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Wicca’s Originals @ The 3rd Annual Interactive Trick-or-Treat Halloween Neighborhood and Carnival // October 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ The 3rd Annual Interactive Trick-or-Treat Halloween Neighborhood and Carnival // October 15th – November 1st + Interactive sessions on 10/23 and 10/30

Flames exploded straight up into the air, lighting the midnight sky. It did little to alleviate the crisp chill of the October night. The new moon was directly over the small clearing in the woods – a blood moon. The site, high atop a hill, was well hidden from the village down in the valley.
Thirteen stood around the blazing fire. It was the first time in decades our gathering was complete. With times as they were, it was dangerous for the coven to meet in the same place. But tonight was special.
Aura stood apart from the others beneath the gnarled oak that marked her ancestor’s resting place. There was no marker, just the tree to watch over Abigail Miller’s grave. It would have been desecrated centuries ago had the location not be kept secret. Her remains were that powerful.
The power was strong in Aura’s family and she was no exception. With a touch of her hand, Aura could crumble a boulder into dust or plant a seed and with in seconds a bountiful apple tree grew from the ground. All power is not good, nor evil – it is how it is used that makes it so.
Chanting, low and hypnotic, floated through the darkness. The ceremony has begun. Aura placed her hand on the trunk of the ancient tree and felt Abigail’s energy pass into her soul. Abigail apparently approved of tonight’s ceremony.
After a silent pray for strength and wisdom, Aura pulled the mask down over her face; Abigail’s mask. Fabled to be fashioned from human skin and hair, the mask was nothing more than softened leather, though strands of Abigail’s hair was woven into the heavy threads that bordered the edges.
Aura pulled the hood of her heavy blood-red cloak over her head and walked slowly toward the fire. The coven, dressed in heavy black robes, stood around the bonfire, waiting for Aura to complete the circle. Tonight was her first act as their leader.
When Aura stepped into position the fire flared again and danced with an eerie glee. The chanting grew more urgent as Aura raised her hand toward the fire and a flame caressed her hand as a pet would nuzzle its beloved master.
Down in the valley, the village below was cursed. Plague, famine, pestilence – it touched every man, woman, child and creature. Tonight, that would end. As Aura’s energy flowed into the ground, the land became fertile again. Sickness was pulled from every living creature and fed to the flames. When the sun rose, the curse would be extinguished.
All power is not good, nor evil – it is how it is used that makes it so.

Sizes: unisex – no mod/copy/no trans (resizer)

Event Location: The 3rd Annual Interactive Trick-or-Treat Halloween Neighborhood and Carnival

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse // October 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse // October 23rd – November 18th

Kieran plods along the water soaked sidewalk; the wind and rain pelting the thin hoodie covering his back and head. He was used to being uncomfortable. He grew up that way – uncomfortable. Never enough to eat. Cold in the winter. Hot in the summer. Sleeping on the floor. Foster homes aren’t known for their luxurious living conditions.
Up ahead, the neon sign flashes. That’s his sanctuary. Out here, among the ‘normals’, Kieran is a freak. A troublemaker. A nobody. Home is on the other side of that door.
That obnoxious brass bell clangs as he yanks the door open. Heavy metal music blares from the 1980’s boom box that had seen better days. One fluorescent bulb flickers overhead. The smell of stale beer, sweat and cigarettes hangs heavily in the air.
The owner is slouched in one of the two barbershop style chairs; one leg slung over an arm. As always, a cigarette dangles between his thin lips and a chipped coffee cup rests on his thigh. The guy isn’t much of a talker either, so no warm greetings are offered upon Kieran’s arrival.
As he walks to his station, Kieran yanks the hoodie over his head to expose his naked torso. Whatever else he is, his boss is an artist and the tattoos that cover Kieran’s body is a testimony to that fact. He has learned much from his boss’ mastery, but Kieran was an artist in his own right – with piercings. Kieran could pierce anything and his body was his calling card.
The shop may look like a sleazy dive, but the tattoo and piercing equipment was top of the line and more sterile than a hospital operating room. Kieran prepared his tools with practiced meticulousness, because today, he would add one more piercing.
For weeks Kieran planned, designed and hand-crafted this new piece. Without even a flinch, Kieran applied the needle with surgical precision. No need for numbing agents; life had left Kieran immune to physical and mental pain.
With the task complete, Kieran snapped a picture to use in his portfolio. Custom crafted and fitted metal nose guard with fine metal chains that attach to a septum. As he put his tools away, Kieran notices his boss watching him. The barest nod of a head was all Kieran received, but that tiny gesture was high praise.
From one artist to another.
Sizes: unisex – mod / copy / no trans
HUD: 10 Colors/Metals – HIDE Buttons on the HUD allow many different styles of the piercing (like you can see on the vendor)

Event Location: The Warehouse Sale

Wicca’s Originals @ Men Only // October 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ Men Only // October 20th – November 15th

Tonight, the last one will die.

