Iselyn Velmure

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"The red moon hangs low
and beasts rule the streets.
Are we left no other choice
than to burn it all to cinders?"

Iselyn's beauty had come apart. Auburn
curls, laced with grey, framed her face
in soft disarray. High cheekbones, eyes
rimed with winter; a mouth made for
kisses and soft replies. She was
gentle-voiced and expressive, but the
ghost of violence inhabited her skin.
Three faint claw marks curved like script
across her cheek. When she moved, her
left arm whispered in clicks and whirrs.

           * * *

Asphyxia. Control. Denial. Frustration.
Blood. Pain. Tenderness. Seduction.
Exclusivity. Excreta. Pregnancy. Rape.
Player:WaveringRose
Gender (Visually):Female
Race (Visually): Human