Mar 192013
 

Contemplation

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Anthem - Leonard Cohen

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Body
Hair: >TRUTH< Sassy 2 w/Roots – jupiter
Skin: *League* Isla Pale Glamour Brunette (Chest C)

Outfit
Dress: [Etchaflesh] Nocturna Busty Lolita Dress

Accessories
Lolas ::: Tango ::: Mesh Breasts (spine)
Paper Couture; Garnet Nest Necklace – Red (marketplace only)
Paper Couture Vintage Black Earrings (marketplace only)

Poses
PDA

Location
Megastructure

 

 

 

Nov 142012
 

A Real Life Lizzie Lexington

I love it when I find real life references to my second life – whether it be a place also featured in SL or perhaps a fabulous outfit someone is wearing. Lately I have been thinking about my avatar Lizzie Lexington and how she was so unusual for her time. Imagine 2009, the blogs were filled with images of über Super models – tall, sometimes with ginormous breasts and all looking so cool and beautiful. Suddenly on the scene pops up this chubby, glasses wearing avatar with ill-fitting clothes. Boy did I think I was unique…back then!

Okay, I digress…back to real life and the point of the post. So I work in a multi-use complex – offices, apartments and shopping – and because of this I have all sorts of opportunities to people watch. Last Friday, I was taking a break with a co-worker outside the Starbucks and this girl passes by – a real life Lizzie Lexington in fact! After staring at her way too long and probably making her uncomfortable, LOL, a light bulb went off in my head: Why not emulate her outfit in SL!

With task in hand, I set out to style my avatar just like this real life Lizzie Lexington and, boy, was I relentless in getting this done.  So here it is my friends,  this fabulous outfit you see here is the result of my labor of love. Thank you real life Lizzie Lexington – wherever you are!

Body
Hair: [e] elikatira Abbey – Brown 02
Skin: *League* Isla Pale Natural Brunette (Chest D)
Makeup – *League* Isla -Pale Lipstick SmokyRose Matt

Outfit
(TokiD) Toki-Doki summer nights cardigan (beige)
Tram – to one lounge – ‘Godetia’(aisumitya)

Shoes
[*RG*] Redgrave British Loafers -Brown- *REDGRAVE*

Accessories
-tb- Tres Blah Cat Eye Glasses – brown
{mon tissu} Favorite Wool Tights ~ Black 1
P.C; Paper Couture Long Beaded Bow Necklace

Poses
dfo! (Don’t Freak Out)

Location
Cupcakes

Jun 122012
 

A Lady who Lunches

It was almost 11:00am and the woman had yet to dress for scheduled lunch date with friends. She sat in front of her vanity mirror, with a makeup brush in one hand, as she stared at her reflection. “I am thirty-five today and what have I accomplished,” she said to herself as she began to apply her eye makeup. “I am college educated, haven’t worked in over ten years, married well – I live a life that many women merely dream of. So why do I feel so….bored.” She pressed her lips together as she examined her face, noticing the dewiness of a twenty something’s skin was slowly fading. “Blush,” she mumbled, “I need a new shade of blush and that should help bring back that fresh look I used to have.”

After she was done dressing, she stepped outside her New York City apartment and sauntered down the landing stairs. Once she reached the sidewalk, she stopped and looked up and down her Upper East Side street with smile. “Maybe this will be the year I change things up a bit,” she said to herself with a bit of a chuckle. “In fact, I might just take the subway today – I am feeling adventurous.” Throwing her head back in laughter, she began the walk to the subway station. With each step she began to feel once again like that twenty-three year old woman, newly arrived in the city she now calls home.

Body
Hair: >TRUTH< Alessandra w/Roots – carrot
Skin: the body co. Lilac (02 Ivory) red brows
Makeup: the body co. Lilac – makeup (sparkle)

Outfit
Donna Flora ARIEL POP
Maitreya Mesh Leggings – Quarry

Shoes
[PM] Pixel Mode : Baby T’s – Plain – Pale Pink

Accessories
P.C; Paper Couture Ombre Pearls Set
(fd) Fashionably Dead Jackalope Necklaces

Poses
Long Awkward Pose

Location
Mon Tissu at Lula

Apr 272011
 

May's Soul Fugitive 1
It was an unusual friendship – an Outlaw and a Panther Girl.  Draconis came across Elizabeth one day tied to a rack, more than likely awaiting a collaring by the hands of the slavers who captured the rest of the members of her band.  Being an outlaw, Draconis could have cared less about “claimed property” so he untied Elizabeth from the rack with one condition….she was to help him in his hunting excursions or face a collar from him personally.  The man knew Elizabeth was alone and vulnerable in the woods and his tenuous protection of her was important to ensure her control.

