[ Guard of The Bird's Garden ] Awaken by an haunting sound. It vanished without warning and your eyes open. Your hands aren't yours. Your hair feels wrong in such a way that doesn't feel like it should have been. The texture wasn't correct. Your eyes blurred without a cause you knew. Laying on a cold floor of every color that made up existence under my nails. Shades that reminded of fresh blood. All of the colors that was possible under your hands and all within my grasp as it were. Legs that refused to move correctly- Move the way that they should and in the mirror against the wall- You see why... This wasn't your face. This wasn't your face at all. Your stomach turns ever so slightly. This was the face of someone that has long since perished. Is this the punishment for what you have done? Eyes that aren't yours stare back into your soul. This was Memora Favila. Your memory is as blurry as your vision. You don't remember what this person did. A violetblood of some regard was what you remember most. From what? You thought as hard as you could. A story came to mind. Memora Favila of [What Do You Mean That I Am Of Highbloods?!] It was a horrible story in what little you remember. An nonsensical tale of self-indulgence where the main character found out that she was actually an violetblood through some.. Very confusing twists. She had been tricked by a Cobalt and mind controlled into believing that despite all logic, she was an Jade blood where she had to hide from the world due to her crimes of running away from the Brooding Caverns. She then was swept off her feet by a harem of women and men. In the end she ended up being the Empress' matesprit and lived happily. It felt like an burning memory for what the storyline actually was between those two extremes. You traced along your face as you tried to make out your appearance now. Freckles lined your cheeks in such a way that you couldn't help but pause at it. Memora was one of the love interests. She was a cold woman with an piercing glare and dark eyes. Horns that curved in a jagged towards her fins. She was set up as a possible corrupting force for the pure and innocent main character. Her hair seemed white in patches as you forced your stolen eyes to focus. Whatever shall you do? You couldn't see anything for what was the date here. You stood and walked out of the respiteblock in the robe that you had woken to and there stood what you might have mistaken for a barkbeast if you hadn't known better outside of the door- "Ixxora Cronts," Your voice sounded wrong as you called out to the figure. Large violet eyes looked over to you and an awkward smile towards you. Bruises lined her throat and her hair seemed tossed- What have you happened into? This may be a problem... -------------------------- (1/?) Starting - a - story - Chapters - may - be inconsistent - as - a - fair - warning > #writing #isekai #GoTBG #suggestive ? #nsfw ? #bodyhorror
