OOC A constant work in progress

I remember quite clearly the day I was taken: January 14, 1922.

I was eighteen. For a girl back then, the only good job, acceptable job, was as a Governess or Nanny. And occasionally a Nurse.

I served as all three.

I loved my wards, as my own children.

Oh...

Perhaps I should fill you in on me....

My name is Penny Mal. Once upon a time, I was born Penelope Riley Jordan. A preemie birth to a diseased-whore mother, and a Politician father. My politician Father, just happened to be a bleeding heart. Once he learned of my birth I was placed as a ward of the state in the state of Colorado, where he had his aide keep a close eye on me, and where I would grow up in the fresh air and cold snows of the Rocky Mountains.

I always loved the snow.

Hey Guys,
Okay, I need to trim things down, so please please please...if you want to read VAMPIRE go to crimsontales

if you want to read MAGE go to lucky_stryke

This will ONLY be for Changeling and Forsaken.

Please comment if you want to stay on this LJ, otherwise you're gonna get trimmed. For the other two LJs, comment on any open post saying you want to be added.

Beth

All of Shadow's entries have been unlocked and marked [shadow]

the beginning is here:

http://sorrowstears9.livejournal.com/?skip=80&tag=%5Bshadow%5D

Is finished, I'll be writing her end story up as my last entry for her once I get settled in Arizona again.

Beth

Mallory looks at the young Gwydion, "Well then, are you ready?"

She nods, "I believe that I am."

He nods, motioning for her to begin, in a smooth, practiced motion she drops, the words roll out of her mouth, practiced, smooth, and deeply felt, "I swear fealty unto you, Duke Mallory Adair ap Gwydion, your command is my desire, and your request my desire. May my service always please, and may my sight grow dark if it does not. As the tides to the moon, my will to yours, my liege."

He replies, his even voice serious, "I take you as my vassal. You are of my house, even as the very stones. I pledge to hold you, guard you, and to keep you. I pledge to honor your service as it deserves, and to reward loyalty in kind. As the moon to the seas below, my will to yours, I pledge the Escheat to you."

She grins up at him and he offers her the coin of glamour, she takes the coin and stands.

"May the dreaming guide you in your quest."

"Thank you, Your Grace."

She sits on the front porch of her Mansion in freeport. A glass of scotch in one hand, a cigarette in the other.

"The woman I loved would have bitten her tongue and bled to death before submitting to such a monster." his left hand twists into an onyx talon, grasping her gently by the throat.

She comes to her feet in a single, fluid motion, her features shifting just slightly to a familiar face of old, her voice is hurt and broken. "The woman you loved died the day you did. Died when you lay bleeding in her arms." The features lapse back to normal.

"Reclaim her from the grave. I care not for this Shadow, which surely you are too the great warrior maiden I once rode with." he releases her throat and his hand returns to normal.

"Reclaim her from the grave for what, Rahim? For her to watch helplessly while you live and love another? To have her heart torn in two between the two men she loves? I can't take back what I've done, but I can do everything I can to make everything right."

She drains the tumbler, her eyes glassy as she replays the conversation in her mind, she pours more scotch.

Her voice is soft, "I love you with the same unyielding passion I always have, Bright Star." she picks up the practice blade and moves across the room to store it.

"Kit!" he throws something at her, she catches the object easily. A silver band set with a jewel cut hematite. The same ring he had given her lifetimes ago. She looks at it, then raises light violet eyes to look at him.

"Some pasts do not let go as easily as others, and some pasts we do not wish to let go of us."

She slides the ring onto the same finger as the dolphin wedding band. "My heart is still yours, only now it is His too."

he nods. "It seems that is the trend of the women I enjoy being with." he shakes his head and sighs, "Just as I am always divided, so are those I find so precious."

She looks at him and something flashes through her eyes, she puts the practice blade away and looks at him. "But still yours."

"I will remember that."

"I hope so. "

She stands slowly, heading towards her office, "And so the Servent is reborn, a Shadow no more."