May's Soul Fugitive 2

At first, Elizabeth was angry about the arrangement:  She was a woman of the Forest – there by choice to escape the societal constraints and the control men had over her destiny.  But over a couple of weeks time, an odd bond began to form between the two and they both began to look forward to their adventures.  But it is a fine line, the Panther Girl walks…at any point Draconis may enslave her and do with her as she wishes.  For now though, he is allowing her to roam free but always adorned by a necklace of bone draped about her lovely neck:  Draconis gave her this necklace as a reminder that her freedom is really up to him.  And so the story continues………

*Sidenote – I have brought in Elizabeth Hallstrom (my original SL avatar) in as a secondary character in my Role Play during my stay in Cleachus Woods.  She is a lone Panther Girl roaming about in the woods outside of the Village.  Eli, as she is called, was born a Free Woman of the Merchants from Venna actually with two daughters now grown.  She fled her comfortable life in Venna with one of her adult daughter’s to escape the control of her companion.  Now she roams about the Northern Forest as a proud, if a bit bumbling at times, Forest Girl of Gor. 

Body
Hair: >TRUTH< Hazel (Upper) – coffee
Skin: *League* Amber Br Sunkiss -Natural- Frex

Outfit
* May’s Soul* fugitive

Shoes
Boots from ViGo – Artemis tan

Accessories
Belt from May’s Soul northen girl
p.c; Paper Couture Bone Feather Necklace (Bone Feather Set)
Primus Weapons Rose Bow

Poses
Pffiou (no longer in business)

Location
Clearchus Woods

Feb 222011
 

Wigs 3

So much has changed in the life of Lady Elizabeth over the past few weeks – abandonment by her intended, the return of her intended and then their quickly thrown together companionship ceremony – that a bit of time off was in order.  As a *cough* companionship present, Draconis agree to accompany her to the grand city of Ar not only for business dealings but a bit of personal shopping as well!  After a rocky journey, which included an almost complete loss of her caravan by some horrible mercenaries of Treve who let them go for a small fee after learning of their shop in Minus and an uncomfortable night in which Draconis chained Elizabeth to the bed whilst they obtained lodging in a Merchant’s compound along the journey, they finally arrived in GLORIOUS AR!

Wigs 4

The time in Ar was simply wonderful – even Draconis seemed to be more relaxed as they spent hours walking among the cylinders and piazzas that graced the city and skyline of Ar.  In fact he only chained her once during the time they spent in Ar and after he purchased her a slave maid, whom Elizabeth named Dina, he no longer seemed to have the need to chain her at all!  One relatively uneventful day while they were out picking up a few things for their shop, Elizabeth began to notice a number of women who’s heads were adorned with fabulously ornate wigs! 

“Wigs!” Elizabeth squealed to Draconis in their hotel room that night “We must bring this trend to Minus – it will be the talk of the town!”  Draconis looked at her with annoyance and exasperation as she roamed about the room going on and on and on about the wigs that he viewed as the most ridiculous thing to adorn a woman since veils!  Draconis conceded for now in her relentless request for wigs but unknown to Elizabeth he had another idea in regards to her own personal use of these head adornments.  The next day, Elizabeth full of enthusisam not unlike that of an urt in a room full for cheese, she set out to locate the man who was credited with making the War of the Wigs a reality in Ar

Wigs 5

It took a bit of time to locate the Wig Man as she called him.  Finally after some inquiries and exchange of coin she was successful and stood face to face to the man who held the key to these fabulous wigs:  Vylixan Fallon, a mysterious merchant of the Tahari region who seemed a bit to interested in the type of perfume Elizabeth was drawn too!  During tea and a series of unsettling negotiations with the merchant, which included the sampling of a mysterious perfume of the Cosian region that made Elizabeth a bit…flushed, and raised the eyebrows of both the Vylixan and his kettle slave for some reason, not only did Elizabeth procure a fabulous russet colored wig for herself, but she also formed a lucrative business contact in this mysterious, handsome man of the Tahari. 

For Elizabeth, the War of the Wigs came to a TRIUMPHANT END!

Body
Hair: p.c; Paper Couture Big Bun Puff – Red (Marketplace Only)
Skin: -tb- Tres Blah {Light} Blessa: Sugar – Red Brows

Outfit
{AS} Arwen’s Creations Chantelle Chemise Nightgown ~ Adorablue (New Release)

Accessories
Headpiece: LaGyo_Vessel headpiece blue (New Release)
Necklace: LaGyo_Moby tale necklace silver (New Release)

Poses
Slash Me Poses

Location
LaGyo

Jan 062011
 

It was the middle of night as Lady Elizabeth road in a non-descript wagon in the back of the unmarked caravan winding its way through a remote region somewhere near the mountains of Thentis.  It was cold outside and Elizabeth covered herself with a blanket, along with a cloak provided to her by the dark skinned man who carried her out of her companion’s home that fateful night a few weeks back.  Her companion had died that night, the night she drank the wine of free companionship with him, along with most of his men.  He was a slaver who ran a moderately successful house, like her father, Clitus of Vonda, who ran two of the most successful houses for bred pleasure slaves in all of Gor.  The marriage was arranged by her father so that her companion would eventually take over his house and essential merge the two as one.  But now the House of her companion lay in ruins.