As Ivar dressed, he looked at the bloody axe on the table. There were four of them that fateful night. Four who turned his life into a living hell. All his life, Ivar kept his head down, worked hard and never even swatted a fly. His only crime was to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

They were the golden boys of their high school; star athletes loved by the community. Ivar was a nobody with a drunk whore of a mother and whose father was anyone’s guess.
High from winning the State Championship, cocaine and cheap liquor, the fabulous four, out for a joyride, came across Ivar walking home from work late that night. He was stripped naked, tied to a tree and doused with alcohol. The golden boys took turns flicking lit matches at his head.

They laughed as Ivar begged them to stop. They laughed as tears ran down Ivar’s face. They laughed until one match ignited the alcohol. Then they stopped laughing. They ran to their car as Ivar screamed in agony as the flames burned his flesh. They never looked back at the destruction they wrought.

Ivar survived. Horribly scared. In constant pain. But he survived.

It has taken years to get revenge. As his recovery dragged on, Ivar’s anger and hatred grew. He planned and tracked the lives of his four tormentors. Their lives went on; Ivar’s did not. Until six months ago. One by one, Ivar hunt them down. He made each one beg. He made each one cry. He made each one scream in pain. Then each one died. Only one was left. He’s gone into hiding, but Ivar tracked him down.
Tonight, the last one will die.

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[M], Gianni and Belleza Jake
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals
Event Location: Men Only

Wicca’s Originals @ Necrotize // October 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ Necrotize // October 20th – November 20th

Introducing the Deacon Arms, by Wicca’s Originals.

There are disturbing rumors about the process for augmenting into this ghoulish set of sleeves, and speculation that it has been known to change people.

First, your arms are cast in a silicone-based substance for a skin-tight fit. Once that has been done, the hooked spines themselves are inserted one at a time, with a numbing anesthetic inserted through both sleeve and flesh.

Lastly, the long, claw-like nails are secured to the fingers. After the anesthetic agents wear off, the constant aching pain felt by the wearer is said to cause some to go mad, and succumb to a primal need to hunt and inflict pain on others. But all of this could just be urban legend; maybe it’s just a sleeve that can be worn to accessorize a darker style after all.

Are you brave enough to find out?

The Deacon Arms come in 10 sleeve colors and have 10 metal color options, as well as the ability to hide individual rows of spikes.

They are fitted for Maitreya, Legacy (Female & Male), and Gianni bodies.

Event Location: Necrotize 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ The Dark Style Fair // October 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ The Dark Style Fair // October 9th – 31st

There was no moon to light her way, but it also cloaked her escape. She ran as fast as she could through the dense woods on pure instinct, like an animal in flight, Fitting, since he treated her like a dog.
One minute He offered a kind hand; lulled her into a false sense of comfort. Then, without warning, the pain He caused tore her heart and soul to shreds, Was love suppose to be so painful?
She fell against a tree as her legs gave out beneath her. Lungs burning, her breath sawed harshly in and out of her chest. She looked over her shoulder to see if anyone pursued, but all she saw was darkness. That was all her life really was – endless darkness.
Others had escaped and He had dismissed their absence with a flick of a wrist as if they were nothing more than an annoying gnat. But He said Rhoda was special. Is that why He especially enjoyed hurting her? Building her up to only beat down so far that death was her only escape?
Yes, she often thought of death. The sweet release. The peaceful darkness. She came close, several times. The promises He made and failed to keep. The lies that so easily rolled off his tongue. Sweet words meant to pacify a child that held no meaning to Him as walked away and left her alone and bleeding while he went to find pleasure with his other woman.

