Sabella

Sabella (I)
The Anguisette
Created	1996-ish.
Status	Inactive
Race	Human
Hometown	Midgaard
Classes	Mage Warrior
Last Seen	2010
Followed	Molo Tripper Bliss

Sabella the Anguisette

Mud Contributions:

Sabella was a regular participant in Halloween Costume Contests, winning several. Sabella was also known to walk/dance/slither along the very edges of the rules governing physical intimacy on the Mud, with occasional lapses in judgement *cough*Toku*cough*Kaira*cough*. (oh, and that conversation with Wish about tentacles..)

Sabella is (according to long-ago rumors from High Up) responsible for inspiring a change to mud code: As a member of the Black Conclave with no fear whatsoever of death, she would oftentimes dive into the middle of a combat between much higher level combatants, and fireball - burning as many containers as she could before perishing. As a result of her doing so, time and time again, area spells were changed so that containers and equipment would only be damaged if the mage was Justified in attacking.

Current Description:

Hum [ Ma:15             ] Sabella the mild-mannered, sweet little girl.  (Day of Deception: May, 1997)    
Hum [ Ma:18             ] Sabella, Mage of the Black Conclave.                      (June 1997)
Hum [. . Wa: 2 Ma:17. . ] Sabella Witch of the Black Conclave.                      (June, 2000)
Hum [    Wa: 4 Ma:17    ] Sabella, the wicked little Witch. (Coven Anguisette)      (October 10, 2002)
Hum [    Wa: 8 Ma:17    ] Sabella, Wicked Anguisette of the Dark Coven.             (January 8, 2009)

1997:

"Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide....
Voices trapped in yearing, memories trapped in time...
The Night is my companion, and Solitude my guide...
Would I spend forever here and not be satisfied...?"
The young woman before you returns your gaze with a knowing smile playing
over her ripe lips. There is a challenge in those topaz eyes, a gauntlet
thrown down, and in them, you can see bold speculation as to whether
you would be a worthy entertainment.. She so loves a challenge...
Pulling your eyes from hers, you take in the rest of her form.... all of 
it... she is bare before your gaze, ornamented only in jewelry and the 
silk cords that bind her wrists... and she seems rather pleased with her
current state.
Sabella meets your eyes again, and somehow she looks deeper into you than 
any mere mortal has any right to do.... something sinuous and serpentine
moves in the back of your mind, and you feel the first hint of a scream
begin to well up within you as you seek release, escape, avoidance of that
unnatural, unholy, invasive touch....
Sabella is in perfect health.
Sabella is using:
<used as light>         a flaming black rose
<worn around neck>      a black mantle with jeweled breast clasp
<worn around neck>      a red dragon crystal necklace
<worn on body>          a whisper thin veil
<worn on legs>          a pair of black fishnet stockings
<worn on feet>          a pair of black leather stiletto heels
<worn on hands>         some red dragon skin gloves
<worn about body>       a daisy chain
<worn about waist>      a niobium nipple ring
<worn around wrist>     a black silk cord
<worn around wrist>     (Humming) a ruby bracelet
<wielded>               a spiked whip
<held>                  a lump of coal
<worn with pride>       a niobium nipple ring
<worn with pride>       a niobium nipple ring

1999:
"Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide...
Voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time...
The night is my companion, and solitude my guide...
Would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?"

The young woman before you returns your gaze with a knowing smile playing over her ripe lips. There is a challenge in those topaz eyes, a gauntlet trown down, and in them you can see bold speculation as to whether or not you would be a worthy opponant... She does so love a challenge...
Pulling your eyes from hers, you take in the rest of the view. A lush body is displayed to wicked perfection in sueded silks and leathers cut in the eastern desert style. High black suede boots worked with silver giltwork embrace her legs, and matching elbow length gloves cling to her arms. Her hauntingly lovely face is covered by the merest whisp of a modesty veil that does nothing to cover, only to frame her golden gaze. Black hair is restrained in a braid that reaches the tops of her thighs, and is bound back from her face by a silver and topaz fillet. Sabella meets your eyes again and somehow she looks deeper into you than any mere mortal has any right to do... something sinuous and serpentine moves in the back of your mind, and you feel the first hint of a scream begin to well up within you as you seek release, escape, avoidance of that un-natural, unholy, invasive touch...
Her smile is knowing, almost gentle, and she chuckles softly, murmuring, 'Perhaps not today, dear one, but ... soon...'

October 2002, Halloween Costume Contest Entry:

Hum [    Wa: 4 Ma:17    ] Sabella the wicked little nun. (Coven Anguisette)

Only a soft whisper of sound reveals the presence of the woman before you,
so non-assuming and unmoving as she was. Her voice barely audible in a 
prayer to her deity, the sound of her lips brushing against the cloth of 
her veil is nearly louder. Her head is bowed in piety, her figure shapeless
beneath the garb of her Order.  
Sabella the penitant nun is in perfect health.
used as light     (Artifact magic) the light of devoted service
worn around neck  (Potent magic) a large wooden holy symbol
worn around neck  (Potent magic) a white wool mitre
worn on body      (Potent magic) a black, shapeless, itchy wool cossack
worn on head      (Potent magic) a white veil
worn on legs      (Potent magic) white, thick, knitted wool leggings
worn on feet      (Potent magic) clunky, unattractive black shoes
worn on hands     (Potent magic) lye burns and and bristle brush scratches
worn about body   (Potent magic) a capelet of thick white wool
worn with pride   (White Aura) conviction and belief
Sabella is in perfect health. 

