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|| A Life of Chaos ||

 


 

 

Rock.Grunge.Cosmic.Music.Misfit

 

 

>>A mistake

 

Long, ice-blonde hair, baby face, almond-shaped eyes colored storm cloud-gray, a button nose, olive skin, a thin, muscular, athletic build

 

5’3

 

Sarcastic || Brutally honest || Independent || Heart of gold || Hot-headed

 

A Gay Fae

 

Family:

Elowen Sun (Mother) || Courtier Cypress Wolf (Father)

 

I’ll give my soul; sacrifice me.

Your love is

H o l y .

 

|| As above

ʍoʅǝq oS ||

 

 

 

| Start with the basics

 

 

    The fae have important roles, specific roles, in the creation of the world. Their world, at least, and the world's around them. Humans have longed for the world of the fae, for their power, their world and magic. And the fae, in return, have shunned humans, seeing the greed and envy in their eyes. On occasion there were changelings put in place, human children stolen to be servants in the fae’s realm, replaced by a fae cursed to live out the life of a human, to die like one, stripped of its power and world.

This is not that story.

This is the story of a rebellious teenager who had everything she could ever wanted, and wanted none of it.

Daughter of Elowen and Cypress, courtiers to the queen of the fae’s kingdom, Cosima was born a small, sick, lonely girl, and the pride of her parents. She was raised in a mansion, in the arms of nannies and maids and butlers, servants to her parents, guardian to the girl. From birth Elowen could tell: she would have a perfect daughter, raised to be strong, courageous, and obedient. The poster child for royal children everywhere.

Elowen was wrong.

Cosima was bright, courageous, strong and independent, but she was anything but obedient. From the early age of six, signs of rebellion began to show in her personality. The lessons her caretakers tried so hard to teach her - manners, for instance, or how to sit politely, or how the word ‘fuck’ could never, ever enter her vocabulary again, little girl, you're only eight, where did you learn such abhorrent language?! - were overlooked. When Cosima was sixteen, she broke her mother's favorite vase: it was a fragile thing, obsidian in color with iridescent blue and green shifts, sort of like a peacock. When they were talking about marriage - arranged marriages, mind you, the kind Cosima was so far from interested in, and besides, who needed a prince to take care of her when she excelled in every combat and archery class she snuck into? (Because of course she wasn't really allowed to take them herself.) But that doesn't matter, her mother told her time after time when she argued, Because the prince has chosen you to marry, Cosima, and we don't turn down princes. Young ladies do not argue about who they're going to marry. Not ladies in the Court.

But that didn't matter to Cosima. Her sights were set on a very specific person.

The king's daughter.

She was more than perfect.

 

Please bathe me now.

Wash me clean.

Set my heart on fire like gasoline.

 

 

 

 

Her hair was black as night, her skin creamy and milky, and her eyes… Oh, her eyes. They were the pure blue of sapphires. She walked with the straight-backed, head-tilted-up confidence and demeanor of a true and perfect woman of the courts. When she laughed, the wind-chimes were jealous. When she sang, the birds silenced to listen to her voice. A perfect mix of stone cold and playful danced on her features at all time. There wasn't a man alive who wouldn't want to marry her.

Cosima may not have been a man, but she was certainly in the line of people hoping to woo her. Of course, that kind of thing wasn't really allowed. It messed up the entire order of things, her mother told her once, in a cold, chastising voice when she had been caught watching the princess - Fable was her name - stroll down the road from the castle into the village. Things just didn't work that way here. Well, that was all well and good for everyone else, Cosima thought to herself, but it wasn't good enough for her. The warning didn't stop her from trying, though, and soon that ended in her first heartbreak. It also ended, as one might expect, in her first real punishment. Her parents never really took the time to punish her, since they didn't spend enough time with her to know what she got up to. That was the nanny’s job. However, nothing stopped her father's heavy backhand our shove into a shelf that promptly collapsed when he heard of the little incident from the king himself. He screamed until his face turned red, until tears trailed down cheeks and her face was creased in anger and hurt. That day, at the age of nineteen, she gathered the only thing that belonged to her - a black leather bag, a birthday gift from her late grandfather - and ran away.

 

|| Collateral

ǝƃɐɯɐᗡ ||

 

 

She found herself alone there. After running away from home, she spent the years trekking Midwest of the United States, a typical grunge teen from the 90s. With no friends, no family, and no one to turn to, the royal fae of the unseelie court went from a life of strict, miserable luxury, to the freedom only felt when a live is lived free from money and royalty and rules. She made friends here and there, although they were all on their own paths and never stuck around her very long. She arrived in the early 90s, making her way through Kansas, to Missouri, to Illinois. In the end, she settled in a tiny town there called Zion, where she lived in a rented room in a rather large house.