That’s not love. That’s greed. The need to possess more than anyone else. A selfish child hoarding all the toys just so no one else could have them. If one was lost, three more took its place. That’s all she really was – a shiny trinket to display. His true pleasure came from the compliments He received about her. Yes, that stroked His ego. He loved what she earned Him – adoration.
No more. She was not a thing. She was not the shiny ruby He named her after. She had a name! And by all that was holy, she would hear that name again or die trying. When she heard His angry shout, she hide behind the tree. His punishments were cruel, oh so very cruel.
It was time to run. Nowhere to go. No one to help her. It didn’t matter. If she didn’t run for her life now, the last tiny bit of life inside her would die.
He won’t hurt her again. No one will ever hurt Rhoda again.
– The End –
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky)
Available as Fatpack with 10 Colors & 10 Metals or Single colors with metal HUD only (5 color combinations available for single purchase)

Event Location: Dark Style Fair

NEW Group Gift @ Wicca’s Originals

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New Group Gift @ The Mainstore

Months have gone by since the ceremony that forever proclaimed me as The Great One’s Blood Doll, the Valia Necklace forever embedded into my chest declaring me His.

I sit at the dressing table brushing out my long hair, awaiting His nightly visit. I stare at my reflection and finger the necklace; awed at its beauty. Magically, matching earrings appear dangling from my lobes. When I drop my brush upon the table, a matching ring appears upon my finger.

“A gift, my pet,” The Great One murmurs as he pulls my hair over my shoulder and presses a sensuous kiss upon my neck.

I smile at His generosity as His fangs in deep.

Sizes:

Earrings: unisex – unrigged // mod/copy/no trans

Rings: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Legacy[M], Gianni + unrigged

HUD: 10 Colors/Metals

(completes the “Valia Set“)

Location: Wicca’s Originals

 

NEW Group Gift @ Wicca’s Originals // Araneus Saga Chapter 3

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New Group Gift @ The Mainstore

Araneus – Chapter 3
The day of the Coronation has arrived and Wicca stands in her bed chamber, staring blankly a the wall. Though dressed in her ceremonial gown, Wicca felt anything but regal. An hour away from the ceremony that would appoint Wicca Queen and the final piece of the Araneus was still missing. Without all three pieces – necklace, crown and earrings – Wicca cannot rule.
The earrings – the Balance of Justice – grants her the wisdom to treat all equally and without prejudice. Even with compassion and knowledge, what was a ruler without wisdom. Has she failed her people even before becoming their Queen?
A knock on her chamber door draws Wicca’s attention and she turns to see two filthy, haggard men being admitted into her chamber. Upon seeing their future Queen, each man drops to one knee and bows their head in homage. As Wicca draws near, she recognizes the pair as Royal Guard sent out to recover the last of the missing Araneus.
The men are caked from head to toe in muck and slime, their shoulders sag and their legs tremble from exhaustion. Had they even rested since ordered on their quest three days ago?
Fear grips Wicca as she approaches. She can only assume they failed in their quest and the last of the Araneus is forever lost. Only when Wicca stands before the men do the raise their weary heads to look her in the eye. With the last of their strength, each man lifts a arm and opens a clenched fist. There, on each of their palms, lies an Araneus earring.
Wicca drops to her knees before the exhausted guards, takes each of their outstretched hands in hers and presses them to her lips. The guards, embarrassed by their appearance, try to pull the filth-covered hands away, but Wicca refuses to relinquish her hold. It is not until her maids rush to her side does Wicca release the loyal guards.
In an attempt to escape capture, the last thief threw the earrings into a noxious bog when the guards were only yards behind and closing in quickly. Knowing the gravity of the situation, the guards discontinued their pursuit and searched the bog for days, without rest, until the earrings were recovered.
With the Araneus fully restored, Wicca can now be crowned Queen. She orders her maids to see the two guards bathed, fed and clothed before she is escorted to the Throne Room for her Coronation.
As each piece of the Araneus is placed on her, Wicca thinks of all the people within her Kingdom and vows to serve them until her dying day, with the same devotion they have shown her.
Long Live The Queen.
– The End –
Sizes: unisex – unrigged // mod/copy/no trans
HUD: 10 Colors/Metals
(completes the “Araneus Set“)

Location: Wicca’s Originals

Wica’s Originals @ Second Life Halloween Shop & Hop // October 2021 // Araneus Saga Chapter 2

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Wicca’s Originals @ SL Halloween Shop & Hop // October 1st – 31st

Araneus Saga – Chapter 2

The search continues for the Araneus, the symbol of Queen’s power among her people, stolen from the Great Chamber days before her Coronation.

