The past mostly forgotten...
but for the important things....
angel
Her chain sister sienna.
In reality angel was more devoted to her than to their negligent master.
Perhaps because she showed angel what kindness and sweetness was as only a sister might.
There is something to be said about love and respect and sienna had earned angel's.
Click the portrait for angel's chain sister's story.
angel has been watching cook and sienna take care of sienna's kitten Amber. Last night angel saw the kitten sneak a piece of meat out from under cook's very nose and run like the very devil were on her tail. Cook didn't know whether to cuss or laugh. He ended up doing both!! A girl found it terribly funny to watch!
This picture is Amber's hideaway, sienna had to climb after her a lot, and angel would stand on the ground and laugh while sienna pointed out that if angel would learn to fly sienna would not have to climb.
Something has happened! sienna and her kitten are gone! angel awoke and the winter silks, cape, and boots ~both pairs~ are gone, along wth angel's black bag. Girl suspects sienna has taken an opportunity to wander as angel often does. Angel does have a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach so has put on jade boots and her winter silks to go to market and see if sienna is there. Returned home to find that Sienna is still gone. Miss Kitty, the madam at the cathouse, is writing this for a girl. angel bought a bag from the market and has put her winter silks in it, she has one pair of her boots, and her gloves and her fur cape. This girl is going to out find sienna. A girl left Master a note but does not know her letters enough.. maybe he will figure it out.... Besides Master can find or summon angel as He chooses::shrugs::: If He needs or wants her (this girl will not hold her breath, even when present he is absent) He can put out some effort and come to her, but this girl will not return without her sister.
The time spent seeking Sienna has been cold and a feeling of hopelessness fills angel. A girl's head has been hurting very badly and she has noticed that her throat has been burning. Angel stayed in a tavern and looked into a looking glass and noticed her collar is fading.
IsamuShade: ~His hood pulled over his head as the snow falls at a steady pace, his druid robes, a deep grey, match the snow as he moves down the meadow's path. The druid's eyes staring at the ground, watching the path intently, so as to not step off at the wrong moment he then stumbles tripping over a bag in the snow. Turning and reaching down to lift the bag he checks its contents, inside he finds: winter silks that a lass would wear, a white hooded fur cape meant to keep warm, a pair of forest green gloves, then an amazingly beautiful pair of jade leather fur lined boots. Shouldering the pack slowly he wonders whose it was as he moves along. A bit of a flash, as if lightning, then struck his eye, he was rendered temporarilly blinded. Turning to look to the light he sees.... her.. burning an intense green flame as if eldritch fire and yet the woman's outline can be seen clearly seeming to whither a moment. Scared he is, for this is the first time he has seen this, he turns moving quickly down the path trying to forget the dreadful look of pain and sorrow she held as she burned so brightly and silently....~
And the Lord looked down upon His black and red winged child, her heart and soul burning in that green flame as He removed her from her pain and agony. And this My angel is what abandonment by the one you love feels like. You will learn this lesson over and over again for eternity or until I forget you exist.
And through the flames
what emerges on
the other side?
ReBirth...
The Beginning, once again, to present...
angel
The
angel
The fall
Sentenced,
Love finds her
Abandoned again,
Lesson to be Learned.
The Fire And Cleansing,
And the Fallen One Emerges,
Memory gone~time passed~alone,
Damaged Wings, & at the mercy of man.
Ever just have one of those really bad days?
Doomed to repeat a cycle that cannot be broken.
Unless there is one who is willing to take on God~Himself~
for
her
does
such
a man
exist...?
The ebony and scarlet winged angel finds herself wandering alone and naked after her unremembered ordeal. Her feet carrying her to the Lace Garter Inn, she is taken under the protection of Maya the Vampire who owns the establishment. Anyone knowing Maya would say such an action was not customary for the woman who had no soft spots for anyone really. The unusual arrangement, however, gave the girl reason to work around that tavern and later find herself wandering once more having earned the dress of black silk she now wore. Funny how it would look rather nice on that form if not for the fact she refused to fasten the neckline. Some distant thought that escaped her making her leary of such a sensation of having anything too close to tender flesh.....
So many nights she would wander and knock upon tavern doors, the idea being that if she showed up during a rush of business, the tavern owner would jump on the opportunity to let her serve guests for a place by the fire when the doors had closed. This had worked well for her until the night the tavern owner of a particular tavern thought that her serving drinks was not all she would do for him after the doors closed. Bruised and battered, but innocence intact, she was once more upon the road and seeking a place to sleep. She had walked all day to reach that tavern, worked all that night and as dawn hit was on the road again, tired and weary and her feet hurting she would with trepidation approach the next Inn. The gobin woman at the door assuring her that she was welcome to enter and the owner was indeed in. The door open she would knock anyway and await permission to enter. Permission granted, her eyes rested on a blond man, with dangerous good looks and a winsome smile. Wary of Him, she would slowly move within the tavern her offer of work accepted. He would offer her a place by His fire as well as more than the stale bread and water she had requested when he told her to tell the tenderess what she wished to eat. On the plate set before her was bread with butter and honey, the likes of which she had never tasted, the water she had asked for, apple juice and hot stew that would go untouched. Her thoughts racing on how if something seem to good to be true......
