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Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // December 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // December 28th – January 23rd

The metal heels of her boots clicked loudly as Ivy walked the long length of the runway. She always liked to walk it prior to a show when the room was quiet and empty.

This was a holy place to Ivy. The long path where she could strut with an attitude that few true professionals possessed. Ivy had a natural grace that drew the eye of everyone in the audience. It wasn’t vanity, but fact. It’s why she earned the big money.

However, for Ivy, it wasn’t about fame or money or ego. It was a sense of belonging. The runway was her home: her emotional and spiritual center.

At the end, Ivy took a slow, languid spin before she closed her eyes. She could feel the energy already, even when she was alone. Her body vibrated with excitement. In a few short hours the room would be filled to capacity and Ivy’s entrance was highly anticipated.

When showtime arrived, Ivy was dressed for success. Hair and make-up was perfect as always and she wore her favorite boots for good luck. The music swelled and Ivy threw the curtains wide as she made her entrance. The applause was deafening as Ivy made her way down the lit runway.

At the end she made a graceful leap and wrapped an arm and a leg around the metal pole securely bolted to the floor and ceiling. The crowd roared and the boisterous shouts and whistles guaranteed her big tips.

She was English Ivy, the best pole dancer in Philly.

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy [F], Hourglass, Freya
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals

Event Location: Kinky // December 2021

The Night After Christmas

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It was the night after Christmas and all through the Pole
Santa was drunk off his ass and had fallen in a hole.
A sleigh once shiny, now lay in in a heap
The elves are exhausted and all fast asleep.
With sharp teeth bared and eyes black as night
Wicca sneaks in to see the devastating sight.
With a laugh so evil and a plan so wickedly mean
She steals Santa’s bag and flees from the scene.
As she escapes with the loot, Wicca can be heard to say
No more Christmas for all and get out of my way.

Clothing

Jacket: //Naberius// – “Iron Eater Jacket (Gunmetal)” (Maitreya)

Top: neve – “intimates – caged” (Maitreya)

Stockings: Violent Seduction – “Psyche Stockings (Black)” (BoM)

Shoes: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Wattie*::” (Maitreya)

Accessories

Headpiece: [CX] – “Rudolf (Projectors)” – NEW @[Dreadmorne Township] Forest of Dead Toys // December 2021

Earrings: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Khons*::Earrings” (LeL. EvoX Human female ears) – NEW @ Man Cave // December 2021

Piercing (Nose): Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)

Piercing (Mouth): LittleFish – “EziliV2” (Lel. EvoX, Avalon)

Collar: Ama. – “Sawyer Collar”

Necklace: DRD – “Lamy Necklace – Tarnished Silver”

Staff: LUX AETERNA – “[Der Heilige Nikolaus] Staff (Left Hand)”

Glove (left): .{PSYCHO:Byts}. – “Riot Kidz – Gloves L Hand” (Maitreya)

Nails (left Hand): [FORMANAILS] – “SPIRAL – LH” (Maitreya, Bento)

Garter: Garmonbozia – “Cut Garter” (Maitreya)

Hair & Makeup

Hair: no.match – “No_Tendencies” – NEW @ The Arcade // December 2021

Face Art: Nefekalum Tattoos – “Hunger #01” (Lel. EvoX BoM, Materials)

Head, Body & Tattoos

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”

Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3”

Arm (right): .{PSYCHO:Byts}. – “Nekhbet Mummy Arms – R” (Maitreya)

Tattoo: .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo ( Dark ) Essence” (BoM)

Poses, Props & Tools

Pose: Poseidon – “Beast 3rev” (Bento)

Set:

DRD – “Building Remains – Snow”

DRD – “Their Last Christmas – Snowy Cabin”

DRD – “Mulled Wine Stand – Snowy Full Set (softlink)”

DRD – “My Miserable Holiday – Tree”

DRD – “Oh Holy Shit Night – Frozen Santa”

DRD – “Oh Holy Shit Night – Snow Drift”

DRD – “Oh Holy Shit Night – Broken Sleigh”

DRD – “Christmas Snowman – #notgivingaf”

DRD – “TKH – Krampus Minion”

DRD – “2020 Snowman – Gift”

DRD – “Deer Decoration – YEAHBABY”

DRD – “Deer Decoration – gift”

[Harshlands] – “Fir Tree – Big – (Snowy) – Static”

Story: Anne Daumig

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

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

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Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // December 23rd – January 18th

Black Swan

My friends call me Ash.


