Wicca’s Originals @ FaMESHedX // August 10th – September 10th
Item: Armi (Chains) Top
Sizes: Maitreya [LaraX+PetiteX], Reborn, Legacy[F] [Classic+Perky], Belleza GenX [Classic+Curvy] // mod-copy-no trans
HUD: 10 Metals (different faces to color)
LM: FaMESHedX
Wicca’s Originals @ Mainstore
Item: Sari Necklace
Sizes: unisex // MaitreyaX (Lara+Petite), Legacy[F] (Clasic+Perky), Reborn, Belleza GenX (Classic+Curvy), Legacy[M], Jake, Gianni + unrigged version // mod-copy-no trans
HUD: 10 Metals
LM: Mainstore
Wicca’s Originals @ Mainstore
Item: Kirsi Garters, Thong & Boots
Sizes: Maitreya [LaraX], Reborn, Legacy[F], Belleza GenX [Classic+Curvy] // mod-copy-no trans
HUD: 10 Colors & Metals (Garter& Thong + Boots // Hide/show option for the Thong)
LM: Mainstore
Wicca’s Originals @ Mainstore
Item: Modest Top
Sizes: MaitreyaX (Lara+Petite), Legacy[F] (Clasic+Perky), Reborn, Belleza GenX (Classic+Curvy) // (hide/show options for the shirt on the HUD) // mod-copy-no trans
HUD: 10 Colors & Metals
LM: Mainstore
Day and night, Sixsmith labored at his toils. He was a craftsman of the finest ilk. So much so, he was no longer called the name given to him at birth, but by the trade at which he excelled – Sixsmith.
His latest creation was complete. As he polished the finished pieces with a soft cloth, Sixsmith closely inspected every stitch, every link, and every inch for any imperfections and found none. Only the best for the greatest warrior in their kingdom.
The appointed time had arrived and Sixsmith placed the two pieces upon a wooden tray lined with thick red velvet to prevent damage before they were presented. All eyes fell upon his as Sixsmith emerged from his forge. From the strongest sword to the most delicate of adornments, Sixsmith could create anything the imagination allowed.
The crowd that had gathered in the streets parted in deference to the hulk of the man who stood head and shoulders above them all. Dressed only in leather pants and boots, the well-muscled man was living proof of what years of hard labor could do to a man’s physique.
Sixsmith continued through the streets until he stood before doors of the Great Hall. The portal slowly opened to reveal the warrior waited patiently at the end of the massive room. Undaunted, Sixsmith entered with his head held high until he reached the raised dais at the end of the hall.
With respect, Sixsmith dropped to one knee and held his burden high for inspection. With a simple nod, the warrior presented an arm. The first bracer was lifted from the velvet nest and placed upon the proffered limb.
The thick yet supple leather molded to the forearm as though sculpted to perfection. The metal rivets, pins and adornments gleamed in the sun that shown through the high windows of the Great Hall. Near the wrist a metal disc, flawless etched, was the royal crest of the kingdom, denoting the lofty station of the wearer.
Straps and fasteners secured the bracer to the underbelly of the arm; tight enough to ensure a proper fit, but not so much to hamper the warrior’s movements. The matching bracer was attached to the other arm just as carefully. Once both were secured, Sixsmith bowed his head and placed a fisted hand over his heart; his silent pledge of unswerving loyalty.
After a moment, a hand came to rest upon Sixsmith’s powerful shoulder and he raised his head to meet the gaze of the warrior before him. With love and devotion, Sixsmith looked up at the warrior; his lover, his Queen.
Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Reborn, Legacy[M], Gianni, Jake
HUD: 10 Colors/Metals
Location: SL 19B // June 2022
The full moon just began its ascent into the night sky. So large and bright, one could almost reach up and touch it. Absolute silence ruled the darkness; not a creature roamed in the stillness. The time was now.
At the base of the stone steps, Lucira looked up at the path she must travel, alone. As the first bare foot rose to begin her journey, the delicate chains that lay against her skin gently swayed. This and the white silk robe were all she wore. The five foot train flowed behind as Lucira climbed the ancient stairway that would bring her to the Holy Pool.
