Stand For . . .

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What do I stand for? Am I left am I right?
Am I up and down? Am I east am I west?
Do I wear the crown? Is my creed worth dying for?
What do I live for? Can you tell on my face,
What my heart beats for? Do the words that I speak,
Show it to the core? Does my glow outshine the stars?
Can you see my coat of arms?
STREAMING: Jonathan Thulin – Coat of Arms


POSE:
<K&S> Standing Poses ~ 1 1

BRODERICK is wearing:
Hair: *ARGRACE* SHIROGANE
Top: Noble Creations – [NC] – Elven Hunter – Black w/ mask @ Totally Top Shelf until Jan. 31

LOCATION:
Shareta Osumai Tea Garden

HUGE and special thank you to my lovely Aunt, Deva Westland, for the touchup on this photo.  You saved my night Auntie!  (Check out her Flickr here)

Fall for Someone . . .

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Fall for someone
with an air of mystery
and wildness in their bones,
but with the kindest eyes,
and a thousand beautiful stories
woven into their soul.
– Nikita Gill –


POSE:
Animation inside CHEZ MOI Victorian Wrought Iron Gazebo from January Deco(c)rate

BRODERICK is wearing:
Shirt: [Deadwool] Hugo shirt – mid blue
Pants: [Deadwool] The Dandy – trousers – grey

RYANNA is wearing:
(Click here to check out her blog: Trappings of a SecondLife)
Outfit: *LpD* – *Circus* Skirt / Top Pink
Hair: Truth HAIR Delphine –  browns
Shoes: Bens Boutique – Silvia Booties

SET DESIGN:
CHEZ MOI Victorian Wrought Iron Gazebo from January Deco(c)rate
Fiasco – Victoria’s Greenhouse @ January Round of The Draftsman
:
[The.Plastik]: – The Terra Decor Gatcha @ The Epiphany
– Hex Lantern Light
– Orb Terrarium LIGHT
– Tessellated Terrarium LIGHT
– Trapezoid Planter LIGHT
– Potting Table LIGHT

Kowloon Lives

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The walled city was said to be destroyed, but that didn’t explain why or how the soldier ended up there, again and again.  Each time he was stationed in China, he subliminally made his way to the sinful city.

It was very real.  He could see faces all over, seeking him to be their next customer for whatever they peddled.  His frame would brush against and feel the dense sidewalks of bodies. His ears filled with the noises of promises and desperation, while his nose inhaled the aromas of unique and authentic savors.  Walking along he was offered various promises of delight to supposedly cure his deep desires.  Some were to be used by him, others were offers of themselves for his pleasure… but there was only one he was seeking.

Her.

Once their eyes met, nothing else existed.  Time stood still.  She was the one who satiated his appetite like no one he had ever met before.  She pleased his sight with her soft body and skin.  She told him what he needed to hear and offered him her body’s responses.  She, was the only relief for his particular palate.  She knew no specifics about him, but she freed him.  With her, he was who he really was, and lived.


POSE:
<K&S>
Ragnar pose 2

BRODERICK is wearing:
Hair: *ARGRACE* Shun
Pants: -NOeditiON- Buckle Male Jeans (Dirt) @ Men Only Monthly until Feb. 15th
Tattoo: -Nivaro- ‘Samurai’ Arrow Tattoo @ StormWood Hills Medieval Fantasy Fair

LOCATION:
Kowloon

STREAMING:
Vaults – One Last Night (Hippie Sabotage Remix)

Just Wait

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Soon, the blaze would say enough is enough with the oil leaking underneath, and blow.

He was covered in the oil from his efforts to save, and to make sure no trail was left to the site of the explosion, he had thrown the victims of the crash as far as he could, away from the fire and spillage.

When he was done, there was no point in walking away.  A trail would follow him and find him. . .

. . .  So when he realized he couldn’t throw himself, he just sat down and waited.


POSE:
<K&S> All or nothing – pose 6

BRODERICK is wearing:
Hair: ::Exile:: Jackson:Sable
Facial Piercings: RealEvil Industries Rebel Face Piercings
Rings: Kunst Allegiant and Magnus Rings
Tattoo: Taox Tattoo – Cillian
Top: -NOeditiON- Maverick Jacket w/ Shirt AviatorVersion Black
Pants: BlankLine Jeans002 [JetBlack]

ON LOCATION:
Natural Falls IV

-[Bayde & Ori]- Stray Voyage

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Climbing up the rest of the way, Bayde slipped on a patch of ice, but caught his stance on his right knuckles, and popped back up, finishing his gait.  The snow on the hill below him now was crumbling beneath his stride, but he made it.  Grinning to himself, and sucking in a deep breath, he looked around arrogantly.

“Yeah…” Chuckled to himself.  As he turned around on his heel, he said, “I got this,” and had just enough time for his eyes to widen before he felt his feet fly up in front of him.  Landing flat on his back he looked up at the sunset sky, groaning.  Fortunately, only the shorter stems of the wings that were attached to his back stuck into his skin; only one or two piercing his skin.

Carefully, he stood up, trying not to bend the branches of the wings the druid woman gave him. The wings on his back couldn’t come off by his own doing.  Only an avariel elf could remove the wings from him safely.  Bayde’s journey was unique this time, as it wasn’t a mission doled out to him by Ori’Ziya’s father.  This voyage was lead by something deep within Bayde.

He was lead to a large oak tree which housed an old druid woman inside.  The crazy thing is she was already outside waiting for him.  Bayde began to explain how he ended up there, but the old woman smiled at him softly and turned around without a word, stepping back inside of the tree.  She was only gone a moment, but when she emerged, she was holding the wings.

“This is what you’ll need to take back,” she said.  Usually, Bayde would ask questions.  His questions were blunt and poignant; leading to pin-pointed answers to help him understand things.  However, this time, he simply nodded, already understanding, and turned around to let her affix the wings to him.  Little did he know though the powers these wings held.  Shortly after that, he was off again, to head back home.  He had no idea yet that his hair changed color.

Once Bayde was up off the ground, he looked behind and over his shoulder carefully.  The bit of blood from the wings shifting and the impact from his back landing on them was minimal, thankfully. The spot he was standing in now was warm, as the sun fully shown through the break in the trees.  Closing his eyes, he gathered the energy he needed from the wings, and as the sun’s rays caressed his skin, warming him, his thoughts drifted to Ori’Ziya back home.  He felt an urgency to get back home now.  He popped his eyes open and looked up.  The sun was setting directly in front of him so he turned right and began to run again.

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POSE:
Photo 1: WetCat “Flutter” 5m (w/ wings) @ StormWood Hills Medieval Fantasy Fair
Photo 2: WetCat “Flutter” 3m (w/ wings) @ StormWood Hills Medieval Fantasy Fair

BRODERICK is wearing:
Hair: Exile::Unravel (messy) Grayscale
Face Paint: Zombie Suicide :Z.S: War Paint #1
Tattoo: [flit ink] Dirty Wastelander V3.30 tattoo
Collar: Gabriel – ::GB::Armour Gorget Collar Gold (gacha)
Pants: Gabriel – ::GB::Gladiator Pants Black (gacha)
Shoes: Gabriel – ::GB::Gladiator Boots GOLD (gacha)
Accessory: Noble Creations – [NC] – Hunter’s Quiver
Accessory: Noble Creations – [NC] – Skull Warrior – Bracer
Accessory: [BODY FACTORY] Illusion Knife Bracelet (Brown)