That is, if I had any friends. No friends. No family. No one gives a damn. That’s what happens when you grow in foster homes. You become invisible.

At age eighteen, you graduate out of the system and onto the streets. Left out in the cold. Survival of the fittest. Eat or be eaten. Nothing prepares you for becoming a Ghost.

Everyone treated me like I was inviable, so I became invisible. I blended into the shadows, into the darkness. When I’m hungry, I eat. When I am tired, I find a warm, safe shelter. It’s not that difficult if your smart and invisible.

Sometimes my methods are not quite acceptable in the eyes of the law. but I never take from people who cannot afford to lose it. The innocent have nothing to fear from me.

It’s the greedy bastards that evicts the poor and elderly from their homes so they can build overpriced luxury condos. The ones that pay low wages, then terminate employees one month before retirement to save from paying a pension.

No one sees me coming for them. No one knows I was there. I am a ghost to them. I stay hidden in the shadows while I take their most cherished possessions – their secrets. People pay well for secrets.

It is night and I weave in and out of the shadows now, gliding smoothly through the darkness, as I approach my next target. He does not hear me. He does not see me. He doesn’t know what is about to happen.

He sleeps as I stand silently over him; so unsuspecting. I lean down and in less than sixty seconds my task is complete. Once again, I am swallowed by the night.

When the old man awakes, he will find sandwiches and fruit beside him, along with a new, warm blanket covering his shivering body.

I am the night. I am the shadow. I am the ghost.
They call me Black Swan.

-THE END-

Sizes: Rigged for LeLUTKA EvoX Female // Human & Elf Version
HUD: 10 Metals
Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // December 2021

Play with Me!

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I already told you about the amazing “Electric Sheep” exhibition a few days ago (HERE). Todays picture is another one of 3 I had to create besides the pictures they chose from my Flickr. I wanted to have one, which is more playful and more fun than the “serious” ones I usually take, when it comes to cyber or sci-fi. That doesn’t mean it is no fun for me to do cyber, I really enjoy it but usually I have deep emotions or deeper thoughts to those pictures, as I do have a storyline in mind when I create them. This time it was “just for fun”. The exhibition is still up if you want to jump paver and take a look at it. The gallery is a sweet little one, with so much charm and done with so much love and dedication – you really should see it *winks*

Clothing

Outfit: Black Cats Creations – “Crateria Set” (Maitreya Petite) – NEW  @ [TOKYO ZERO] // December 2021

Shoes: AsteroidBox – “Xaid Boots” (Maitreya)

Accessories

Earrings: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Earring Mads all linked” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)

Ear Lobes: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Inazuma Plug” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)

Face Implants: unstable. – “Code: WYVERN” (unrigged)

Piercing (Nose): Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)

Piercing (Mouth): LittleFish – “EziliV2” (Lel. EvoX, Avalon)

Mask: .{PSYCHO:Byts}. – “Kay-1NFC3D2 – Mask” (unrigged)

Hand Accessories: SEKA’s – “Cyberlita Hands” (Maitreya, Bento)

Nails: RAWR! – “Borg Nails” (Maitreya, Bento)

Hair & Makeup

Eyeshadow: Rubedo – “Tamera” (LeL. EvoX BoM)

Eyeliner: VELOUR – “Elvira Makeup Pack” LeL. Evo HD Applier)

Lipstick: -SU!- – “Cyber Necromancer Lip Gloss” (LeL. Evo HD Applier)

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”

Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”

Face Skin: Dernier – “Dolla Skin (Green Alien)” (LeL. EvoX BoM)

Headparts: .:S:. – “Leekoo: Back Relaxed” (unrigged)

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3” + “Lara Add-on “Petite” V1.1″

Body Skin: VELOUR – “Ipanema Body for Maitreya – Skinny (Green Alien)” (BoM)

Poses, Props & Tools

Pose: selfmade

Backdrop: The Bearded Guy – “La Matriz – Far Horizons”

Dog: [Rezz Room] – “Cyber Greyhound”

Deco 1: BROKEN ARROWS – “Cyber Capsule”

Deco 2: BROKEN ARROWS – “Cyber Pipe”

