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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

Wicca’s Originals @ Salvage Station // November 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ Salvage Station // November 20th – December 20th

The world has ended. There was once a Before. Now it is just After.
At least, the world we knew. When food was a matter of walking into a store or pulling up to a drive through window. When water and power was piped into your homes and the Internet was a source of communication and entertainment. It’s all gone now.
The radiation left the ground barren and broken. Food now comes from the only other survivors of the apocalypse – the cockroaches. Clean water doesn’t exist – water barely exists. I am lucky to find water at all.
Supplies of any kind are long gone. The looters saw to that. What little I have I stole from the dead, including the shirt off a corpse’s back. My sneakers barely have any rubber sole left and my toes are already poking through ever growing holes. I am no better than a vulture picking bones clean. I am a scavenger…
Back in the time Before, I was beautiful. My skin had a peaches-and-cream glow and was soft as silk. Once long, golden blond hair crowned my head. I was carefree and happy. My parents had money and I lived a charmed and privileged life.
Now After, my face is scarred by radiation burns and my skin is so badly cracked that it’s bleeding. Only chopped and uneven brittle strands of hair peek out beneath a filthy cap. A plastic bag holds my few precious possessions.
Everyone i knew is dead. My parents and grandparents were all at some gala/fund raiser/charity event -whatever the cause of the month was, while I was in the underground parking garage where we lived. One minute I was getting out of my Mercedes and the next the building seemed to collapse around me. How I survived, I will never understand.
There is nowhere safe. It is too hot to move around by day, so I have to find a small hole or tiny space in a collapsed building to hide and sleep. I know what will happen if I am caught by one of the gangs. I know what they do to women. I know all too well.
Soon I will be ready to leave the city. It’s taken weeks to gather what I need and make my way to the docks. Better to take my chances in the wilderness than here among the other survivors who kill for no other reason than they can. I learned to sail when I was young and can handle a sail boat on my own. If I can make it out of the city, I will head for the ocean and …
What was that noise? I clutch my meager belongs to my chest and draw up into a tight ball. If I stay small and quiet, maybe they won’t find me. Just maybe i can survive another day. Just maybe … <gasp>
… to be continued …
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky). Legacy[M], Signature Gianni, Belleza Jake
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals

Event Location: Salvage Station

New Group Gift @ Wicca’s Originals

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The things Anne does for her friends:
“WICCA!” I slam the door behind me as I walk into Wicca and Red’s studio. Sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at their antics.
“Wicca, you naughty girl,” I scold as I take the sharp instruments out of her hands. “Look at the mess you made. Blood all over your brand new boots.”
“How many times have I told you not to play with knives,” I huff as I drop the soiled tools into the sink.
“Just look at what you did to Red,” I sigh as I gather up his limbs, scattered all across the room. “Now I have to clean this place up, again and stitch Red back together, again! What am I going to do with you, young lady.”
“All out of surgical thread,” I mutter to myself as I search the dwindling medical supplies. “What will I use to put Red back together again?”
That is when I spot stapler on the desk. “Staples will work in a pinch.”
“Don’t worry, Red. This won’t hurt,” I say with an evil smile on my face, ” … much.”
Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Hourglass, Freya
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals

Location: Wicca’s Originals

 

Wicca’s Originals @ We♥RP // November 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ We♥RP // November 4th – November 28th

A gasp escapes as the first pin is inserted into my spine. Not from the pain, but the power.
I was not prepared for the heat that radiates though my body like the Sun. The essence of the elements of the earth converge inside me.
The Priestesses that form the circle around me chant their prayers to the Goddess. Tonight, I am to be anointed into their sect. I am to become a Guardian of the Earth.
The chanting intensifies as the second pin hovers over my back. The Iron Cross, a symbol used by the Crusaders of ancient lore, is plunged in slowly. Strength surges into every pore of my being.
I resist the urge to pull against the leather straps that hold me motionless to the stone altar. Should I move, even a centimeter, it would mean my death. My trust in the Goddess is undeniable.
The third pin, he Inverted Cross, instantly fills me with a peace and serenity I could never imagine. I feel my consciousness, my very soul, open to the universe. I feel unity with the Priestesses as they welcome me into the fold. I feel the love of the Goddess.
For a moment, there is no sound. Al of nature is silent as the Priestesses approach the altar. When the warmth of their hands touch my bare skin, the chanting returns, low and soft.
The fourth and final pin, the Pentagram, slides in slower than all the others. Focus. Clarity. Harmony. Everything in perfect balance. I see beyond light and dark. All four pins merge together into cohesion – elements, strength, peace and balance.
I am one with the Goddess.

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

HUD: 10 Metal Colors

Event Location: We♥RP

 

 

Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // October 2021

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

I hear the ding of the elevator and the squeak of the janitor’s cart being loaded onto the car. What does it say when the cleaning staff is calling it a night before me?
Working late hours suck, but this one contract will put my company on the map. Just a few more weeks and all my hard work and long hours will pay off. At least, professionally.
My personal life is another story. Working late hours suck!
The ding of the elevator makes me look up from my computer. This late, no one should be here. I hear the click, click, click of heels coming down the long hallway that lead to my office and stop outside my door.
The knob turns and the door opens slowly. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I see my unexpected guest. Skye! We have dated now for six months. Once this is project is over, I planned to take the next step and ask her to move in with me. But since we haven’t seen each other in a couple weeks, because I practically live at the office, I am sure she is ready to break-up with me instead.
Skye doesn’t say a word as she closes and locks the door behind her. That is when I notice her clothing. So very un-Skye like. She’s wearing a short, belted leather coat that comes to the top of a sexy pair of leather thigh high boots. All the blood just left my head; well, the one on my shoulders.
A mischievous smile spread over Skye‘s face as she reached for the belt of her coat. In seconds, her coat was pooled on the floor at her feet. At the foot of those damned sexy thigh high boots. Those boots and NOTHING else.
“Since you are too busy to leave the office,” Skye says in a seductive voice as she walks over to my chair and straddles my lap. “I thought I would pay a house call.”
Working late hours has some perks.
Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Hourglass, Freya
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals

Event Location: Kinky // October 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ Spookzilla Hunt // October 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ Spookzilla Hunt // October 22nd – November 1st

I’m LATE! I can’t believe I fell asleep at the computer, again!

Where are my clothes? Why can I only find one boot?

I forgot to do laundry. Maybe I can wear this top one more day. No one will know if I wearing a bathing suit under my clothes, will they?

Bruno, that is NOT a chew toy. Give me back my glove.

Now, how did THAT get in the refrigerator?

Five minutes to get to work. I am so, so, so, late.

Why is the parking lot empty? I can’t believe it.

It’s Saturday!

!!! Prizes between 5L$ and 25L$ !!!

Event Location: Spookzilla Hunt

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