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On a Samhain night, while the full moon looked down upon the land, this child was born kicking and screaming. She was born with a fighters spirit and has held true to it, even now. Gifted with the blood of Ancients, she was showered with many blessings. That quick mind made it evidently clear she was a child prodigy. She excelled in everything she could get her grubby hands upon and far faster than an average childs. Even as a toddler, it was evident that she had mastered the art of manipulation and magick. She was born a second generation Mauvemontir, a being born with the blessings and downfalls of several different creatures.
As she grew, she was closest to her older brother Nate.; Nate adored his little sister and she thought her brother a GOD. Many nights Laila fell aslepp by the hearth listening to Nate read to her as he twirled her little ringlets around his finger. Laila would snuggle with her kitten and laugh as Nate impersonated the different characters to make it more interesting for the tiny toddler he loved.
At the age of three, her parents split up.Her mother believed that her father had custody of both children. Unfortunately, this was not the case and the small one wandered the streets of Rhydin for two days alone and hungry before she was brought to an orphanage.She lived at the orphanage for a couple months before a family took her into their home. |
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The child was wasting away before the foster family's eyes. The tiny thing ate little and said far less. When approached, the little one with those big red curls hid herself or scampered away like a frightened animal. Many nights they watched their "new daughter" shiver and rock herself.. a soft tune would fall from those tiny rose colored lips.Crystal beads of sweat would run down the poor child's face and those dazzling blue-green hues were now surrounded by darkness, overcast, and sunken in.
Crying out in the middle of the night, the child slipped her small body from her nighty and kicked wildly at the blankets. Her new Mommy, knowing only what a mommy would do, wrapped her arms around the frightened child. Her skin began to sizzle and her body quickly was consumed by heat. She tried to pull away from the crying angel of death, however, little Laila now found the nourishment she had been lacking for far too long. As her new Mommy looked over to the other bed, it was then that she noticed the dried up corpse of Lailas foster sister. Little chubby hands wrapped around Mommy and held her tightly. Her little chest heaved up and down as she inhaled the fumes and the soul of the dying woman, taking them in as if it was merely air. One simple tear slipped down from the foster mother's face as she gave up her life to the child she had meant to love and protect.
Her little hands finally released the dried up corpse of Mommy as she watched it fall to the floor. Scared, she slipped down upon bare knees to attempt shaking her Mommy in hopes she would awaken.The new Mommy she had desperately hoped would love her would never breathe again. |
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Little Laila had spent four days and three nights in that house with only the dried up corpses for company. On the fourth night, her Aunt Gen and Aunt Nat, came to claim the fussing child, who they knew could not be left behind. At the tender age of three and a half, the little one began her training. Under her Aunt Gen's guidance, she would learn to be a cruel and devilish Mistress that delighted in the torture of others. Many nights as a child, Laila had spent practicing her dancing to the music of her Aunt's victims' cries and later bathing in their blood. Aunt Gen taught the child so thirst for knowledge how to hunt her prey, play mind games, and to torture and kill with no remorse.
Aunt Natassia, Gen's sister, taught the little one the finer things. She taught the girl to read, write,and speak various languages. She also taught the girl about poetry and various forms of art. On one occasion, when she went to the theatre with her Aunt Nat, Laila saw a woman dancing. From that point on, the child was hooked and her studies in the various forms of art began.
Together, the Aunts taught her the art of the Ancients. Laila was already a natural with some skills. It was the perfecting of these skills that they labored over now. It was not merely enough that the girl had the power, she needed to learn how to live the life, to worship the Lord and Lady, and to perfect the healing touch. |
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Dirty Whore |
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At twelve, Laila left her home to wander about as a street urchin. She was always hoping to find her "true family", though that prayer was not answered for four years. She did whatever it took to survive. Whether it was dance, or play a slave girl for some old man's perverted fantasy.She played any part given to her with ease as she recalled her memories of those actors and actresses upon the stage. She would play their game, and then kill them. She would stay for a week at each victims home before moving on. By 16, she found herself in more trouble then she thought possible. Pregnant and scared, she got a job tending bar. The days of playing 'dirty ole' mens' fantasies come to life' was over.She was determined to start a new life. She was determined to give the child within her womb everything she had not had. However, the child within her womb was never born. She had miscarried the babe. |
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