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

Ice Queen

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TUNES

On cold wings, she’s coming
You better keep moving
For warmth, you’ll be longing, nightingale
Come on, just feel it
Don’t you see it?
You better believe
When she embraces your heart turns to stone
She comes at night when you are all alone
And when she whispers your blood shall run cold
You better hide before she finds you
Whenever she is raging
She takes all life away
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
The ruins of our world
[- Within Temptation -]

I had the great pleasure to be invited to be part of an exhibition. I was totally surprised when Randy wrote me a message on Flickr and asked me if I would like to exhibit at his amazing, sweet gallery called The 22 Art Space in Bellisseria on the Grenouille sim. The Exhibition is called Electric Sheep. This is one of 3 new pictures I created, which are showed there together with some of my already released ones Randy and Ricco chose from my Flickr. There are 2 amazing other artists showcasing their incredible work. You can read the details HERE and if you would like to take a look yourself – and I would suggest that, as the place really looks amazing – just take the DIRECT TP.

Clothing

Outfit: Luas – “Hye” (Maitreya)

Accessories

Eyepatch: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Chiba Patch Sci-Fi Girl (R)”

Piercing (Nose): Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)

Piercing (Mouth): LittleFish – “EziliV2” (Lel. EvoX, Avalon)

Nails: FORMANAILS – “Eve” (Maitreya, Bento)

Hair & Makeup

Hair: #CHAIN – “Olya Hair (Lel.)”

Eyeshadow: Rubedo – “Sally – 12” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Eyeliner: [REVERIE] – Skye Eyeliner – Black” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Body, Head & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”

Skin: Cadabra – “Albino Skin”(Lel. EvoX BoM)

Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3”

Tattoo: .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo ( Medium ) Secrets” (BoM)

Poses, Props & Tools

Pose (incl. Dragon): Black Cats Creations – “Dragon Pose 5 FATPACK (rezz & sit)”

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

Sweet & Soft…

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One week to go, then I finally have holidays – just one more week… *dances around*

With all the new jobs and Covid-Numbers are growing again like mad, my real life went upside down and my time for Second Life became really limited. I hope I can be online more constant again, after the holidays now that the jobs got some “routine” and are not anymore so time intense.

I had a little girly-goth moment when I did the pictures for todays post… I have to admit, I really enjoy that sweet and soft Gaia head from LeLUTKA sometimes *winks*

It is nice to have a little selections of different heads and play different characters – that gives me a lot more freedom for different styles and looks without letting Wicca loose her character.

These days it seems I need some kind of complete freedom or looks, styles and picture ideas. Maybe that is the reason why I do experiment a lot with a few of the other amazing LeLUTKA heads and as well with some of the BeSpoke heads – yes, I do have done a few with those, too, that I will post soon. I do not know if that makes sense, but over the years I developed Wicca into a character with her own twists and edges. I mean in the end it is me and I am the one operating her, but she is just once side of the real person behind the screen. Most of us are in Second Life to spend our free time here with fun, excitement, creativity and freedom to do what ever we want as long as we stay legal and law abiding. It does feel wrong to put Wicca into a ballgown ir have her sweet and girly looking, especially because of her trademarks. The silver eyes, being browless, having all those scars she got over the past years and all those special body mods – I just donut want to loose that on her anymore. I was modeling in Second Life for so long and changed my avatar to all kind of looks, but Liam tired of that and I like Wicca how she looks now, so why I should change her, just because someone doesn’t like what she is? It is my avatar, my personal vision. So only me has the right to make or suggest changes on her. I never really thought about that and it never felt as important to me than the past few month – maybe because RL put so much stress and instability on me, I wanted something that only me has the right to choose? But yes that is one of my personal proposals for 2022 and on going 😉

For today I would like to drag your attention to a few amazing designs made by my favorite creators. The amazing dress you can see on the pictures, was made by AsteroidBox. The “Zoya” dress is an amazing, short dress with a sweet little harness and waist corset on top. The HUD is the same as always for AsteroidBox and you get so many amazing choices to combine colors and patterns with the fatpack.

The “No_Books” hair is a cute, loose style from no.match and I guess I used the “Unicorn” color HUD with all the different pastel colors *laughs* , but for that special look it was just perfect. The “Farseer” glasses became to one of my favorite ones. I do love the squared glass and the ornamented temples a lot, they make them look very unique.

The amazing makeup and eyeshadow were made by a wonderful, creative Lady. She runs her own brand “Rubedo” for a few month now and you can find her all over the grid on the best events. What I love is her versatility and how she adapts her designs to various event themes without loosing her trademark. She works a lot with light and pastel colors – even if I sometimes would desire something deep saturated or darker shades – most of them I can make work with Wicca’s face, too.