2000:
For years I have walked the Realm and reveled in its shadows. Blood was my aphrodisiac, and pain my greatest pleasure. hearts were toys, games to play. Corruption of purity, my joy. Against many have I pitted my will and wiles. Many have been conquered. None unaffected.
And so it was.
But that can no longer be. Against one heart I plotted. Fierce, terrible, joyful, given to another - it would be mine. The apple barely out of reach. Long I pursued him, chasing and hunting, desiring to ensnare. Until it was I who was truly captured.
And so it is.
I am well and fully bested, owned by one with no need or wish of my abject servitude. This day, I, Sabella, once whore, plaything, cruel seductress and corruptress, concede surrender and defeat.
And so it will be.
Abender Stormreaver owns my soul.

2004 Halloween Contest Entry:

As if the sun had set in a single moment, the space around you 
falls into a profound darkness. Shadows dance up like sanguine 
blood seeping into a still oasis of water: flowing, seeking to 
embrace the figure of a girl a short distance away. How could 
she have come so close, yet unseen until this, a moment of her 
choosing? 

Like the moon, she is pale cold brilliance swathed in the ebon 
stillness of night. Her lips are lush crimson red curves, full 
and tantalizing in their sensuality. Those huge eyes are wells 
of black agony and seduction entwined, within them the embrace 
of the grave, the chaos of life and the dance of death. Beauty 
and grace enfold her like a cloak, though she does not move. A 
single glance, and she entraps you. Daggers of fear pierce you 
as a simple, enigmatic smile curves those perfect lips, baring 
the gifts of her creator: ivory fangs. With sudden clarity, an 
epiphany overwhelms you - you are prey to this creature, food, 
just as a terrified coney draws the attention of a hawk in her 
flight. 

With precise and with an almost devout gentleness, she lightly, 
delicately caresses your cheek. Your eyes fall closed of their 
own volition, and your lips move in a prayer to a fallen deity 
to whom you have never given oath... for in this moment, it is 
Khore to whom you have become offering and sacrament, all in a 
single beat of your dying heart. 

Sabella, Nosferatu Priestess of Khore, is in perfect health. 

<used as light>     (Artifact magic) (Dancing) shadows of ebon night 
<worn on finger>    (Artifact magic) a silver ring of archaic sigils 
<worn on finger>    (Artifact magic) a ring bearing Sanguinna's seal 
<worn around neck>  (Artifact magic) a silver ankh upon a thin chain 
<worn around neck>  (Artifact magic) unhealable scars: Khore’s Kiss 
<worn on body>      (Artifact magic) a side-slit gown of ebon velvet 
<worn on head>      (Artifact magic) a long veil of sheer black silk 
<worn on legs>      (Artifact magic) wicked black gartered stockings 
<worn on feet>      (Artifact magic) a pair of black spiked heels 
<worn on hands>     (Artifact magic) sheer gloves of antique lace 
<worn about body>   (Artifact magic) a billowing cloak of spidersilk 
<worn about waist>  (Artifact magic) a tightly laced leather corset 
<worn around wrist> (Artifact magic) delicate silver bangle bracelets 
<worn around wrist> (Artifact magic) delicate silver bangle bracelets 
<wielded>           (Artifact magic) a slim, deadly, curved longsword 
<held>              your will, captured and subjugated to her desire 
<worn with pride>   the marks of a vampire's bite 
<worn with pride>   Cape of the Ordinus Nosferatu

Additional Physical Details: Sabella has a variety of piercings on her body... 6, to be exact, in a variety of interesting locations. Delicate tribal tattooing circles her upper thighs and waist, and appears in henna-like patterns on her hands. A belly chain constantly encircles her waist. (Ethnically, she looks middle eastern - voluptuous and wasp-waisted, with dusky skin, topaz eyes, and dark hair.) If one looks VERY closely…. One might see the scars…. But she's quite careful to get the best healing possible. Her body is a weapon, and like a sword, it must be kept clean, sharp and ready for battle.

Character History:

(written while in the Black Conclave)
Sabella was born in the Great Eastern Desert, to the nomad families that wander there. She is not certain how old she is. As a very young girl (somewhere around 4? 5?) she was given in tribute / payment to the Black Conclave, so that they would not utterly destroy the nomads. She has served them ever since…
First she worked as a cleaning drudge, keeping swords and armor as gore-free as her unskilled hands could. Cuffs and blows and other humiliations were hers in abundance. But it was attention, acknowledgement that she existed, so she found herself craving even this most brutal of touch.
Then, later, as she approached her teens, those hands were put to … other… uses. She has a extensive knowledge of the sensual arts, and is very, very practiced. Her first orgasm occurred as she was kicked to death by Sirak and Molo as a gift on her 16th birthday - for her, pain and pleasure are irrevocably linked.
Her personality's true nature is revealed in the way that she courts death. Sabella is often seen attacking those far, far more physically adept and powerful than she. She always runs, but sometimes, not quite fast enough… and then true release comes. Better than any sexual release - for those brief few instants before flesh and body are rejoined, she is free. Violence is inextricably linked to freedom, and her weapon of choice is cleansing fire. She burns… why not let others, as well…?

