The Red Lady

[Starfelt 1437]

[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crLut8Plq9c ]

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A pale mali’aheral woman stood in front of an old chipped  and dusty mirror, her golden eyes lacking any emotion; she simply stared examining her reflection. The room around her was dim, only lit by the large cathedral style candles that sat aflame in the corners of the room, coating the floor in a thick layer of wax as they burned away. The woman took in a short breath, eyes tucking shut for a moment, her hands lifting upwards to slowly release her silver hair from the uniform braid it was typically kept within. Her hair fell around her shoulders as her eyes slowly opened, staring into the mirror once more.

Her hand slipped downwards to grasp at the knife that rested sheathed upon her hip. Her eyes looked over her face as her free hand wrapped around the bottom section of her hair, with a movement she placed the edge of the knife against the bundled locks, slicing away the new growth with a grunt, strands of silver falling to the ground. As she lowered the knife away from her freshly cut hair, she smirked.. Glancing down to her hand to witness a crimson ichor dripping from the new cut. She’d stare down at the bloody liquid, frowning softly as she concentrated.. After a second, she took in an angered breath, swinging her hand outwards towards the mirror, which caused droplets of blood to splattered forth onto the eroded glass.

The golden eyed woman sighed tenderly, dipping her fingers into the satchel that sat upon the floor, only to withdraw a small tin can. Her eyes lifted to the mirror image once again, while her hands began to remove the lid of the tin container, after which they dipped down into it, a red paste coating her fingers. She paused, staring at the image before scowling, her hands quickly moving upwards to slather the red paste over her silver locks, as she did so her scowl faded away, making room for a wicked smirk to plaster over the woman's face. She released a chuckle as she stared at the mirror image.  She stared, smiling… watching her reflection, her fingers slipped within her robes, taking out a pack of cigarettes which she quickly opened and withdrew one, placing it between her lips. She’d huff softly as she lifted a finger to the tip of the cigarette, a cherry flame springing to life and setting the cigarette aflame.

As time passed on, the woman simply smoked her cigarette, her gaze remaining upon the old antique mirror. A pail of water sat by her feet, and soon she leaned over and dipped her fingers within the water, scooping it up and beginning the process of washing the red paste from her hair, revealing that the once silver locks had now been dyed a dark crimson color.

The woman stepped closer to the mirror, drawing her cigarette forwards to extinguish it upon the glass. “She’s back.” The woman murmured quietly, turning off with a quick spin.. “The Red Lady..”

[GDPR 014 48]

A man smokes his thematically correct pipe, not wanting to throw it aside because of the value of such a great pipe; a gift from his late friend.

 

[Starfelt 1437]

2 hours ago, TaiwanNotChina said:

A man smokes his thematically correct pipe, not wanting to throw it aside because of the value of such a great pipe; a gift from his late friend.

 

Phil why you gotta do me like this?

[Gustando 1990]

A scrawny urchin ratchild noticed the supreme man of humanly nature smoking his stunning pipe. The boy's gaze fell down - reconsidering his cigarette to-be monopoly into a pipe monopoly.

[PeachLova 585]

From a lone corner, a tired maid would heave an overworked sigh.