I really enjoyed my sweet soft moment, but it will stay an exception – I do love Wicca the most and I do have no plans to change her look anytime soon 😉

7 Days until Christmas!

Clothing

Dress: AsteroidBox – “Zoya Dress” (Maitreya Petite)

Stockings: Violent Seduction – “Psyche Stockings (Black)” (BoM)

Shoes: .{PSYCHO:Byts}. – “Naamah Boots” (Maitreya)

Accessories

Glasses: [CX] – “Farseer Glasses – Silver”

Septum: [CX] – “Epistaxis Septum (Clean)”

Piercing: Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)

Earrings: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Earring Mads all linked” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)

Ear Lobes: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Inazuma Plug” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)

Nails: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Tormento*::” (Maitreya, Bento)

Bag (incl Arm Pose): AsteroidBox – “Stud Clutch Bag – Right hand (1)”

Garters: NaaNaa’s – “Nareen Garters” (Maitreya)

Hair & Makeup

Hair: no.match – “No:Books (size 1)”

Eyeshadow: Rubedo – “Isabeau” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Face Art 1: Rubedo – “Chloress” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Face Art 2: Nefekalum Tattoos – “Hunger #01” (Lel. EvoX BoM, Materials)

Lipstick: [Cubic Cherry] – “{Tenuous} Lipstick” (Lel. EvoX Applier)

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Gaia 3.1″

Skin: [Glam Affair] – “Miho Layer Fair C” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3” + “Add-On Petite V1.1”

Tattoo: .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo Moth ( Dark )” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Poses, Props & Tools

Backdrop: Paparazzi – “BACKDROP – Neon Nightclub 1”

Deco 1: 10T&Co – “Vintage Chocolate Vending Machine Gray”

Poses: Diversion

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

Wicca’s Originals @ SL Holiday Shop & Hop // December 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ SL Holiday Shop & Hop // December 8th – January 2nd

Pandoras Box

Pandora’s Box There is something seriously wrong with me!

Normal people do not spend hours upon hours every weekend shifting through flea markets and antique stores looking for jewelry to re-purpose. But me? It’s a compulsion. An obsession.
Not only is it my passion, but its how I make a living. Because God only knows, waiting tables 10 hours a day doesn’t keep a girl in the essentials like food and heat. So I need to supplement my income.
When other girls my age are out partying or glued to their boyfriend-of-the-week, I am hunched over trays and boxes of discarded jewelry, looking for buried treasure. Rather than get wasted every night at the clubs, I create unique designs from other people’s rejects.

Over time, when the seller’s see me coming, they pull out boxes and containers they have set aside just for me. At one booth they even scribbled ‘Pandora’s Box’ on the carton. It was meant as a joke, a nod to the Greek mythology of the infamous box that contained all of mankind’s evils and temptations. Thanks again Mom for the name. I may be a joke to them, and, yes, I know that’s how they see me, but where they see junk, I see beauty. I deconstruct earrings here, a necklace there. Rings, pendants bracelets – all become fodder for my imagination. Shoe boxes are filled chains, gems, lumps of gold and silver. All waiting for a new life.
So every free moment I can spare is spent at my work table in my tiny apartment, with my tools and soldering gun, repurposing what everyone refers to as ‘junk’ jewelry. When I am finished, a one-of-a-kind piece is born.
They must look pretty good, because a customer at the restaurant raved over the craftsmanship when I told her I made the ear piercings I had on that day. She gave me her business card and told me if I can provide one hundred quality pieces by the end of the month, she will sell them in her boutique.

That was on the 19th of the month. No pressure there. So for the passed eleven days I have worked my fingers to the bone, literally. Cuts, nicks and burns decorate my hands, but I am finished. Today’s the day I take everything to the boutique and set up the special display case she cleared out just for my jewelry.
With each piece carefully wrapped and packed in a plastic container, I take the subway downtown. For a few minutes I stand across the street just staring at the upscale shop, wondering what the hell I have gotten myself into now. There is something seriously wrong with me.
Tina sees me through the window and waves me in with a smile. She oohs and aahs as I unwrap each necklace, bracelet, broach and earring set I created. We spend the next hour arranging each piece onto velvet trays and display mannequins. Finished, I step back and cannot help the smile on my face, despite the butterflies’ dive bombing my stomach.
I thought this day would never come, but there it is. My creations, all my hard work, on display for all to see and purchase. No way could this day get any better. Until …

