Second Laura

Sitting alone under the old, arched treeher eyes traversed the yard, the field, beyondwhile the last shimmer of the sunset fadesstretching all shadows, like some ghostly spawn I had just landed on a lower branchperched for a moment before taking flightI ruffled softly from my feathers duststartling the human under the moonlight We stared a moment into each other’s eyescloser, I saw her…

Silvery threads of moonlight lengthen the shadows of the statues and the tombstones as every night, unless a heavy fog settles on the old graveyard. A few villagers who straggled on their way home now rush down the cobblestone lanes, nervously glancing back above the shoulder. A soft rumor of steps and a faint rustle can be heard from afar, the unequivocal sign of the arrival of Mour-Nynn, the…

She had no time to wallow in something so pitifully mundane as her melancholy. Someone with the heart of a man and the stomach of a king —not a queen— should not be languidly watching the hours fade away, the eyes watching all those morsels of memory now gone forever. Men she had loved, hidden letters that only she knows about, and even the distant horrors of the war where countless men had died…

She knew the base was haunted long before she understood what the word meant. Sometimes it was only a faint whisper, very close, as if someone had their lips right on her ear—inside the helmet even. On other occasions, desolate sobs interrupted her slumber, far away, almost drowned by the dry wind outside and the machines humming inside. She had searched the whole structure for days, but nothing…

For, as the Precher sayethe, there is a tyme to be borne, and a tyme to dye; and the daye of deathe is better than the daye of our birthe.1 Underneath the layers of carefully interpreted and reinterpreted history, between the Protestant martyr and the treasonous queen, behind all the myths and retellings of speeches, letters, and records, there was once a girl. A teenage girl. Jane was 16 and no…

“Another mother’s breakin’Heart is taking overWhen the violence causes silenceWe must be mistaken” All around us the noise becomes unbearable, blasting tones of apocalyptic dread on every screen, every reel, every post. Desolation and despair become commonplace in a world fueled by hatred and a cult of death. The horror and shock slowly give way to numbness, as every soul becomes an empty number…

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On certain nights, the bridge was so still one would say it held its breath. The villagers would not cross it on such nights, not out of fear, but reverence. From their windows and porches, they could sometimes make out the figure slowly prowling in silence, almost dancing in the shadows—lean and imposing, silver-red hair drifting like smoke, the curve of twin horns catching the moonlight. His…

Brokkr @Androgyny Event We’re happy take part in the new Androgyny Event! May 5th-28th Were you wishing some of our pieces included male versions? Did we promise you that we would include more rigs in the future, but never really got to it? We are committed this time! We promise you not only new male rigs for our beloved previous releases, but also new texture sets to play with. You can also…

We’re happy to have been part of the wonderful Fantasy Faire 2025. In the following days, you will be able to find our Faire specials at the main store: Malmrós collection Besides the usual classic metals, we included the two special Fantasy Faire themed shades: That’s all for now! Check us out on Flickr, Facebook, our Marketplace, or head over to Brokkr’s forge, have a drink and shop…

“Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!”Dracula, Bram Stoker The streets of Nox Aeterna shimmer under the faint glow of the eternal eclipse. The sun, trapped behind sorcery and shadow, hangs like a blind eye in the heavens. Gas lamps burn with a pale crimson flame, casting an eerie glow on polished cobblestones that have long forgotten the tread of mortal boots. Lord…

A delicate, almost shy veil of sunlight filters through the leaves atop the ancient mangroves, announcing another morning. I stretch with delight. The welcome warmth awakens me, and I get lost in thought, mesmerized by the sweet dance of light between the flickering sun beams and the crystals that grow on my body. I am Lystra of the Wraithwoods, daughter of moonlight and song. My home is a realm…

Most wouldn’t believe a place like this exists, veiled beneath layers of ancient stone and blooming moss. Yuum Baalal is known only in legends and whispered stories told around fires. Perhaps most wouldn’t believe a creature like me exists, guarding a secret more precious than gold, the source of all that lives and thrives in our world. No human tongue has ever spoken its true name —nor could…

“A nocturnal concertocandlelight whispers me where to goHymn of gathering stars as my guidewhilst I wander on this path of the night“ A delightful shiver runs through me as I stretch, every bone in my body singing with newfound energy. The mists are lifting. I smell the earthy scent of wet soil and pine, carried on a playful wind that whips through my hair, tangling it playfully. The warmth of…

“I walk a lonely roadThe only one that I have ever knownDon’t know where it goesBut it’s home to me, and I walk alone” In secret and on the wings of my dreams, I go outside and walk alone, the only one on the foreign streets that have been my home and now can’t recognize me. The chilly air awakens my skin, tired of the stale nothingness of my little space, the small cocoon where I linger and…