The higher Lucira climbed, her path became more difficult. Once her journey began, Lucira was not permitted to stop, even for a moment’s rest. To slow, to falter, to waiver; all meant failure. Neither was Lucira permitted to touch the side of the cliff for support. Her back must remain rigid and her head held high, forbidden even to look down at the narrow steps where once misstep would send Lucira plummeting to her death.
This was a journey of endurance. This was a journey of faith. This was a journey of purification. There were no second chances. Tonight, when the moon was at its peak, Lucira would embrace her destiny.
With each painful step, the rough stone cut and scoured the tender soles of her feet until they were bloody and bruised. And yet, Lucira still climbed. The wind grew cold and sent her robe whipping about her body. She made no move to warm her aching body or control the errant garment. Lucira’s arms remained down at her sides and accepted the punishment.
Hours later, as the moon reached its apex, Lucira arrived at the summit of the great mountain. A great stone archway heralded the entrance of the Holy Pool. The water, black as night, shimmered with the reflection of the brilliant lunar light. At the edge of the water, Lucira released the silken garment and it fell to her feet. Only the delicate chain harness remained.
The Holy Pool would deem Lucira worthy this night. She must enter the pool and walk its length completely submerged until she reached the other end. If Lucira proved her merit, she would emerge unscathed and purified, a fit leader for her people. If she were found wanting, the chain collar would tighten and find a watery end.
With her head raised to the moon above and her hands raised in supplication, Lucira entered the Holy Pool. Each step took her deeper into the water until she was completely submerged. Soon her lungs burned from lack of air, but Lucira’s steps did not falter. Her faith gave her strength to endure and she continued at an unhurried pace. Soon the ground beneath her feet slowly returned her to the surface. She did not rush the remaining few feet, nor did gasp for much needed air. She remained calm and serene.
Lucira was deemed worthy of her destiny. She was purified and reborn.
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky), Reborn
HUD: 10 Colors/Metals + HIDE Options
Location: Mainstore
As lasers shoot at him from different directions, Sark drops to the floor with a shoulder roll. Finding temporary safety behind a stack of crates, Sark takes a moment to check the energy level on his laser rifle and mutters a silent curse. Ten percent reserves.
After a quick mental count, he knows there are two combatants near the hanger door and one hiding behind a steel pole near the only other exit. Three targets and only enough energy left to take out one, if he is lucky.
In the sudden eerie quiet, Sark can hear them moving in to flank him on three sides. In less than a minute, he will be surrounded. This is going to get ugly.
Without warning, Sark bolts away from his sanctuary and runs straight at the biggest of the three. In his peripheral vision, he sees the other two – one to his right, one to his left – raise their weapons and take aim.
Just before they fire, Sark drops to the floor and slides on his back as he fires at the monster in his path. The giant in front of him drops instantly while the other two take each other out in the crossfire.
A nearly blinding red light flashes as a deafening klaxon announces the end of the game. CONGRATULATIONS SARK! LEVEL 38 WINNER!
Billy jumps up from his desk chair and pumps a fist into the air. Eat my dust, Tommy Jefferies, he shouts.
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat), Legacy [F] (Classic, Perky), Legacy [M], Signature Gianni
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals
Rory stands quietly in the middle of the room; a pensive look on her face. She takes no notice of the attendants who dress her. With each piece added, the weight of the situation grows heavier upon her shoulders. Her kingdom was in danger.
Once the crown was placed upon her head, Rory could wait no longer. With profound sorrow, Rory walked slowly to the open balcony attached to the chamber. From there, she could look down upon the open fields outside the city walls.
The great army, thousand and thousands or warriors, stood in perfect lines. When Rory came into view a single voice shouted a command. In perfect unison, the soldiers dropped to one knee and bowed their heads. At the head was General Kru, their leader. And her lover.
His head lifted and Rory felt his heated gaze upon her, even at the great distance. Rory knew it was the same scorching look he wore before Kru took her in his arms last night. He was gone from her bed before she woke that morning. There were no words of farewell or love, They both knew their duty and what the future held.
A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye as Queen Rory raised her sword high above her head. The command was given. Her kingdom was at war.
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat) + Legacy (F) (Classic, Perky) – mod/copy/ no trans
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals
