Aroura - HierarchyWe returned to my home, and I appointed rooms for everyone; Eve would sleep in the room next to mine, Alexis the room on the other side, and Matthew and David would share the study, as none of the other 2 bedrooms had anything comfortable in them. I would have no-one sleep in my father’s room. After a tour of their new abode, everyone retired, as sunrise was drawing in.Aroura - Hierarchy
As I lay in bed that day, I could not sleep. I noticed with grim realisation that my father had every room in the house equipped with thick, darkly coloured curtains. As a result my room was as dark as if it was night. He was prepared to sleep in any room he
Aroura - MeetingsI awoke in my old bed. I remember waking while my eyes while still closed, and snuggling back down into my duvet, almost pretending my father would come in at any moment, kiss my cheek gently and tell me breakfast was ready. But, deep down, I knew it was pitch black. I let my eyes flutter open and rest on the woman in front of me. In this room, with my little lamp burning in the corner, and without the haze of my blood-starvation, I could now see her clearly. Her hair was more than copper; it was a shimmering red, almost crimson, in naturally straight lengths down her back and along her arms and shoulders. Her face wasAroura - Meetings
Aroura - FeralI will gloss over the next two years of my life; for it is the time I most wish to forget. The town butcher had always stopped off at our house, every day but Sunday, to deliver a leftover leg or scrap or such for Marie’s dinner. Luckily this time always rolled around at about twilight, when his shift was over. For a few months he was greeted by a shaken, unkempt, but still presentable young lady, who politely greeted him from inside the door and gave him pay, shutting the door in his face, but with a smile. Little did he know that this woman then savaged the meat, draining it of any blood, even to the point of licking the muscles, before thrAroura - Feral
LillyYesterday my Daddy bringed me home a new doll! I was so happy; I gave him a great big hug, an’ gave Mommy a big hug, too. I decided to name her ‘Lilly’, cause we have lilies in our front yard. They’re white flowers that’s sooo pretty! An’ my new doll is pretty like a lily flower.Lilly
Lilly has a soft white dress on, with little pink flowers on the neck and the sleeves. Mommy said they were rosebuds, an’ the dress was made of velvet. Her skin is pink, an’ her eyes are blue. She has looong curly blonde hair, long enough for her to sit on! She has little white shoes on her feet, and lace stockings.
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New Year, New Story.
.....Well, it's not really new. I've been working on "Aroura", a prequel to Seduction, for about six months, but I've only just got the courage to put it up on ere. It's a story about, of course, Aroura, and her life Turning, and wanderings before Lion. It'll probably be all up within the week. Hope you guys like it!
Lazy
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