As the attack on her companion’s house began, a stranger burst into Elizabeth’s bedroom, the man who was now guiding the caravan to the City of Tarnwald and swept her out the window to his wagon below.  Elizabeth assumed, at first, that she was his captive but in actuality he was her rescuer.  Now she was traveling with him and a few others, bound for the northern city of Tarnwald.

Elizabeth was born in the grand city of Vonda but moved to Venna at around age 5 with her mother.  For Elizabeth, Venna will always consider this her homestone. Her father remained behind in Vonda as head of the house of Clitus, which had been his father’s house as well.  Elizabeth considers herself of the Merchants caste but both her father and grandfathers on both her maternal and paternal sides were slavers. Her father has two of the largest slave houses in Gor specializing in bred pleasure slaves. She is the youngest child and has a slightly older sister.

Her mother is a closet artisan, who secretly indulged in sculpting and woodworking, but was never of the artisan caste because of her family’s background as Merchants. Like Elizabeth’s, her mother’s companionship was arranged but eventually escaped the intellectual constraints of her companionship by moving to Venna under the guise of assisting in the day to day operations of a small slave house there owned by Elizabeth’s grandfather.  Instead of the slave house though, her mother’s primary vocational focus became a shop specializing in fine art catering to the rich who would visit the beautiful resort town.  Of course though, the shop was financed by her mother’s well endowed personal dowry. 

Elizabeth’s mother raised both her daughters to love the beauty of the creative arts, both visual and written.  Elizabeth showed talent at an early age in the written word and this talent was futher nutured by her mother and the creative types the flowed in and out of their house in Venna. But around age 12, her father took Elizabeth away and brought her back to Vonda to minimize her mother’s influence on her. Her sister, who was 16 at the time, remained behind with her mother.  A couple years later, her mother left Venna along with her sister and traveled to Tarnwald with her “guard/lover”, a dark skinned man rumored to be of the black caste, where it is believed that her mother and sister disappeared into the woods to join a band of panther girls.  Elizabeth returned to Vonda a sad, lonely child who had trouble making friends.  Her only friend for several years was a girl by the name of Dina who was the same age as her.  But the friendship was hidden from her father, since Dina was born to be a pleasure slave.

Elizabeth was largely unsupervised and ignored as a child in her father’s home – she was skinny and a bit of an awkward ugly duckling – so it was easy for her to roam about the house with Dina, dressed as just another girl.  Because of this, she learned to dance, to sing, and to play instruments all under the disguise as a girl destined to be a slave.  It was happy time for Elizabeth and her friend Dina but at age 16, on the verge of womanhood, Dina was sold and Elizabeth was again alone.  Elizabeth firmly believed that her father learned of her friendship with Dina and sold her off as an attempt to solidify Elizabeth’s future as a wealthy Free Woman of the Merchant’s class.  She came to this conclusion, because soon after Dina’s departure, Elizabeth’s father was restricted her comings and goings to such a point that she was only allowed to interact with her female tutors and the woman who trained her in her current profession as a merchant of perfumery and fine textiles. 

As she matured, Elizabeth blossomed in her trade as a Merchant and soon began to disdain her previous slave playmates in exchange for her acceptance into Gorean society.  She also grew into her own womanhood becoming curvacious, and graceful with a beauty hidden beneath her garments.  Materialism and the need for the finer things in Gor took over her life and became her first love.  Because of this she acquired almost obsessive love for fine clothing and jewelry – a habit which was easily supported in her successful business as importer of fine perfumes and textiles.  With the arrangement of her marriage by her father, her future seemed protected…that is until that fateful night in her companion’s home.

Now she must remain in the City of Tarnwald, far from the world she has known.  And even though her financial assets may be protected under the secret care of her father, her life may be not.  So in a pattern repeated by her mother and her grandmother’s before her, Elizabeth turns to a slaver for physical protection and security – a man known as Draconis of the secretive House of Draconis.