She pens a letter, a formal letter to her Count.

Her Husband.

Formal.

Her hands tremble as she writes.

OOC Because I'm trying to distract myself.

This is delivered to each of the following people, written in Shadow's familiar spidery script and sealed with her personal seal. The background of the stationary is A White Tower against a purple backdrop, a rose wrapped around it and settled against the top with a silver bud and an emerald stem, a hawk lined in silver above and behind the tower and the following sigils stacked on top of one another on the front of the tower: House Maudeen, House Madoc, and House Eiluned, in that order.

The following recieve this: the Queen, Duke Mallory, Countess Dismas, and Count Iain

"Your Majesty, Your Grace, and both of Your Excellency's,
I have waited and waited and waited to see what Rolling Hills is doing about the threat of the Formori. So far I have seen little. His Excellency, Count Madoc, has been building a Navy slowly, I know this because I was overseeing it for several months while he was out in the dreaming.
But what of an Army? What are we doing to help combat against the Winter Princess who is waging war in the Kingdom just north of us? I have intel on her, and I would pass it along. I have met her, and I have talked with her, and I have seen her insanity.
I have not seen Rolling Hills raise their hand to protect even themselves. And I ask, what can I do? Where can I be of help? I love this land, it has been a home to me like no other. I have done nothing but care for the county I live in, teach at the school I love, and protect it like it was mine own.
Please, I ask of you, what can I do to help bring Rolling Hills to arms? This is my home too, and I want to be sure she does not fall.

In Service to her Kingdom,

sa'Marissa Ameerah Madoc al'Maudeen il'ZaHadeene ni Eiluned
Baroness of Freeport
Steward of the County of the Iron Coast
Vice Admiral of the Rolling Hills Royal Navy
Teacher at the Concordian Academy
----

{{WARNING: THIS IS A Completely FICTIONAL SCENE.....it would have to be placed somehting like 100 to 300 years in the future.}}

She can walk nearly silently now in her Docs, she'd been wearing them for so long. She sits across the table from her childe. The girl looks at her sire. She sees a woman where once Vic saw just a kid. The years of unlife smoothed and balanced by the young at heart. The Sire is 5'8" tall, her black hair is pulled into a bun, so different from the tattered bandanna that used to be there, the abused jeans and t shirts replaced with a tailored suit. But the Docs are still there, she'll never let the Unconquered dictate that to her as they have so many other things since Lady E was killed and Vic disappeared. She never really cared much for the lineage, she never got much exposure to them, and so she was taken on by Edward Savage. She was groomed and trained. Not that it took much, she always had the knowledge, she just never felt the need to give up what was her in order to make the Family and the Unconquered happy.

The Childe, her first, looked nervously at her sire. The Childe is a young girl, maybe 23, her hair is strawberry blonde, her fair skin freckled, and bright blue eyes are the best feature in her plain face. The Sire laughs as she cleans a smudge of engine grease off the girl's cheek.

"I was like you once. Let me tell you a story."

TBC....

Already quiet, her contralto softens, throbbing with passion and emotion. "Long live King Orion Nightstar ap Gwydion."

She stares at the introcitor, disbelief flickering through her eyes, closely followed by a soul wrenching cry.

Her King was dead.

As the tears fell from her ice black eyes they shifted, lightening from black to green to purple to a light violet.

She ran from the room, tears streaming down her cheeks, launching herself into the air she goes to find Iain.

She stretches slowly and languidly, the weekend having come to a close. Her amethyst and lavender gaze moving slowly over the Eshu sleeping next to her. She leans over, kissing him lightly on the lips and stands, pulling on her clothes.

"Goodbye, my Desert Warrior." she smiles, stepping out from the tent, with a shiver of pleasure in memories she launches herself into the air.

She wings back towards her Manse and all of her responsibilities. And the life and love she abandoned for two days. She lets out a loud battle cry as she dives towards the roof, pulling up and landing gracefully at the last moment.

