Bordeaux
(#65392163)
I saw empires rise and fall - and I fell with them.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.59 m
Wingspan
4.51 m
Weight
342.64 kg
Genetics
Maize
Fade
Fade
Mauve
Blend
Blend
Wine
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
THE HISTORIAN
Half-dead beauty, fated bearer of death, living flowerbed, gardenkeep, home of chrysanthemums, daffodils, and mushrooms
dancer
failed revolutionary, former ghost
Half-dead beauty, fated bearer of death, living flowerbed, gardenkeep, home of chrysanthemums, daffodils, and mushrooms
dancer
» "I'm the one who sowed the seeds of peace, and yet I'm the one that pays for war....
I know I'm forgetful, I know I'm an amnesiac, and I KNOW I'm the comic relief in all of your stories, but I still feel THIS! I still feel things, and I try my best to make sure no one else feels it! I just-" «
» "You know it takes a lot to move me, so if you figure it out, tell me...
I trace figures on your smile lines... Work a formula to cure me?
And I'm lonely; there I said it.
Nine million people, I always seem to add them up...
I could go away; I could pack my things and be gone before you wake...
You know I've tried hard to love me too... It always seems to fall in through...
Maybe one day I'll live in La Jolla - drinking cocktails out over the water...
My own personal sunset....
To give each day its own diploma...
And you know it's funny, amid my backseat taxi jaunts, I'm trying to ignore the skyline... So I don't figure out where you-...." «
!!! Bordeaux goes by she/they pronouns - but mostly she/her! But that's just an fyi as to why I use both in their bio !!!
...Two doctors who are both dedicated to learning non-magic means of healing and surgery, two caring hearts and iron wills.
Saturn and Bones work hard to save patients in a world that relies on magic and the occult for healing despite its unpredictability and negative side effects. They are straightforward healers, not afraid to get claws-deep to save a life.
Despite their best efforts, magic still leaves its mark on them- Saturn is permanently stained red despite how he hasn't used magic for years. And Bones, despite being gorgeous, has the stench of death about her at all times.
The flower cottage is a soft way to refer to their morgue, a cellar-like room cut into the earth and clay, kept as cold as they can keep it and stuffed to the brim with flowers fresh and dried in order to disguise the smell.
Some sort of occult magic has still worked its way in to the flower cottage; corpses are being reanimated, and joined permanently with the flowers. No memory of their former lives, often drained of color and deathly pale, living flowers growing out of their bodies alongside the bone and blood.
...
"Sometimes mysterious bodies appear in the morgue. Sometimes those bodies start to move again. Bones and Saturn do their best to preserve the creature's flesh and cover the smell, stuffing them with dried flowers."
Bordeaux doesn't remember her past. Nothing. One moment she's dead... and the next she's waking up in a sweet-smelling morgue, with nothing to her existence except her name. Bordeaux Ulric. She's pale, almost all color faded from her coat save for her stained mane. Paler than I should be, they consciously think. They don't know what they used to look like before... whatever the hell happened to them.
She's missing half her face, half her fur. Her muscle is exposed to the open air, and dully, they think it should hurt more. But it doesn't. Not even the flowers, as they slowly bloom and grow from between the taut flesh hurt as much as they probably should, considering the scenario. They're beautiful. Chrysanthemums and daffodils. Beautifully oranges, yellows, and deep reds and pinks. Mushrooms bloom, too, occasionally. All types. There's no real rhyme or reason to the sparse growths, but a mix of harmless flowers and deadly mushrooms never hurt anyone, right?
Her chest cavity (and the rest of her, she's sure) is empty, replaced by these very same flowers and mushrooms. How she's breathing, much less existing right now? She doesn't know how the answer to that either. At least the need to eat and sleep isn't a requirement either. One less problem to worry about.
She's got to get to the bottom of this. Who she is - or rather who she was... and where to go from here.