Body
Hair: Clawtooth by Clawtooth: Shaken not Stirred – Orange you glad (temporary mainstore at Lula due to Tableau remodel)
Skin: *League*Taylor Pale -Blonde-Feline- Frex

Outfit
Gown:  Paper Couture Beaded Edging (currently only available on Marketplace due to Tableau remodel)
Undershirt:  *COCO*BowShirt(Black)_Undershirt
Cape:  *COCO*FurCape_Black
Tights:  *PERSONA* Woolen tights (socks) – black
Veil:  G & L Design

Shoes
{AS} Arwen’s Creations Ornate Platform Slides~Black Satin & Gold Stars 150L

Poses
Long Awkward Pose

Location
City of Vonda

Nov 102010
 

“A pretty one,” said a voice. It was a woman’s voice. She was incredibly beautiful. She wore a collar. Her garment was white, and came to her ankles, in classic folds. She did not wear the brief work tunic of the other girls. I gathered she was the high girl in the camp and I, and the other girls, would have to obey her. It is uncommon, where several girls are concerned, to put a woman over them. Men do not care to direct us in our tasks. They only wish to see that they are done.  Captive of Gor Pg 216

I imagine Ena, the high slave described in the excerpt above, would have dressed in a look similar to Casa Del Shai’s“La Eleganza”.  It is a beautifully draped and textured look and yes it is true, Casa Del Shaiis not a Gorean Brand by any means, but this look simply fits the role to the tee.

I tend to look at many of the characters of Captive of Gor as a point of reference in my role play.  Ena, in terms of how she carried out her duties as a High Slave is of particular interest.  In many ways, she seemed to be a mentor to the other girls and avoided the stereotypical slave rivalry I have seen in other books.  She was elegant, well mannered and caring and of course well dressed *smiles*.

*Many thanks to stiller Himmel for letting me know about this lovely dress via the Gorean Forums.  Also, please check out his blog, Silent Sky – it is simply divine.

Body
Hair:  Exile Bianca/copper
Skin:  *League*Taylor Pale -Blonde-Angel- Frex

Outfit
*Casa Del Shai* La Eleganza Dress White

Accesories
Trident Coin Necklace & Armbands [Gold] [Box]
p.c; Paper Couture Organic Hoops

Shoes
SLink Jolie Pied Achillia Gladiator Tan

Poses
Del May
Diesel Works

Location
Tomoto

Nov 092010
 

I was thinking in terms of the high slave, one of great value, one who might even expect sandals, to say nothing of costly, if revealing, silks, and perhaps even a golden collar. – Witness of Gor pg 234

The role of high slave is one referred to in SL gor but rarely played as intended.  It is basically a slave of great value whether it be for her leadership skills amongst the other slaves, one beloved by a man of a high caste or some other attribute or skill.  She is a privileged slave so accordingly she is given more latitude in terms of dress and mannerisms :  The High Slave often wears sandals and may not ask permission to speak.  In many ways a high slave is similar to that of a courtesan and/or concubine and may be used by others to gain influence upon her Master.

When discussing the role of High Slave the concept of the “princess slave” may creep into the conversation.  “Princess slave” is derogatory term referring to a role player who acts a bit like a spoiled and pampered brat whether it be in character or out of character.  A High Slave can be a “Princess Slave” but they do not necessarily go hand in hand.  She may not also be the “love slave” meaning the slave so loved by her Master.  Overall, the role of high slave is about her status among the community versus her behavior or her relationship with her Master.  Ena from Captive of Gor is an excellent example of the leader type High Slave and one I would love to emulate in this role.

Not as a high slave, clothed in jewelries and shimmering silks, tastefully bound, is she to be conducted to the site of her performance, some aristocratic banquet… - Guardsman of Gor, p. 260

Body Adornments are also an indication of the High Slave.  She is often allowed jewelry beyond the simple “bina” or beads of the common slave.  Overall her clothing is of much higher quality but must always be revealing in nature whether it be her decolletage, her legs or even just her shoulders.  A high slave rarely dresses as a Free Woman.

Regardless of status though, the High Slave must always remember her place:  She is simply a slave who could in heartbeat be stripped of her status amongst the chain for no reason other than it is the wishes of her Master.

*Many thanks to Caranda from the Gorean Forums for the inspiration behind this post.

Body
Hair:  !lamb. Lost – Sunset
Skin:  *League* Taylor Pale -Blonde-Angel- Frex

Outfit
Courtesan orange @CONSPIRACY

Accessories
p.c; Paper Couture Cheetah’s Pride Set
Mondfinsternis – 1.030 (right cuff) from Mondfinsternis – Velvet – Urts n Shoot
Mondfinsternis Armband  from Mondfinsternis – Velvet – Urts n Shoot

Shoes
+ADDiCTIA+ Tropica Flip Flops – Tiki Java Mocha

Poses
Doll

Location
Zaara

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