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Oooooh she is a doll, a look of wonder, those red lips.
She was born for this, born for beauty and grace in the darkest of ways.
No not everything in the City is dark, but it's known to turn that way.

This woman, this Sasha was raised in a family well liked by the Eastern high class men.
They had contacts, and she was spoiled for it.
She knew nothing more then to walk like you meant something, and let no man tell her other wise.

This was pride, and this pride earned her a place in the hands of the ruler over the entire Eastern City.
Mr. X, or, just known as X.
She would take his hand and rule at his side.

Her life after she blossomed, ripe for the picking; was something every girl would dare to get their hands on.
She got the finest dresses, the sharpest jewels, exotic pets, and the best food money in the City could buy.
All at the wave of her hand, and the look in those eyes.

No man dared stare at her, for her Ruling husband, X would be standing at her side if out in public.
Of course this was all show, nothing was between them.

And so, she would actually hunt for men of her taste, while her husband handled work for hours leaving her cold and lonely.
Leaving her in an abyss of wrong and rights, it didn't matter anyways, so long as she kept her image with him out in public and kept her business inside their dark walls, she kept her place on the highest throne of all the land in the East.

That is till they adopt their first child, the first child of Ruling, how would she fancy being a mother, oh, she wouldn't
she'd just have the henchmen take care of it, besides she had a party to attend, and a new dress to adorn.

What a girl.

Elrick, the picky little puzzycat, gosh darn it he had to be born in such a trash bag.
Growing up, it was rough, it sucked like nothing sucked more!
His parents were killed in an accident after picking him up from moderate education (school).

So sadly he was the only one to survive.
Instead, he stayed in the hands of their grandfather, who was an abusive perv and did horrible things to poor Erlick, so horrible I can't put it down because age restrictions and Im not trying to get banned, lol moderators. JK LOVE you guys.

I know I know, back to the story!

Elricks grandfather was nothing short of deserving a life behind bars. But the sad fact was, ... it wasn't even his real grandfather.
Nope, his grandfather died a long time ago, and had been replaced by this wacko who claimed to be his grandfather.
To make things worse, he kept little Elrick on a leash and voided him of all his childhood friends, teaching him that he would be better off with just good ol gramps.
PSHhh, it's so sad.

But, when Elrick's 'grandfather' accidentally fell down the steps and died, Elrick was free!
But, didn't know what to do, he was taught only to obey! So who does he obey?

Well Elrick, morning the oddity of his dead decaying grandfather, finally got up and left, moving from their odd shack in the woods to the quiet town of Dales town!
Where he made a friend named Ned, and Ned being Ned taught Elrick the ways of knowledge, and helped him get through that wall of crippling obedience.

Sadly, Elrick couldn't be completely fixed, he forever wished for someone to obey, and loads of chocolate milk.
Tons of it, like so much that he could take a bathe. UGH~

But, the day came when he would, when a man strolled through town in a black coat and smoking a long tail Eastern feather.
Elrick didn't understand it, and he felt like he knew him in another life.
But, he couldn't take his big green eyes away from that sharp smirk that man always carried on his face as he walked on by.

Elrick just had to find out why his fur was standing on end in the most pleasant of ways for this dark, tall, and white haired man.

Crumorn was born in the Northern Lands, a harsh place were air couldn't be breathed due to it's living conditions.
His parents were poor, and he was poor.
However, the very boy was determined to find a way out of this poverty, and so he would.

For humans in the North were rare alone, but a human with a book, a magical book at that.
How did it get there?
In the hands of a child so young, well easy.
Crumorn would be the first to lay living eyes on one of the 7 Lords of the North.
Eyes upon the Lord Dorian, twin to Lanko, and the lord of punishment and death.

Of course, even better, the boy Crumorn would lay eyes on him in the form most natural that no being ever would see their lords, in their abstract form. A god of void, and Dorian was the worst one of all.

But, surprise to both of them, Dorian actually took a liking to the spying boy, and plucked him right up from the snowy ground.
The 7'4 foot man of abstract dark shards like endless moving glass would consume him.

No one knew what this was like accept Crumorn, and he would learn that it was life changing, agony, pain, sorrow, a death over and over a thousand times while life was still his to hold onto.

It felt like an eternity, and by the time he came to at the feet of the now reformed Lord, taking on that of a man with dirty blond hair and a clean black suit with white cuffs.
Crumor would feel, alive.

He wouldn't know what to do next, for he saw the very world born in something new, something only he could understand, and he wouldn't share that information for the world.
And, in the last look between them both the Lord would have him a book of great power, that he'd have yet to ever understand, but there was time, plenty of it.

In fact, he was as similar to Dorian in immortality as can be.
His form undone and made a new, blessed with colors that of snow and cold as death.

For years Crumorn would take to being by himself, and learn of his powers.
Until he was a man of age and granted surprisingly a gift again from the Lord of punishment, a gift to move away from the North and into the Eastern Capital.

