Recent content by Vivian Cruz

As the armor slipped away, leaving Omega rather bare, her expression changed more from irked to curious. Magia were strange in this world of TerraSphere. Back in TS1, they didn't have advanced technology or a race like this, so she could see why there was an allure to be chosen by the newer...

Two hours. One outfit. Was she serious? Her eyes scanned over the message and back up at Omega. There was a wrinkle over the bridge of her nose, indigo eyes near balls of hot flames, and a fist formed with a tight clutch. She inhaled deeply and exhaled super slowly and then smiled, but it was...

Devouring the last bit of the kabob, she tossed the stick into a trash bin. She didn't want to litter her future kingdom. Licking her fingers of the meat juices that drizzled along the stick, the woman cleaned off her fingers and saw a forge not too far off from where Omega's vision seemed to be...

Vivian was more than pleased with the outcome of this introduction. Indigo eyes were as bright as sparkling gems from the overhead sun, her tall amorous body an object of perfection with each muscle, dip, curve and valley perfectly proportionate to her regal stature. Long fuchsia hair unwound...

As Vivian plotted and schemed within her mind, indigo eyes moved left and right, only to catch glimpses of Omega scouring the newbie lands for things. Strange girl. What was she doing exactly? Maybe it was some kind of nervous tick in the Magia programming that made her involuntarily do these...

It was to be expected that her new perma tank came out in nothing more than scraps and newbie gear. It was unbecoming to say the least and when the woman came over to speak, there was nothing more than a series of binary numbers shooting out from her mouth. It wouldn't have been bad if Omega had...

Rose lips were pursed around the stem of her kiseru pipe and clenched tight between her teeth as she bit down on the mouthpiece. Her indigo eyes showed irritation, the plumes of pink smoke escaping her pink lips came out in quick puffs as she held the ornate pipe by the bowl as she leaned her...

Vivian smiled broadly. Pink, lush lips on full display as her indigo eyes shined over the golden stalks of wheat from the field. As she stood at her tall 5'11'' height, the woman didn't speak until she bowed her head and swept her arm over her belly. "My name is Vivian Cruz, Future Queen of...

Tendrils of the thick pink smoke trailed from her pink lips as her indigo eyes loomed over the southern accent and noticed, a pale featured woman with a dash of black eyeshadow. BUT, was not expecting anything less than from her friend, Madison. Harken to the days of TS1, this was a different...

There was a large, massive, BEHEMOTH difference between the woman who had actual worldly knowledge. The one who spoke of culture, and history. The one who DID have a Kingdom to raise from the blood on her hands to the depths of the soil at her feet. But Vivian was gone. She had a soul, she had...

Enter the Future Queen! Wheat fields and the scent of manure. Oh, this was a pleasant place indeed, one befitting the future Queen. The thought was dripping with sarcasm as Vivian flicked shit from her boot, dousing the smell with a blast of water from her hand, undoing the taint from her red...

The fresh coast waters triggered a serene and tranquil feeling within the future queen. Indigo eyes looked down at her palm, overlooking an interface with a back and forth message with a near and dear friend, Madison Freebird, one of the few people she knew in the game as well as out. The...

Yep. She remembered this all too well from the side of Lucia. The ever present and shining book of knowledge and lecturing like some kind of sexy history professor in college. Vivian gave an absent-minded eye roll, her indigo eyes shifted away from her as she was speaking, also taking a swinging...

It wasn't anger. Maybe just a little. But Vivian hated to be lectured by people. She wanted to care for the feelings and words conveyed by her former lover, she wanted to accept them and learn from them. Hell. Four years ago? It might have been all she needed to get through her day in...

Vivian had remained seated, one leg over the other, if not with a subtle rhythmic bounce every once in a while. As one of her servants came to serve coffee for their guest, Vivian kept her eyes on Lucia ahead of her. All the while that one was speaking, Vivian's smile dropped a little, eyes...