 

“I am the latest colors. I hate the newer songs.

I can’t stand the lyrics. I’ll never sing along.”


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  • ||Im so sorry for the late reply xc I keep forgetting to check this account, and for over the past week I’ve been down anyways with carpal tunnel. I like writing with you so I don’t want you to think I’m avoiding the RP. I’m just...bad at remembering. And sometimes in pain because my body hates me.||

  • Casey followed Cosima to the door, turning around once to wave her coworkers goodbye as she left. Though she wouldn’t consider herself real friends with her coworkers, she did enjoy their company and found them nice. They were good people. While she was a good abomination to humanity. 

    Pulling her coat on a bit tighter and flipping the hood up, Casey exited the bar, smiling at Cosima and uttering a soft “Thank you,” as she passed. The chill in the air was actually rather pleasant to Casey—being a shifter had her body temperature running higher than the average human—but she kept herself bundled in her jacket to protect herself from the rain. Rain was something she didn’t like, always made her hair poof up and look like a giant red mane. 

    Turning to look at Cosima, Casey put her hand inside her own pockets and shrugged slightly. “Well...I live a couple blocks away...But, maybe, we could grab a late night snack before heading there?” Another downfall to being a shifter was that basically Casey needed enough food for three people. So she was always hungry. And the cost of groceries put a decent dent in her expenses. But a girl still needed to eat. This one just happened to need to eat a lot more. 

  • Gray watched Cosima with interest, curious as to why she had these supplies in the first place but thankful she did. Curious as to how any of it would help her. She winced at the burn of the peroxide, but generally seemed either used to it or used to burning in general.

    She looked down at her scar, "Oh...I- would you believe I accidentally did it to myself?" Well...that had to be a story, "I'm scared of myself. I didn't realize what had happened until I looked at- my hand I guess. It was bloody. Thought I hurt someone. It was just me. Everyone is still scared."

    She doesn't seem happy she hurt herself but she's still relieved she hasn't hurt anyone. She does, however, still seem scared of herself. She doesn't know what she is, so she assumes it's bad. There was a slight openness in what she spoke. However, she looks back at Cosima.

    "But you're not scared. So...I think todaya going to be better than yesterday."

  • || Sorry for the absence. As my family is getting ready to move, I will be on less and less frequently until everything is sorted out. I'll respond to comments today and then I may be off again for a month or two.

    Cheers, Cosma. ||

  • The car was turned over, glass and parts of the car laid in the road, the headlights of the car kept blinking on and off slowly as if it was trying to catch itself to stay on completely or something. There was no one inside the car though two bodies laid not far from the wreckage it seemed. A young couple to be exact really, it looked like that they had been through hell before the wreck took place, judging from the scars and dirt on their faces...and by their knuckles, it was clear that they had put up a good fight before they had died. The question was, what in the hell attack them and how big was this thing to mess up a car the way it did? That answer would been answer very soon, the sound of claws clicking against the pavement as it slowly made its way towards the wreckage that happened not long ago. Those yellow piercing eyes stared at the wreckage for a moment before the massive dog started to sniff around, as if it was looking for something really but it was just making sure that the people was dead before he consumed them.

     

    The dog wandered over to the male's body that laid not far from where he was standing, he started to sniff the body for a moment before he sink his teeth into flesh and tore some of the flesh off the male's body. He laid there in the street and proceed to eat the male, the dog was slightly foaming at the mouth at the time, chewing on the human flesh as he swallowed it whole before he went to tear off another piece of flesh from the dead body. It was very odd and a bit scary that a dog was eating a human, that's because this was no ordinary dog that one would think it was, there was something weird about this dog, something odd that no one could really quite put their finger on. Though the dog continued to lay there as he kept eating the food that was in front of him.

     

    In the distance he could hear the sound of a police siren and ambulance coming in his direction, looks like someone made the call that a wreck had happened not far from the city he was currently in. He growled softly as he stood up, wandering over to the woman now that laid dead far from the male that he was eating on when he first came to the crash site, its too bad really; they were enjoying a night out in the woods when Kujo had appeared and tried to attack them. The couple did everything they could to defend themselves against the crazed dog, even try to set him on fire and run the dog over, but nothing work on Kujo, in the end they ended up killing themselves as they tried to run him over as a means of killing him in the end but that also did not work on him. He licked the woman's face before he tore off some of her flesh off her face and begin to eat on it.