Wicca paces the Throne Room, awaiting news of the remaining stolen pieces. The necklace – the Heart of People – was returned by two of her Royal Guards before it reached an enemy’s hands. Yet there were only two days remaining until her Coronation and without all three pieces of the Araneus, Wicca’s Kingdom would fall.

Soon, another team of guards return with a second thief, bound in irons and presented Wicca with a folded piece of rough cloth. She peeled back the layers until she reached the center. A sob of joy escaped her throat as tears ran down her cheeks. Inside was the headpiece – the Circle of Knowledge – imbuing her with the experiences of the generations rules that came before her.

Her joy was short lived as she looked down upon the shackled man kneeling on the floor, a small bag of moldy bread, withered vegetables and dried meat open at his side. The thief hung his head in shame as the guards explained how the man traded the Araneus crown for meager food stuffs.

The thief begged for mercy; not for himself, but for his wife and children, who even now were sick and starving in the burned out ruins of their cottage.

Moved by the thief’s impassioned plea, Wicca ordered the guards to escort the man’s family to the Palace where they could be cared for. while the thief, as penance for his crime, would work in the Palace until his debt was paid.

While the thief thankful Wicca for her benevolence, a great weight remained on her shoulders. One piece of the Araneus was still missing.

To be continued …

Sizes: unisex – mod/copy/no trans
HUD: 10 Colors/Metals
(horizontal chains between the first to rows of chains can be hidden via a button on the HUD)
Free Halloween Gift available 😉

Event Location: SL Halloween Shop & Hop // October 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // September 2021 // Araneus Saga Chaper 1

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Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // September 28th – October 23th

Araneus Saga – Chapter 1

Three days before her Coronation, Wicca stands in the Great Chamber with a heavy heart. She stares at the shattered remains of the case that once contained the Araneus, the three symbols of leadership which she must accept in a formal ceremony before she can reign as Queen. Without the Araneus, Wicca’s Kingdom may be lost forever.

The Royal Guard informed Wicca that three rebels each took one piece of the Araneus and fled the Kingdom in three different directions. However, the rebels were not clever at hiding their tracks and the guards discovered the location of all three pieces. Wicca ordered three pairs of guards, all dressed as commoners, to follow the path of the thieves and recover the Araneus.

Hours later, one of the thieves lie dead at Wicca’s feet. He took his own life rather than risk capture and torture at the hand of the Royal Guard. The necklace – the Heart of People – granting her the right to rule the kingdom, was en route to a neighboring Kingdom with an eye on Wicca’s throne. Had the thief been successful, her peaceful kingdom would be at the mercy of a tyrannical Warlord.

The return of the necklace was not enough. Until the remaining two pieces of the Araneus were returned, no one was safe.

To be continued …

 Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat), Legacy [F] (Classic & Perky)
HUD: 10 Collors & Metals
(can be worn as collar or necklace only/single as well – hide buttons on the HUD // one spider runs down in the back on the spine as well)

Event Location: Kinky // Spetember 2021

 

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // September 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // September 23rd – October 18th

A shiver runs through her body; whether from nerves or the low temperature in the room, Talida isn’t certain. After all, she is only wearing a leather thong and thigh-high boots and nothing else. She sits on the floor on a fluffy rug you expect to find in a pre-teen girl’s bedroom. Arms crossed over her breasts to maintain some semblance of modesty while the photographer adjust the lighting.

This is her first modeling job and not what Talida thought the business was like. But after all, a girl has to pay the rent. Granted, the thong is nothing to write home about (which she won’t tell a soul), but the boots are another matter. The leather is butter smooth and the stitching is high quality.

She can’t help but be fascinated by the wealth of studs, grommets and rings that covered the boots. The moment the front zippers sealed her legs inside, Talida felt seduced by the the luxury.

Before long, Talida’s hands caressed the leather as she stretched one leg high in the air, her foot pointed toward the ceiling. She didn’t notice the soft jazz music playing in the background. She didn’t notice the clicking of the camera. She didn’t notice the photographer moving stealthily around her. All that mattered are the boots.

There was no doubt that Talida would soon be famous.

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy (F), Hourglass, Freya
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals
Pose from the Teaser picture INCLUDED!

Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // September 2021