The bell over the door rings to life and two very stylishly dressed women enter, chatting endlessly about some exclusive party in two days. Tina greets them warmly, so I assume they are returning customers. I panic when one woman stops, freezes before the newly stocked display case and falls silent. Worried, her companion turns and she, too, is stunned to silence.
My heart lodges in my throat and I am ready to run for my life, but I am a deer caught in headlights. I wait for the laughter, the scorn, the inevitable dissection of my soul. But in the next heartbeat chaos fills the silence as the two women explode in a shopping frenzy.
Soon they were selecting clothing to go with the jewelry – MY jewelry. I look like a cartoon character with my jaw hanging open and my eyes bugging out. These cultured, sophisticated women are shopping to showcase MY jewelry. I sneak a peek at Tina and she gives me a knowing smile as she helps makes suggestions from the high end clothing she sells.
Soon, nearly a third of the inventory I brought to the boutique is purchased and the women are happily chatting about how everyone will be green with envy when they show off their new jewelry. No way could this day get any better. Until …

Tina brings out dark red tissue to carefully wrap the jewelry, along with several white boxes. On the lid of each box, beautifully scripted in the same dark red, are two words.
Pandora’s Box.

Sizes: Rigged: LeLutka EvoX Female/Human + Unrigged Version
HUD: 10 Metals

Event Location: SL Holiday Shop & Hop 2021

Clueless… Defenseless… Extradited…

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Clothing

Outfit: ERSCH – “Ruby Suit” (Maitreya) – NEW @ Salvage Station // November 2021

Stockings: Viena. – “Nana Fishnet Leg Sleeves v4” (BoM)

Shoes: cinphul – “reincarner [boots]” (Maitreya) – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // November 2021

Accessories

Eye (right): {Aii&Ego} – “+ Oculus Oatch R +” – NEW @ Salvage Station // November 2021

Ear Lobes: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Inazuma Plug” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)

Face Chain: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Evil Claw Septum ( R )” – NEW @ Kinky // November 2021

Piercing: Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)

Gloves: [CX] – “Ruffian Arm Guards” (Maitreya) – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // November 2021

Nails: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Tormento*::” (Maitreya, Bento)

Garter (think): .:Avanti:. – “Mina Garter (L)” (Maitreya)

Garter (thin):  [CX] – “Chimera’s Delight Garter (Black)” (Maitreya)

Garter (barbwire & nails): MIDNA – “Lola Garter” (Maitreya)

Hair & Makeup

Hair: no.match – “No_Tendencies” – NEW @ The Arcade // December 2021

Face Art 1: Hexed – “Ice Queen” (Lel. EvoX BoM) – NEW @ Winter Spirit // December 2021

Face Art 2: Nefekalum Tattoos – “Hunger #01” (Lel. EvoX BoM, Materials)

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”

Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3” + “Add-On Petite V1.1”

Tattoo: .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo Gratitude ( Dark )” (BoM) – NEW @ Kinky // November 2021

Poses, Props & Tools

Backdrop: Paparazzi – “Underground Stairs” – NEW @ Equal10 // November 2021

Poses: Diversion

Deco 1: MADRAS – “Skull Ground Decor”

Wolfs: CURELESS [+] – “Little Red Wolf”

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // November 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // November 28th – December 23rd

Beneath the Skin

The subway train sways roughly, but everyone took it in stride. The car was full, every seat occupied. No one made eye contact, but she felt the disapproving and judgmental stares, just the same.

Sharira wrapped her arm around a metal pole to balance against the jerks and lurches as the train sped along the tracks. She was used to people looking down their noses at her. All her life Sharira was seen as … different. You never really get used to it, but just learn to live with it. She gave up caring what people thought about her a long, long time ago.

So what if her hair was dyed pitch black and she wore heavy black eyeliner and black lipstick. Her wardrobe consisted of black, black and, well, black. Yes, she had tattoos; each and every one represented a deep and profound meaning in her life. And the piercings, mostly on her head, but also a few discreetly hidden that would never see the light of day outside the privacy of her tiny efficiency apartment.

She ran the tip of her finger over the newest addition; a spiked ear cuff with a pierced ring and barbell, both connected with fine, delicate chains. The guy was an artist and worked out of the hole-in-the-wall tattoo shop where she got all her ink.

