Shadows.Whisper
Junior Member
Deep in the woods, near to a small village stood a decrepit manor of the fallen Lord of Duscae. the Moonlight shimmered in through the broken stained mosaic glass of the cracked marble walls overgrown by vines. To moldy; peeling wallpaper that flaked off to land on the termite infested wood flooring. The place was once immaculate and the lord a kindly man; but one day that all changed and benevolent lord turned to vicious tyrant. None knew how or why, save but for one being within the ruined Manor, A broken day that lay in the study by the skeleton of the lord of Duscae. The doll lay there, with no life in it's eerily human like Amethyst eyes, eyes that shimmered in the pale rays of the moon coming in. It's body seemed to be made of a mixture of wood and ceramic. The feminine torso Cracked over a breast and along the ribs, revealing the hollow interior. Pale, white hair fell over a youthful face, resembling that of a beautiful young girl. Her ceramic parts tinted to take on a mocha like appearance. Crumpled and lifeless the doll sat within the ruins, with nothing save a small glowing gem clutched in their right hand. A gem that matched a small slot on it's smooth stomach that many would mistake for a belly button. The gem glowed with eerie purpose, as if calling to any adventuring passerby to enter the cursed manor, to place that gem inside the doll that it may love once more.