     

    The sirens were getting closer now, he lifted his head up and seen the lights in the distance rushing towards him, he snorted softly and tore another piece of flesh off the body and quickly left the scene before he could be spotted there by anyone who may be watching in the shadows or something. Soft growls escaped from the dogs chest, chewing on the flesh that he tore off from the woman before he left, he started to foam at the mouth again, licking the foam away as he headed back into the city. Day light will be coming soon, he needed to get back home before morning came and he transformed back to his human self again...

     

    \\I am god aweful sorry for the late starter you asked for. I thought I had already sent it to you a while back but it seems that I didn't but here it goes, again I am very sorry

  • Seeing Cosima still there, waiting for her, made Casey fell...something inside of her, stirring in her chest and belly. Someone had stayed, someone actually wanted to spend some time with her. Casey was used to being totally left alone, even by men. It wasn’t often she was asked to go home with someone she didn’t know—okay, she wasn’t asked as often as the other female members of stuff were. But her point still stands. 

    Maybe she gave off vibes that she was different, in a bad way. That something was wrong with her, so people didn’t want to be around her. Casey could feel that there was something different about Cosima as well, though. It was hard to describe, but it was there. A gut feeling. A feeling Casey hoped wouldn’t end in disaster. 

    “Yeah, just one second.” Casey said quickly, shaking herself from her own thoughts. She picked up Cosima’s cash from the bar, put the necessary money in the register, then clocked out. When that was done, Casey went back to Cosima, slipping her purse her her shoulder. “Okay, I’m ready now.” 

  • Gray stared for a moment, unsure how to respond. Slowly, she smiled as Cosima asked for permission to help her.

    “I- yeah,” she nodded, “just- not used to the help. I’d be careful though. His knife was...weird? I don’t know if it was poisoned or not. I don’t want you to get hurt trying to help me.”

    So permission was given, something Gray didn’t give often. She slowly slipped off her jacket and set it aside, finding a table to half sit on to at least help Cosima. Her legs felt wobbly anyways. Her arms were toned, a sign of at least keeping up with physical activity. However, there was a notable pink scar on her shoulder, it looked like...claw marks? Odd but Gray watched Cosima, not carefully, she felt safe enough to watch her curiously.

  • Gray held her side, watching Cosima rummage through her things. Part of Gray wanted to tell her not to worry, that it was fine, but the blood staining her shirt said differently and she knew it. Instead, she frowned slightly and watched. She really didn't want this person to have to go an extra mile just to make sure she'd be fine. She... wasn't used to it. Didn't know how to take it.

    When Cosima spoke to her, Gray blinked trying to find comfort in that. She was grateful she was saved, but the loss of a life...still. She hoped the man found peace or the darkness he deserved. Upon asking her name, Gray returned the smile, despite looking hurt her eyes shone and she relaxed a little.

    "I'm Grayson Pierce, Gray or whatever you wanna call me works," she offered, "and...thank you really. May I ask your name?"

  • Gray did her best to keep up, but she could feel herself slowing down. Her body wasn’t being given a chance to heal. How could it be given that chance though? The man could be right behind them after all.

    As soon as the door was shoved open, Gray was pulled through as Cosima blocked the door. Gray finally let out a breath, her hand hovering over her wound with a hiss of pain. It hurt. Whatever kind of weapon that man had- it might take a little longer for her heal to this time. She didn’t even understand what he was. She barely understood what she, herself, was. She slumped against a wall with a frown.

    Gray looked up from her bloodied hand when Cosima spoke, her light blue eyes still had an air of fear in them. Even as gray tried to stand up straight, look strong, that fear was still there but not at Cosima. If anything she was grateful.

    “I’m fine,” she tried to cover her wound with her jacket, unfortunately, she bumped into an old table and let out a yelp of pain and pressed her hand back over it, “okay...maybe I’m not fine. What about you? Are you okay?”

  • Gray hadn’t seen the weapon, or what Cosima was actually doing until, of course, it was a little too late. The man himself didn’t pay her any mind, assuming she’d just run off at the first sight of blood. Gray’s eyes widened in shock as the man cried out in pain, the weapon sinking into the small of his back with precision. He growled and tried to reach back for it. It was harder said than done.

    The next thing Gray knew or really understood, was a hand wrapping around her wrist tugging her along. She held her breath as she was forced into a near sprint to keep up with Cosima. She braved it, however. Her side burned, but she did her best to keep a hand pressed against her wound. Eventually, she gave up and just ran. It could- or at least she hoped -be sought to later when she had the chance.

    “Give me back my kill!” The man yelled, Gray frowned but didn’t turn back.

    He was definitely slowed down but he’d be after them soon. Knowing this, Gray thought about the street they were on and where it might be possible to hide. With a pained breath, she pointed towards an upcoming road to the left with her lightly bloodied hand.

    “Up there! There’s an old warehouse,” she offered, hoping it might help.

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