[Flashback] Blood Drops on Rose Petals [Private]

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While Sylira is by far the most civilized region of Mizahar, countless surprises and encounters await the traveler in its rural wilderness. Called the Wildlands, Syliran's wilderness is comprised of gradual rolling hills in the south that become deep wilderness in the north. Ruins abound throughout the wildlands, and only the well-marked roads are safe.

[Flashback] Blood Drops on Rose Petals [Private]

Postby Amorette la Rose-Noire on July 1st, 2010, 2:54 am

A week had passed since Harold’s murder and Rose and Daisy had not seen or heard from Keating ever since. He had turned from the room and had never turned back. This affected Rose much more than she liked to admit and everyday she found herself staring out the window. But the emptiness only made her angrier and her sorrow burned into rage.

Poor Daisy had to face the blunt of this as Rose directed every ounce of frustration and pain upon her only surviving sister. She pulled her hair, stepped on her toes, denied her food, and made her do extra chores. But what infuriated Rose even more was that nothing would get a response out of the girl. She never cried out or complained or anything. She just took it in stride. And nothing pissed Rose off more than not getting a reaction.

Rose had not raised a finger to clean the mess that had been made. Harold still lay on the bed where he had been struck down. Rotting. The stink was nearly overwhelming but the sight was worse. Rose had peered in yesterday and the entire room was swarming with flies. The sheets and the body were black with them as they crawled every inch, eating the putrid flesh and the dried blood. The sight had nearly made her vomit and she closed the door quickly.

She did not know what to do with the body. She was not strong enough in body to left it and now she was afraid that it would just crumble to pieces around the house. Disgusting. Rose thought and thought but kept coming back to one conclusion. She needed to leave. Leave this place. There was nothing left. Her family was dead and she was no farmer by herself. That was not her life. And Keating was not here so… so who would take care of her?

Rose would leave, and she would leave alone. Good luck sweet Daisy, you will be doing it on your own from now on.

Daisy should have known something was going on that evening by Rose’s behavior, or perhaps she did and said nothing. But Rose was unnaturally sweet, acting as if she were a doting mother. She prepared Daisy’s bed with fresh sheets and helped the girl to unchanged, wash, and prepare for bed. She combed Daisy’s long, black hair until not a tangle distressed those dark locks. Lovingly, Rose tucked her into bed and kissed her on the foreheard, “Sleep tight, little princess.”

And then she made her way to the house, strewing furniture this way and that and piling the floor with loose clothes and firewood. Then, she strung together a pack of a few changes of clothes, food, and her stiletto blade. Then she struck a match and flung it on the ground, and then another and another. Soon a small but surely growing fire was blossoming on the floor. The stink from Harold’s room was almost overwhelming.

Smiling in the direction of Daisy’s room she whispered, “Good luck little sister! I wish you the best.” And then she leapt out of her house, limping slightly from the healing wound in her thigh.
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[Flashback] Blood Drops on Rose Petals [Private]

Postby Kelpie on July 2nd, 2010, 4:34 am

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Amorette: +5 Acting, +3 Unarmed Combat, +4 Rhetoric, +4 Seduction, +1 Gardening, +2 Stiletto Blade

Lore: The Ash Family
Lore: Forbidden Sibling Attraction
Lore: Murder
Lore: Covering Up a Murder
Lore: Manipulation
Lore: Family Hatred
Lore: Making Up Lies
Lore: The Cost of Retaining Innocence
Lore: Twisting Chicken’s Heads Off
Lore: Mrgna, Oracle of Horror
Lore: Pleasures of the Male Body
Lore: Alone


Note: Wow. Just, wow. Absolutely loved it. To be honest I was happy I hadn’t been reading this post by post, because taking it all in just made it all the more better. Your writing is fantastic, simple, but full of humor and creativity and Rose just oozes maliciousness and evil. Though, I’m not sure if you meant to put 520AV in there, made me a bit confused. :) Either way, fabulous job! Please do more in the Wildlands, mwuahah!
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