Slowing as it approached the next station; the train came to a shuddering stop. Passengers surged to the exit and Sharira rode the wave like an experienced surfer rode a ten foot curl. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.

In a spaghetti string tank top, denim skirt and heavy combat boots (all black, of course), summer in the city is oppressive. The ten block hike to work from the station doesn’t help, but Sharira always arrives at work an hour early. Today is no exception as she bounds up the concrete steps and pulls open the heavy door.

It’s early, but there are a few people milling around the common area. They call her name and wave as if they haven’t seen her in years, even though she just left them yesterday evening. She stows her purse away in a locker and grabs her coat before she pays her first visit

She quietly pushes the door open to peek inside and finds Mrs. Gerhardt awake, staring out the window; her eyes shiny with unshed tears. Sharira tiptoes quietly inside and places a small wooden box on the small table that hovers over the elderly woman’s hospital bed. A gentle lift of the delicate lid and the soft melody of Edelweiss pings from the small music box.

The old woman’s tears flow freely now, but a soft smile graces her wrinkled face as sweet memories temporarily wash away the constant pain. No words are needed between them as Sharira holds a frail hand and strokes the woman’s hair in a slow, comforting motion.

It won’t be long now. The patients that come to this hospice don’t have long – days, maybe a week or two, but never more. Treatments are over. Medication exists only to ease the pain. The only thing left is comfort and compassion. Mrs. Gerhardt’s eyes drift closed as she falls into a light sleep, the soft smile still on her face.

Just as quietly as she came, Sharira slipped from the room to let the woman rest. She already planned to stay the night at the hospice. Mrs. Gerhardt would not see another sunrise and Sharira didn’t want her to be alone at the end.

In the hallway, Sharira slipped into her white coat as she walks purposely toward the center station. The nurses on duty have all the charts and updates ready, along with Sharira’s morning dose of caffeine. They know her so well. The people here, staff and patients, look past her outward appearance and see only the person beneath.

After a healthy sip of the strong brew, Dr. Sharira Merlin is ready to start rounds

Sizes: rigged for LeLUTKA EvoX – Female/Human Ears
HUD: 10 Metals

Event Location: Kinky // November 2021

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

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

Reality bites!

I remember the Zombie apocalypse movies and televisions shows from Before. Those were nothing compared to life After. But I always knew Hollywood was full of shit.
Some might call me psycho survivalist or a fanatic, but in the end I am alive and they are all dead. Ten years in the army, in the worst conditions possible, prepared me for this. The After has been a long time coming and I made damn sure I was ready for it.

The only thing I failed at was protecting my family. Lost Mom during my second tour in Afghanistan, but Pop was still going strong raising my kid sister and brother in Brooklyn. During one of my leaves, I built a damn good bomb shelter in the basement of the family home. Before I shipped out again I made sure it was well stocked with provisions.

The night the world went to Hell, I was video chatting with Pop and the twins, who had just graduated from high school. They were all so damn happy. All I needed was a few more weeks and the bunker would have been ready for all of us. Instead, the last I saw of them was their smiling faces huddled in front of Pop’s computer before the flash that knocked out everything.

Took me months to get back to the city. I carried the hope that Pop managed to get them down to the basement and into the bunker before the worst happened. That hope turned to ash, much like my childhood home when I finally arrived. I dug through the remains until I found the door to the bunker and opened it with a combination. No one made it inside.

So I packed up all the supplies I had stocked there and started back to my remote bunker, just me and Whiskey; the mongrel mutt I rescued from an animal shelter when he was a puppy. Half canine, half bear, but one hell of a guard dog. Quiet as hell, too, for a dog the size of a small pony.