She turns and looks back towards the beach, a gentle smile curving her lips. "If only I had kept him when I had the chance."

She turns abruptly and walks down into the Mansion, a gentle smile curving her lips.

Friday afternoon finds Gothy Siren and Lyre walking inside together about four feet between each other, chatting amicably.

"You are a sharp little tack." Lyre nods "Well I remember how much I sucked in my spanish class, so I will probably need all the help I can get"

"Yeah, but I have stunty horns." Siren adds, fingering the tiny nubs of horns.

Lyre nods, "Don't worry, I do too and I'm not a kid like you."

"I'm nine!" She protests.

"Well small horns for a goat my age" he looks at her and nods, "Nine was a good year for me."

She agree, "It's been better for me then most."

He motions to a chair, "Here you sit there while I run up to my room and get my stuff, okay?"

She nods and flops into a chair, while he trots upstairs. When he comes back down he has a a rather large black box covered in band decals, stickers, and what not. He sets it down on the floor at her feet and opens it revealing a good deal of make up and other such necessities. He takes out a sheet of facial cleanser/make up remover."Okay Punky, get that cake make up off that pretty face of yours."

She nods, taking the remover sheet and wiping the makeup off, she wrinkles her nose and hands the thing back, "Now what?"

"Good girl." he looks at her, "You look a little familiar you know that?"

She looks mildly confused, "Why?"

He shakes his head,"you sure you don't know that other little goat, she might be your sister or something. she had a very pretty gold complexion like yours."

She laughs, its a soft, golden sound, "You're silly."

He baaah's at her. She laughs some more.

"You really shouldn't cover it up with this make up, you look very exotic without it. For you, I'd just suggest some eyeliner and glitter." He suggests.

She nods, "Okay."

He studies her hair for a few moments. "So what did you use to dye it?"

She blinks, "It isn't dyed."

"Really? Wow, that is some real raven tresses you have going on there kid. Thats cool."

She grins.

He pulls out some gel, "okay, lets do something with that hair, okay?" she slowly nods, "Okay."

Lyre gets out his ipod and selects something before rolling up the sleeves of his over large gray sweater revealing large leather bracelets covering his wrists. He cracks his fingers and gets the expression of a surgeon about to perform as something sounding vaguely like gypsy music can be heard over his ear buds.

Siren sits very very still while he starts to style her hair as close as he can in a pixieish look, and she doesn't move, not a single muscle twitch. Those who know the child well, know she is fighting her every instinct to run.

He finishes up after a few tries and finally nods to himself and mutters "I can be so cool sometimes it surprises me.." She start's to tremble just slightly when he finally finishes, but she has a determined look in those bright orange eyes. He looks at her "Hey, its okay. You look very cute."

She nods slowly, chewing on her lip.

Concern flickers through his eyes, "What's wrong."

She shakes her head, "Nothing."

He shakes his head, "I'm a bit too smart for that answer."

She suddenly finds her little black painted nails very interesting, "Some people are bad, you aren't bad so I don't have to run from you, but it's a instant reaction."

Lyre looks at her and breathes in slowly, finally he just sighs and nods his head, "It's alright, Punky, I understand." She looks up at him, suprised. Lyre smiles and gives her a smile as he hands her a small mirror "look at how cute you are. you are going to be a real heartbreaker!"

She grins and touches her hair just a little bit, and then looks at him with all childish seriousness, "Wouldn't that hurt?"

He chuckles, "No, um, well what I mean is you are going to be a very beautiful girl and a lot of boys will want to date you."

She screws her little face up, "Ew." he laughs. "Okay, give me your hands so we can have you looking civilian for your grand mother."

She holds out her little hands with the black polish and oversized lace gloves, Lyre smiles, "you know those are too big for you?"

She nods, "They don't make them in little size."

He nods, "Leave them with me and I'll see what I can do." she grins and bounces slightly in her chair, "when you are goth and you don't have much cash, you learn how to be dangerously resourceful."

