons can oft be seen containing the blood red locks, thick as a horses mane...
On this night, the occasion called for a lovely Emerald brooch, acquired specifically for a ball nearly 200 years ago for a masquerade ball she hosted, celebrating the acquisition of her estate... The piece was priceless, and still quite lovely, but it simply didn't do a satisfactory job of holding back the mounds of hair she possessed...
Lylith re-pinned her hair, locking it in place, where it would remain for the next ten minutes or so...
"Ohh the things women do for beauty... " she whispered under her breath...
She leaned over once more, and once more her hair pulled against the metal tines of the jeweled brooch, but it held... For now... She smiled a little, satisfied that she wouldn't have to mess with it again for the next few minutes at least. She turned her attention from the tedious job of maintaining her beauty and returned it to her guest, who was lying, head in her lap... The man had been a gardener, tending to the mountainous estate she and her family now occupied... But he had grown too curious and greedy, and had tried to blackmail the Countess...
Lylith flicked his hair aside, arranging it as he lay dying in her lap... She imagined he felt little pain as his limbs trembled and refused to work for lack of blood and oxygen. His mind would slow, and his sensory functions would dull... Eventually he would fall asleep, and never wake... At least that's how Lylith imagined this kind of death felt... She hadn't experienced it before, though some of her family had explained it that way.
Finally, the mans last fighting heartbeat ended and she stood, leaving the body where it lay... Someone would tend to it. She had more important things to do than clean corpses from the halls of her own home. She had done enough of that in her younger years...
Lylith looked out a massive bay window of the multi million dollar estate, as she passed it... The tinted, UV proof, glass allowed her the luxury of being in the sunlight without burning... Something she hadn't experienced in years and years... She found it actually helped her think, and most of her family commented that it improved her mood, somewhat...
She stopped as she looked out at the setting sun. It was later in the day and most of the hired help was already gone, after preparing for the nights event... The gardener wasn't supposed to be working at all, when he was caught sneaking around the house by one of the newer members of the family.
She watched as the unlucky gardener was loaded into his own car and pushed off the cliff adjacent to the main driveway... She imagined the scene the investigators would find after the car exploded, incinerating the body inside, and erasing the incision in the neck, and hiding the broken bones he suffered when he struggled against the Countess' deathly embrace.
She smiled.
"Time for the party... "
Table Rock: 2016
She swept her long red hair back, pulling it out of the way once more... Her hair had always been unruly, and was quite possibly one of the only unruly aspects about her. Lylith is very well mannered, she keeps herself clean and groomed to the highest possible standards, and she keeps her mind sharp with books, and studies, when possible. As for her unruly hair... Pins, brooches, and ribbons can oft be seen containing the blood red locks, thick as a horses mane...
On this night, the occasion called for a lovely Emerald brooch, acquired specifically for a ball nearly 200 years ago for a masquerade ball she hosted, celebrating the acquisition of her estate... The piece was priceless, and still quite lovely, but it simply didn't do a satisfactory job of holding back the mounds of hair she possessed...
Lylith re-pinned her hair, locking it in place, where it would remain for the next ten minutes or so...
"Ohh the things women do for beauty... " she whispered under her breath...
She leaned over once more, and once more her hair pulled against the metal tines of the jeweled brooch, but it held... For now... She smiled a little, satisfied that she wouldn't have to mess with it again for the next few minutes at least. She turned her attention from the tedious job of maintaining her beauty and returned it to her guest, who was lying, head in her lap... The man had been a gardener, tending to the mountainous estate she and her family now occupied... But he had grown too curious and greedy, and had tried to blackmail the Countess...
Lylith flicked his hair aside, arranging it as he lay dying in her lap... She imagined he felt little pain as his limbs trembled and refused to work for lack of blood and oxygen. His mind would slow, and his sensory functions would dull... Eventually he would fall asleep, and never wake... At least that's how Lylith imagined this kind of death felt... She hadn't experienced it before, though some of her family had explained it that way.
Finally, the mans last fighting heartbeat ended and she stood, leaving the body where it lay... Someone would tend to it. She had more important things to do than clean corpses from the halls of her own home. She had done enough of that in her younger years...
Lylith looked out a massive bay window of the multi million dollar estate, as she passed it... The tinted, UV proof, glass allowed her the luxury of being in the sunlight without burning... Something she hadn't experienced in years and years... She found it actually helped her think, and most of her family commented that it improved her mood, somewhat...
She stopped as she looked out at the setting sun. It was later in the day and most of the hired help was already gone, after preparing for the nights event... The gardener wasn't supposed to be working at all, when he was caught sneaking around the house by one of the newer members of the family.
She watched as the unlucky gardener was loaded into his own car and pushed off the cliff adjacent to the main driveway... She imagined the scene the investigators would find after the car exploded, incinerating the body inside, and erasing the incision in the neck, and hiding the broken bones he suffered when he struggled against the Countess' deathly embrace.
She smiled.
"Time for the party... "
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