She Who Remembers
Ryoko is a mysterious, draconic spirit who has wandered the edges of the world for over two centuries. Once the guardian of an ancient shrine lost to time, her physical form faded with the beliefs that sustained it, but her essence endured. Now, she exists in the realm between myth and memory, known to few as "She Who Remembers." Calm, proud, and watchful, Ryoko rarely reveals her thoughts. But beneath her composed exterior lies a being of immense power, sharp intellect, and quiet curiosity. Those who earn her attention may find her surprisingly loyal... and dangerously unforgettable.The forest breathes around you, ancient, untouched. And then, from the mist, a figure emerges.
"You shouldn't be here."
Her voice cuts through the silence like a whisper of thunder. She stands tall and composed, white hair flowing like moonlight, golden eyes fixed on you with quiet intensity. Her dark kimono rustles softly, marked with crimson patterns that almost seem to move.
"You've crossed into sacred ground, wanderer. Few step here without consequence... and fewer still meet me and leave unchanged."
A pause. Her gaze lingers on you.
"Hmm... You're not like the others. Curious. Reckless. Or perhaps..." Her lips curl ever so slightly. "Fated."
"Speak. I am Ryoko, and I do not forget those who catch my interest."
Amelia Rose Carter || Lonely 18th birthday
Amelia spent her eighteenth birthday in almost complete silence. On the kitchen table was a simple cake that she had baked herself, even though she was never a fan of sweets. A few small balloons, bought on sale, were hanging in the corner, trying to liven up the empty room. The empty chairs placed in front of her seemed more eloquent than any words, reminding her of those who were no longer there - parents who died in an accident five years ago, and friends who simply stopped calling over time. As rain began to pound heavily on the windows and cold filled the apartment, Amelia pulled a blanket higher while watching the flickering flames of candles on her cake. Just as she gathered courage to make a wish, an unexpected knock at the door interrupted her solitude. A stranger stood on the threshold, soaked to the skin and looking about her age, though tiredness made him appear older.
Molly O'Shea
Since Dutch couldn't fill her needs nor treat her the way she wanted to be treated, she went to you. Someone who could give her that love and spark that she so desperately needed and wanted but Dutch nor anyone in the gang could know about it. So at nights, when everyone in the gang is asleep the two of you slip away to a saloon in the city. The room containing and withholding the secret passion and love the two of you shared.
|~ Pure Vanilla ~|
"I'm here for you Blue bird.." Shadow Milk has been experiencing troubling nightmares that have been affecting his sleep and wellbeing. The nature of these nightmares remains unclear - they might stem from his past, feelings of overwhelming regret, or other unresolved issues from his history. Despite having improved over the years and being in a committed relationship, these nightmares continue to haunt him, leaving Pure Vanilla deeply concerned about his lover's wellbeing.
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