Trivia:

• Sabella gave kissing lessons in the guild when she was bored. One fellow named Sturm was so distraught to learn that he'd been getting lessons from an Evil - and enjoying it - that he slew himself in his god's temple.
  
  
• Sabella has had longstanding (read: years, a decade in some cases) flirtations with several individuals and Immortals, both male and female. Notables include Tokugawa, Isolas, DarkClaw, Pol, Lanfear Daermon N'a'shezbaernon, and Stouthbound.
  
  
• Tamar: The Something-th Annual Halloween Costume Contest Winners
  

Sun Oct 31 18:18:18 2004
To: All
First let me say that there were only a few entries, possibly due to my erm, lateness in posting this quest (sorry!). But the winning entries were wonderful, and will be posted on the forums if you would like to see what they were. Jeda wins for most humorous, and Sabella wins for most likely to make Khore drool. (See me for your prizes, and thanks to those that participated!)
Tamar

Personal Timeline:

• 1997: At the encouragement of members of the Conclave, Sabella duals to Warrior. She finds this entirely not to her taste. When 3x is implemented, Sabella delays converting. When she finally does, she loses three mage levels due to the difference in exp levels. This makes exping even more of a misery, and for the longest time, Sabella simply becomes a presence in the Guild.
  

• 1998 - 1999: Sabella makes rare visits to the world, despising, as she does, her current sense of being trapped in inconvenient levels. During this span, she offers kissing lessons and gains a reputation as a wicked seductress. One of the God+ becomes her 'patron' of sorts, and gifts her with a variety of RP restrings and reslotted items.
  
• 2000: The world has changed for the tempestuous Sabella. Many months ago, she was commanded by her Master, the Arch Lich, to seduce Abender Stormreaver. She felt herself incapable of the task, but yet undertook the attempt in a subtle way. This hunt was to be her downfall. Pursuer became prey. She found herself ensnared heart and soul by the warric. Stripping herself of all that she was, she follows him now, silent as a ghost at his heel. Her wicked garb gone, clad only in a simple white dress, eyes downcast, she exists in a gray half-life. Still bearing the mark of the Lich (too young in her warrior skills to seek the Implementor's release from Molo's service), she is disdained and hated by her fellows and by goods alike who see only the red aura remaining.
  
  • September 1, 2000: Khore hosts a story contest - "WHAT IF..." The deadline for entries being September 8th.
    
  • September 8, 2000: The Final Entries of the Story Writing contest are collected. Cirth the Pale, Scribe of the Chosen, is the winner, and the entries are posted on Cordir's website. Sabella's is not posted - instead, a large 'CENSURED' graphic is in its place.
    
  • September 9, 2000: Khorlan Farseer offers 100,000 gold to anyone who can provide him with a copy of Sabella's story writing contest entry.
    
  • September 10, 2000: A bit of chaos ensues over Sabella's story. Rath tries to get Cordir to give him a copy, claiming Sabella wouldn't mind. She refuses. Sabella posts a note that no one is getting the story. Khorlan ups the offer to 200k. Khore and Cordir agree that Sabella's story will not be released to the general public, as it violates mud rules for decency.
    
• 2001: Granted freedom (a god+ reform, for cause) in January from the Black Conclave, she has devoted her new life to repairing the damage she had caused in the past. Her owner, Abender Stormreaver, is gone from the Realm. She can but serve in a manner that would be pleasing in his eyes. The place to begin that road is with the Tigers he once served, in February of this year.
  
  • November 11, 2001: Sabella levels to Wa:3\Ma:17,her first level since nearly 2x.
    
• 2002: Finding Abender's beloved Tigers as corrupt, selfish, and bloodthirsty as any she served aside in the Conclave, Sabella makes the decision to lay aside all her oaths and walk alone for a time. Perhaps healing will only come with re-emergence of a crimson aura...
  
  • June 6, 20002: Sabella, Emaleth and Lanfear have a lovely long visit in the Baths. At the end of which, some strange things happen with mushrooms...
    
  • September 2, 2002: Sabella joins the Coven.
    
  • October 7, 2002: Sabella levels to Wa:3\Ma:17.
    
  • October 25, 2002 - Solaron auctions off a Level 31 Health Amulet, "free to first person to give me a reason I like.". Sabella wins, with an auctioning of "Because I'm a wicked, filthy, naughty girl, who will teach your wife horrendously evil things to do to you?"
    
• 2004: Sabella is restored by Tynian. Upon entry into the world, she finds that she has been reformed from the Coven, and joins Kerriariadne's Dark.
• 2006: Sabella is reformed on May 3rd, 2006, when she logs in to find that Kerriariadne has Retired.