She nods, "I'm resourceful, i sewed all my pockets on."

He smiles, "well you are better than me, I can't really sew at all" He sits and redoes her nails, taking off the paint and trimming them neatly. She watches with interest. "You might want to ask your mom about painting your nails a nice color..here put a dab of this on your cheeks."

She takes the small tube of gold glitter and dabs a little bit on her cheekbones,"Now what?" he takes some hair gel with glitter and adds it to her hair.

He takes it back. he looks at her and puts his fore fingers and thumbs together like he is viewing her through a frame or on sceen. "Hmm...lets do something with your eyes.."

She nods, "Okay."

He reapplys a bit of kohl around her eyes very delicately and then he takes out a small bit of the gold glitter and puts a bit on her eyelids. "There..I think that should do. I used to wear this gold stuff all the time before I started wearing the white make up. Gold showed up better on my skin and well it goes well with your skin tone.."

She blinks at him, all gold tan glitter and and inky black hair, framing kohl lined big harvest moon orange eyes, and flashes a smile.

Lyre gives a low whistle, "you look like a little fairy princess, Punky. You have such awesome eyes, I wish mine were that color."

Siren grins and bounces to her feet, "Thank you, KL!" she darts off across the commons room, "MOMMA MOMMA! LOOK WHAT LYRE DID!"

Dismas rounds the corner as Siren does, colliding with an "oomph!" She holds the child by the shoulders while she catches her breath, then looks at her face and hair carefully. She spins her daughter
around and nods a little, then kisses her daughter's forhead.

"LYRE!"

*from the common room there is a softly muttered "oh christ" and then a much louder, very respectful, and very uncertain*

"Yes Head Mistress Dismas??"

there is the slow click of hooves as Lyre approaches reluctantly.

Iain: I take thee as my Heart, my Soul, my Woman with a shining blade, with the promise of a bright dawn in each new day and a soft bed at each day's night. I promise to love thee and honor thee; to make you laugh when you are feeling out of sorts and to listen to you when you speak. I will protect thee from the elements and the dangers wherever we encounter them. I will love thee through scurvy and through fire, in wealth or poverty whether you are near or far. And when I speak of treasure, as I am wont to do, everyone within the sound of my voice will know that what I am really speaking about is you. All of this will I undertake until there are no horizons left to chase, the rum is gone, and the Jolly Roger flies no more. Then will I know my life is complete, for you were with me from beginning to end.

Shadow: I take thee as my heart, my compass to guide me through the fickle winds of fate. Through Battles fought, won or lost, through peace and strife, through the journeys on long dusty roads, I will forever be at your side, if not in form, in thought, and in heart. When I spin tales of heroes and wars, all within the range of my voice will know it is you I speak of. All this and more I undertake this day, and when the tales are no more, and the fire burns low, and all the world has forgotten, I will still be at your side, and I will know I have lived my life to the fullest, for I will have laughed and loved in triumph and defeat with you, my Heart, at my side.

She looks at the words written in his slightly sloppy, familiar handwriting. He'd actually memorized it. He'd meant every word of it.

But where was he when she had been driven into a coma? Oh, but he came after.

Where was he when so many things had happened. When she needed his arms wrapped around her? When she needed the comfort of his voice and hands?

Does he love me? she thinks idly to herself, Though I love him with the entirty of my soul. I cannot think of anything in this world that I love more then Iain.

She stares at her wedding ring, amethyst gaze distant as memories play through her mind.


Shadow shakes her head. "But he wouldn't let me do it. He doesn't trust me."

"Oh?" Iain says, raising an eyebrow. "His trust won't have anything to do with it. After all, I can marry whomever I choose."

Shadow shifts in his arms, looking up at him. "What?" she says, a bit stunned.

Iain smiles down at her. "I said I can marry whomever I choose. He doesn't have to accept your oath as Countess and co-ruler of the Iron Coast for me to make you my Contessa, whose word is as my own, and will in fact be my own."

