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The following stories do not depict any actual person or event. The content within is intended for mature readers. Reader discretion is advised.
Please enjoy!))
-LuminÂ
-desmond28
Ribbon Maker News Thread (May digress to NSFW)
Victim 7
Time ticked by. A picture had been painted in the room left still and quiet. The artist had masterful brushwork and knew his medium quite well. There were two glasses left on the nightstand. The flavorful drinks inside were gone, but the scent yet lingered. They were not cheap buys and clearly did not go to waste as both glasses had been emptied completely. There was an imprint upon the rims of both glasses. If the color was to be any judge, the lipstick undoubtedly came from the same pair of lips.
A smell much stronger than that of the liquor pervaded the air. The presentation had staled… spoiled. It was perfect and ready for its audience. The bed sheets were crumpled and used. Clothes had been removed in such a fashion that they had been torn and left in tatters. But those tears would be proven purposeful. A single strip of cloth was missing and nowhere to be found through the folds of the sheets would they be searched. But it would not have been that simple.
The sheets, once pale, bloomed brightly beneath the doll-like figure left on the bed in tattered clothing. But the shade spread widest and appeared deepest near the top. This doll was nearly without a face. The tool used for this particular piece was undoubtedly the same as the last and the one before it. Whatever it was, it was not left behind anywhere near the doll with the long hair gunked in meaty red.
The scene remained unmoving. The picture was left, intended to be found by the same eyes as always. And it was. And, as before, there was one oddity left behind. Upon the ticking clock, a strip of fabric was left tied neatly in a bow despite the frayed edges. But it did not match the fabric of the deceased miqo’te left broken and used on the bed -- only distinguishable as such due to the lengthy furred tail. The fabric found on the clock belonged to the previous victim.
But how long before the new tattered ribbon was found? How long before another female miqo’te was gone from the world in such a gruesome manner? And even when the new missing tatter was found, along with another body, it would only promise more faceless miqo’te women. Again and again with no end in sight.
The following stories do not depict any actual person or event. The content within is intended for mature readers. Reader discretion is advised.
Please enjoy!))
-LuminÂ
-desmond28
Ribbon Maker News Thread (May digress to NSFW)
Victim 7
Time ticked by. A picture had been painted in the room left still and quiet. The artist had masterful brushwork and knew his medium quite well. There were two glasses left on the nightstand. The flavorful drinks inside were gone, but the scent yet lingered. They were not cheap buys and clearly did not go to waste as both glasses had been emptied completely. There was an imprint upon the rims of both glasses. If the color was to be any judge, the lipstick undoubtedly came from the same pair of lips.
A smell much stronger than that of the liquor pervaded the air. The presentation had staled… spoiled. It was perfect and ready for its audience. The bed sheets were crumpled and used. Clothes had been removed in such a fashion that they had been torn and left in tatters. But those tears would be proven purposeful. A single strip of cloth was missing and nowhere to be found through the folds of the sheets would they be searched. But it would not have been that simple.
The sheets, once pale, bloomed brightly beneath the doll-like figure left on the bed in tattered clothing. But the shade spread widest and appeared deepest near the top. This doll was nearly without a face. The tool used for this particular piece was undoubtedly the same as the last and the one before it. Whatever it was, it was not left behind anywhere near the doll with the long hair gunked in meaty red.
The scene remained unmoving. The picture was left, intended to be found by the same eyes as always. And it was. And, as before, there was one oddity left behind. Upon the ticking clock, a strip of fabric was left tied neatly in a bow despite the frayed edges. But it did not match the fabric of the deceased miqo’te left broken and used on the bed -- only distinguishable as such due to the lengthy furred tail. The fabric found on the clock belonged to the previous victim.
But how long before the new tattered ribbon was found? How long before another female miqo’te was gone from the world in such a gruesome manner? And even when the new missing tatter was found, along with another body, it would only promise more faceless miqo’te women. Again and again with no end in sight.
