

SorrowThere is a house on a hill, not far from here, that broods and slips through time. Changing only in its tiniest details, remaining forever the same. A silent old house with creaking shutters and smashed windows - and inside there lives a killer. Phobos. A Greek name for Fear. For a god that no longer exists. And over time that name descended onto the house, climbed in through its broken windows, and smashed doors. Until it was ingrained in the wood itself - along with the screams that echo through its halls. The blood that lies stained upon wooden floors not dusted in over two hundred years.Sorrow
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Evening Gold

Enlightened MaskThe light reflecting off the long shovel glass seemed to scatter diamonds through the air, landing in a collected spot on the floor below it. And as the light illuminated this one spot in the room, it seemed to shadow the girl who knelt before the pool of light.Enlightened Mask
She was dressed in nothing more than a tattered bathrobe. It used to be soft and gorgeous, the cloth once vibrant blue, now a faded grey. Her skin was ashen, carrying a red undertone. Cheeks gaunt, making her seem more like the Grim Reaper than the model beauty she had been in the past. Long strawberry blonde hair fell around her face, framing it in oily straggly strands.
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~TheRabidFangirlClub *da-mentors
Do you like green?--
Milie
* I can't help falling in love with you *
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