She slides the silver dolphin chasing it's tail onto her finger, voice soft and determined. "He loves me. He trusts me. And I married a Pirate, I should have expected this. Stop being and idiot Kit." She stands, walking over to the sink and pouring out the tumbler of scotch. "Things will be fine, I'll go to him and let him know that I have to go to Denver, and that I will be gone a while, and he may need to come back into port to take care of the County while I'm gone."

She walks into the bathroom, turning the shower on hot and stepping inside.

The Baroness stares at the Knoxville introcitor, paused on the image of a young sidhe kinain holding the head of her twin by the hair. Just the head, nothing else.

So many conflicting emotions. Relief and heartbreak warring in her mind, anger making her icy black eyes glitter, and tears making them bright.

Part of her want to rejoice that the brother who made her feel so inferior is gone, and the other part mourns for the boy that she grew up with.

The Baroness nods in satisfaction. A job done quickly and efficiantly.

The Whore laughs.

The Assassin shrugs, could have been more creative.

The Woman shakes her head in sorrow.

But the Little Girl cries.

And Riss Madoc's shoulder's shake as she silently cries, mourning the loss of her brother. Her Twinsoul. With noone to hold her when it hurts the most.

( Well, this has been an entertaining night. )

I have lost the will to live.
Simply nothing more to give.
There is nothing more for me.
Need the end to set me free.
- Metallica, Fade to Black

The introciter flickers to life. A familiar Eshu is sitting at a desk, a map of Rolling Hills behind her. Her black hair is pulled out of her face by a hair band, and her usually bright eyes are dulled by exhaustian. Her velvet voice is rough with worry and unshed tears.

"I'm looking for the legal next of kin for Baroness Laine Fields, she is currently in a coma somewhere in Hampton Roads Virginia. She was in a car accident last Saturday night. Could her next of kin please contact me immedietly. I can be gotten at {{shadows.knight@gmail.com}}.

Her titles flash and then the screen goes to black.

Rissa "Shadow" Madoc
Baroness of Freeport
Steward of the County of the Iron Coast
Vice Admiral of the Rolling Hills Royal Navy
Teacher at the Concordian Academy

After a long discussion with some people, I am going to be tweaking my concept a bit.

For all further information about mage please see my mage IC lj: nexangelus

Im still looking for character links and tie-ins.

-Kitten-

Wow...

This really fucking sucks, I have to completly think of a new concept, thanks to my complete lack of interest and interaction with OWoD mage.

Apparently someone had this concept and hell even name last chronicle, and apparently the character was pretty important.

Fuck.

THis fucking blows.

So, My apologies to everyone who was tied into my character, I'll be trashing this concept completly. I don't know if I'm going to bother with even trying to make a new one, to much work went into this for me to want to now.

Beth

Shadow watches from a ways off, the children, Hush's daughters falling apart by his grave, Peregrine doing the only Noble thing she's ever seen him do, and poor lost Kellie, trying to be a comfort in an unforgiving situation.

Those that bother to look can see tears coursing silently down her cheeks, her usually ice black eyes are the color of violets and the gold flecked maelstrom within seems more hectic then usual.

Her arms are crossed in front of her chest as she simply watches.

Her voice is velvet and smooth, whiskey and smoke, and she recites in soft lilting greek

"When roses cease to bloom, dear
and violets are done,
When bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the sun,

The hand that paused to gather
Upon this summer's day
Will idle lie, in Auburn.--
Then take my flower, pray!"

She pauses walking forward and stopping still yet a few feet away, she pulls an abused looking silver chain out and drops it, along with the small medallion of pan onto the head of the grave. "Goodbye Robbie."

The memories of a childhood crush, a fast friend made by short meetings and deliveries. A sullen teen and a bright, sparkling little girl in the bright days of long past summers in Greece.

The warmth memories flood her, by sound and scent, on a chilly October afternoon, and the ice inside her broke, and tears came in a flood.

Goodbye Robbie.

Goodnight Hush.