Where Crumorn would meet first hand with the Ruler of the East and become his right hand man in business.
Why might you wonder?
Well, Dorian blessed young Crumorn with something called Death Lock, a flower capable killing the very abstract gods that were the parents of the 7 Lords of the North and their long lost brother of the East, Crumorns handy boss.


So, Crumorn spent his remaining years at X's side, helping the man of Death himself tend to the souls in his webs and keep them at bay while X helped Crumorn understand the book Dorian gave him so that he could learn magic at a level only a god could hope for.
All while preparing the realm he made for himself of his beautiful Death Locks for their mission ahead, and soon Crumorns new place as Ruler of the East.

For now, he enjoys the wife he has obtained, and the daughter she has provided him with.

Orlantha, what a name, interesting.
A character of simple nature. So simple that it isn't even worth remembering.
Isn't that right Orlantha.

Where did their parents go?
How did this story begin, and would it even have an ending at this point?

All such great questions, but honestly, if one couldn't tell, Orlantha suffers A tad bit of memory issues.
It's always been like that though, there wasn't a time where they wouldn't forget something.

He even forgot that his parents died.
And sometimes he'd wonder why he'd see these mannequins lying on the stained wooden flooring.
But, he guessed they belonged to someone and just never moved them.

Oh well.

It got so bad that one day he moved it, and by moved out, nearly panicked when he wondered who's house he was in and ran out.

Such trouble, a life like this must be tracked, and so, finally getting the help he needed by a specialist.
They gave him a book, and on Fey, books were rare.
Not so much rare, but hard to obtain.
But, he had a legit reason for needing one, and so he would finally keep track of his life.
Take it in stride.

To further his knew found knowledge, he would move from the Eastern City to Dales Town and meet with a man named Ned.
There he'd learn to book keep, and would work the night shift while Ned would finally get some sleep at night.

Plus, it was a good way for him to catch up on his knowledge , and silent killing in the depths of it's labyrinth when he needed a good drink from time to time.
So long as he cleaned up his mess afterwords.

Ned never knew, but he didn't need to either.
Such a simple life.

It's crazy to think a girl like her could grow up in a such a place, such a nice decent place like Dales Town.
It was homey, the people were friendly, she had a life full of friends and parties in the woods.
Pssh don't worry nothing crazy ever happened during those times.

However she didn't really live in the Town, she actually lived next to it, owning a ranch where she kept the towns supplies of natural grown goods.
She also raised wollies for pulling and hard work she couldn't do alone.

What's a Wollie?
It's Fey's type of horse, if you consider it to look like a giant caterpillar with 6 legs and covered head to toe in massive long thick hair. Usually brown.

It was her life's work, and when she was working hard in the morning, she was playing harder at night with her friends.

How did she manage to sleep?
Heh, don't ask me, I wouldn't know.

But all that changed when a man come to her.
He needed help, his hover car was out, and she had a phone he could use.

Having to spend some time on her ranch, especially with his injury he sustained, she grown to love him.
It was crazy to think she had found someone she'd finally click with, but, well ....
here he was!

So when he slapped her across the face and threw her down nearly taring off her arm in the process, she bet she was terrified.
Who was this guy!?

Now you gotta realize, she gave up everything for this man, she ditched her friends, she gave up farming, gave up raising the wollies and painting for the public.
All of it, gone.
She even moved out with the pretty prick he was, far out into the Eastern City, were it was cluttered, wall to wall with sky scraper, noise, loud shouting, horn honking, and okay well dang it's not all that bad jeez.
Heh making my own City sound like trash.

Point being, she didn't like it ....
This wasn't her cup of tie and you know what!
She had enough, so when she got up from her fallen state, broken, done with this piece of two legged human trash.
She socked it to him where the sun didn't shine on Friday nights.

That's right, right in the shin!
And then she got his favorite bat and clocked it right against the square chin of his.
OUCH!
This girl was on fire now, she was mad, furious, who did he think he was!

She gave up so much to get this, she was out of here.
And so, she booked it, high tailed it, back in his black hover car and down into the sun set.

She went back to the town she grew up, back to the ranch she sold, and admired the site before her, but it wasn't hers anymore.
And, she doubted this time she could get elder she gave it to back into giving her home up.

What was she to do?
She seemed almost lost ....
Damn it she hated men ........

So ... where does one go when they've got no where to go?

Well that was crystal clear when she found a flier on her aimless trip through town.
Looking at the paper on the ground, she picked it up and smiled.
This was it, her destiny true and bright.

She brushed her brown hair back behind her ear and put her hand on her hip with a smirk like no other.

She was gonna become the first woman to open up the first Ladies Night Out in town.
A bar the would take off all on it's own.
Head of her time, woman walking in pride, this place she'd create was dedicated to woman who had it go south for them, and they could let off steam from their men, from their woman, from their children.
Hell one needs a break.
And she knew this better then anyone else, it's a shit show life at times.

She made bank, and claimed all to her own.

And that's when she met her.