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I know I'm forgetful, I know I'm an amnesiac, and I KNOW I'm the comic relief in all of your stories, but I still feel THIS! I still feel things, and I try my best to make sure no one else feels it! I just-" «
» "You know it takes a lot to move me, so if you figure it out, tell me...
I trace figures on your smile lines... Work a formula to cure me?
And I'm lonely; there I said it.
Nine million people, I always seem to add them up...
I could go away; I could pack my things and be gone before you wake...
You know I've tried hard to love me too... It always seems to fall in through...
Maybe one day I'll live in La Jolla - drinking cocktails out over the water...
My own personal sunset....
To give each day its own diploma...
And you know it's funny, amid my backseat taxi jaunts, I'm trying to ignore the skyline... So I don't figure out where you-...." «
!!! Bordeaux goes by she/they pronouns - but mostly she/her! But that's just an fyi as to why I use both in their bio !!!
...Two doctors who are both dedicated to learning non-magic means of healing and surgery, two caring hearts and iron wills.
Saturn and Bones work hard to save patients in a world that relies on magic and the occult for healing despite its unpredictability and negative side effects. They are straightforward healers, not afraid to get claws-deep to save a life.
Despite their best efforts, magic still leaves its mark on them- Saturn is permanently stained red despite how he hasn't used magic for years. And Bones, despite being gorgeous, has the stench of death about her at all times.
The flower cottage is a soft way to refer to their morgue, a cellar-like room cut into the earth and clay, kept as cold as they can keep it and stuffed to the brim with flowers fresh and dried in order to disguise the smell.
Some sort of occult magic has still worked its way in to the flower cottage; corpses are being reanimated, and joined permanently with the flowers. No memory of their former lives, often drained of color and deathly pale, living flowers growing out of their bodies alongside the bone and blood.
...
"Sometimes mysterious bodies appear in the morgue. Sometimes those bodies start to move again. Bones and Saturn do their best to preserve the creature's flesh and cover the smell, stuffing them with dried flowers."
Bordeaux doesn't remember her past. Nothing. One moment she's dead... and the next she's waking up in a sweet-smelling morgue, with nothing to her existence except her name. Bordeaux Ulric. She's pale, almost all color faded from her coat save for her stained mane. Paler than I should be, they consciously think. They don't know what they used to look like before... whatever the hell happened to them.
She's missing half her face, half her fur. Her muscle is exposed to the open air, and dully, they think it should hurt more. But it doesn't. Not even the flowers, as they slowly bloom and grow from between the taut flesh hurt as much as they probably should, considering the scenario. They're beautiful. Chrysanthemums and daffodils. Beautifully oranges, yellows, and deep reds and pinks. Mushrooms bloom, too, occasionally. All types. There's no real rhyme or reason to the sparse growths, but a mix of harmless flowers and deadly mushrooms never hurt anyone, right?
Her chest cavity (and the rest of her, she's sure) is empty, replaced by these very same flowers and mushrooms. How she's breathing, much less existing right now? She doesn't know how the answer to that either. At least the need to eat and sleep isn't a requirement either. One less problem to worry about.
She's got to get to the bottom of this. Who she is - or rather who she was... and where to go from here.
--
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, has esse mucius ea, vocent omittantur nec ex. Nam malis inani no, ex deleniti senserit eum. Te euismod admodum sed. Ad eum hendrerit consequuntur.
Ex choro apeirian pro, mel in possim detracto elaboraret. Sit ignota nusquam referrentur at, nisl sententiae an pro, ea quot mutat bonorum vix. Eum case vivendum ei, vel et eripuit epicurei, sale vidisse insolens mei te. Id quo inani falli conceptam, mucius prompta laboramus sed ei, est error eirmod eu. Ancillae accumsan abhorreant ut sed, mel euismod suavitate tincidunt eu.
Sed quem velit explicari an, ei velit mundi deseruisse nam. Quot altera vituperata usu ad. Id usu aperiam lucilius forensibus. Velit timeam ut his, eu unum rationibus dissentiunt sed.
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