It will be sunrise soon and it’s suicide to travel during the day; too easy to be seen. My boat is filled with the supplies from the family house and I don’t dare risk being seen during the day. I know a place in the city I can hide the boat and wait out the daylight. Whiskey will alert me to anyone approaching.
The old warehouse had completely collapsed, but otherwise looked sturdy. Over time the debris had settled and left pockets where a body or even a dog could squeeze in and find shelter. But as we approached, Whiskey’s ears perked and he stopped and stared at a tiny dark spot. I moved in cautiously and found a small form hiding in the recesses.
Her thin, burned face and bloody hands did not compare to the fear in her eyes. Before I could offer any assurance of safety, Whiskey jumped ahead of me and stood protectively over her small frame. Hackles raised and teeth bared, Whiskey alerted me to the imminent danger. With a hand gesture order to stay and guard, I quietly covered the small cubby hole with debris and moved to high ground where I could see what or who was coming.
Soon, two men came into view dragging a body between them. They striped the body clean of every piece of clothing then shoved it off the end of the dock. Then they began to fight amongst themselves for what they had just scavenged. One man grabbed a loose board and began to beat his companion. The other, disoriented between blows, still managed to pull out a makeshift weapon and jammed it into his companion’s stomach. Both men fell to the ground and after an eerie silence, neither man moved.
They were both dead. I had seen enough of it in Afghanistan to know what it looks, smells and sounds like. Quietly, I left my vantage point to return to women’s hiding spot and slipped inside my hastily built shelter. She sat huddled close to Whiskey with fists full of his fur and her face buried into the dog’s massive chest.
Since the men were only a few yards away, she had to have heard and seen everything. I slipped inside the shelter, but stayed as far away from the terrified woman as I could. I rummaged through my knapsack and pulled out a couple bottles of water I retrieved from Pop’s house and a few protein bars. Carefully, so not to startle her, I slid a bottle and bar toward her with my foot.
On a metal plate, I broke apart a second bar and held it out for Whiskey. The food was gone in seconds. I emptied half my water bottle onto the plate for my dog while the girl remained frozen by the canine’s side. Once Whiskey was taken care of, I made short order of my own meager breakfast, careful not to look at the woman directly.
I did see her slowly reach for the food and water and clutch them to her chest. She drew up into a tighter ball, keeping Whiskey between her and me. That was fine. I could not blame her. But when she whimpered in pain trying to open the bottle of water, that nearly broke me. Her hands were so torn up she could not manage the simple act.
I held out my hand and waited. Whiskey took that moment to stretch out and bump my hand with his head. With a smile, I obliged my faithful friend with a scratch behind the ears. This is one smart dog, because by showing me his trust, he showed the woman she could trust me as well.
Cautiously, a trembling hand passed over the water bottle. I took the bottle and unscrewed the cap enough so she could manage the rest herself. She snatched it back and took what looked like a couple painful swallows. How long had it been since she had water?
She tore at the bar with her teeth and managed to tear it open enough to get at the food inside. Damn, I thought Whiskey ate fast. Between bites and gulps she stared at me warily, expecting me to attack at any second. Can’t blame her for that either.
Using my knapsack as a pillow, I rested as best I could, but always conscious of my environment. Whiskey laid his head over his massive paws and went to sleep. The woman struggled to stay awake, but finally exhaustion won out and she fell into a deep slumber against the dog’s back.
By the time she woke up I had torn my tee shirt into bandages and cleaned and dressed her hands. Ointment from my kit was carefully applied to the burns on her face. This is all I dared to do for now. I couldn’t risk her waking and running. When darkness fell, I left her with Whiskey on guard and another bottle of water while I scouted the area.
When I returned, she was staring at her hands in disbelief as her body shook and jerked in an odd way. It took me a moment to realize she was crying. No tears fell, clearly too dehydrated to expend the dampness from her eyes.
I gathered my things and silently signaled fo Whiskey to follow. The dog nudged the women’s arm with his nose before he rose and followed me from the shelter. I waited outside until I saw her inch forward the opening to peer out at me. An outstretched hand was my silent offer, for I dare not risk even a word of comfort with danger still around us.
Wide and fearful eyes stared at my hand for a long time before her eyes shifted to my bare chest. The night was still hot, so I was not uncomfortable without my shirt. I had my durable pants and boots that never let me down. Her oversized shirt was torn and dirty, but it was long enough to protect her.
I was patient. The decision was hers to remain or come with me. We were both alone in this new world. I am not going to lie. I wanted human companionship. Female companionship. But I wasn’t going to take anything that was not offered.
I looked out at the once great city and knew it was the last time I would ever see it. Life Before is just a memory. I looked down when I felt her hand slip into mine. She slowly stood and stared up at me. The fear was still there, but not directed at me, but for the future before us.
This was a new and strange world for both of us. I offered her a reassuring smile as I led her to the awaiting boat.
One step at a time.

– The End –

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Legacy[M], Gianni, Jake
(one full version and one coat-cut included – matches the Scavenger Coat)
HUD: 10 Colors & Metals
Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // November 2021