Sweet angel would question His words of her safety within His tavern as blackened, eye, cheek and split lip were revealed as crimson and onyx locks of hair were pushed from delicate features. His gaze and words gave nothing away no indication of reaction at all. This should have been warning enough. Bread finished, and pleading that she was unable to eat the stew although it smelled wonderful, she would find wrists grabbed by the demoness behind the bar, her body pulled upon that surface as she was inspected by the man who had been so kind to this point. Her struggles were met with a simple statement spoken in soft cold tones, "Struggle and I will slit your throat". Struggling was of course stopped and soft begging words would slip from her lips pleading with him to stop.. and leave her alone. His answer to her request took form in the cool feel of metal, the click and the flash of witchfire. Collared and warned that her leaving the Flesh and Chains Inn without His permission would carry the price of pain as she had never known and probable death, the girl simply shuddered and fell to her knees before him. Sending her to the back room for a change of clothing. "Do not let the Demonesses advise you", He would tell her, "they will make you look cheap. Clean clothes are needed girl now go find something fitted to an angel, abeit fallen." Dress exchanged she would once more move to kneel before Him as she would ask him for a small gift, a name. Always it seemed she was called what she was, the generic name, angel. After much speculation and several names, His gaze studying her reactions to several tossed out, He would smile and name His angel Morgana and explain why. The name it seemed had sentimental value. Honored with this name, she smiled to her Master~Master Scafloc~and knew it would not be long before His touch would leave His mark upon her body, heart, mind, and soul just as His silveron collar with angelic runes marked her throat.
Click the collar to read more about a girl and her Master
The Flesh and Chain's Inn
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own?
It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home
(Performed by the Grateful dead~Lyrics written by Robert Hunter)
All Who Play within the Dark Labyrinth Storyline and Flesh and Chains Inn will be expected to be NO LESS than 19 years of age. Their mundane counterpart, controller, keyboard operator, alter ego, etc... WILL BE NO LESS THAN 19 YEARS OLD. This has been stated TWICE. The character will be NO YOUNGER than 19 and will look EVERY DAY of that age. We will not have a young 19 or someone who looks 12 -16 but is really 19. That is a loophole for pedophiles and will not be tolerated. We do NOT in ANY WAY, wish to condone pedophilia. IN OTHER WORDS, pedophilia is NOT OKAY. NO age play whatsoever will be allowed in this RP. IF you are into that, you are fully ENCOURAGED to look elsewhere. This is a Dark and ADULT storyline and not for the faint of heart nor the underaged. Have I stated this enough? There will be NO exceptions. This is for the protection of all within the storyline and those underage as well. If you have a problem with our rules. Take it to your parent/s. These rules have been set by order of those within The Dark Labyrinth storyline and stand as LAW. We do not care how good of a friend you think you are to us, there will be no exceptions to this Rule.
Nephalim and Puka under front porch {8 foot tall Demon Lord and Jareth the goblin king's daughter}.
Front door of the inn is named fang {an enchanted Balor).
Render the war beast's long table{ fiendish Dire Were Wolverine}.
Twenty four seat tables { one of which is Scafloc's private} and Forty vampiric nymph barmaids.
Serving area behind bar bottle shelves behind and under bar {Demona the Succubus NPC Bartender}.
Three auction blocks
Two moving stages { Naga the Medusa NPC dancing girl}.
Six slave cages { three behind each stage}.
Wall of chains.
Great fireplace{Hearth of Inn}.
Trophy wall above fireplace.{Bleu lives in a demon skull ~ yes I know it is the french spelling~.
Furs before Fireplace, couch, loveseat and chairs before fireplace, separated by small end tables to hold drinks as well as coffee tables before the couch and loveseat {kitsune that lives under couch~ sen}.
Private room under the stairs ~ Scafloc's study
Storage room next to room under stairs. { kegs }
Kitchen area {nara the cook, pez kasha the NPC succubus cook, cold room, bread ovens, cookfire, back kitchen door is balrog Ripper.
Kitchen storage room { Shelves, bags of flower and dry goods}.
Main storage room {kegs and bar supplies}
Treasure room {Fireplace, throne dais with ruby and diamond thrones, thirteen 12 foot war golems behind thrones, fabulous wealth all around room, furs before the fire as well as down stuffed silk and velvet pillows scattered about.
Armory
Herb Garden and well room {herbs Morgana's department}
Greenhouse { Sin}
BathHouse NPC mermaid bath attendants.
Smithy
Dungeon door in bar area.
Wine cellar.
Crypt {Apparition~ elven vampire musicians}.
Demona's Cavern.
Rafters above main bar area {Jada's roost}.
Rafters above the furs ghost gathering place.
Hidden Balconies {where the female vampire musicians of apparition play}.
Note* Barn, stables, graveyard, and necropolis mausoleum are not attached to the inn.
Second floor main balcony landing {at the top of the stairs Mistress Morgana's balcony}
Hall of Worlds, three haunted suits of armor
Master and Mistress's chambers {Razor the balrog, enchanted demon door
Haunted Chapel {First turret residence of Slash the enchanted balor door}
Slave chamber first room { First room connects to Master Chambers}
Slave chamber second room.
Library ( second turret}.
Scafloc's secret laboratory.
Guest rooms, and slave quarters three through thirty on second floor. Each room has own bath and fireplace.
Penthouse rooms ~ The Centaur Room adjoins third turret ~ The Griffin Room ~ The Silken Slipper Room, The Velvet Room adjoins fourth Turret. {These rooms must be obtained from Morgana or Scafloc and cost more being at least twice the size of normal guest rooms as they contain a sitting room for the noble types who might wish privacy}.
Third Floor {The Royal Apartments}
The Attic.
The roof, The gargoyle's roost.
