My Explorations Through the World of Second Life

So I have been wandering around Second Life again just trying to figure out what has changed and what has stayed the same. So much is different but there are still a few places left that I used to visit. The photography studio I used to visit is gone but I did manage to find another and took a few pics.

Definitely one of my favorite pics I took in the studio. I also took a few pictures of some of the new places I found wandering around second life.

Definitely some beautiful places to find around Second Life so look for more pictures of me in my adventures and look for my next installment of My Life As An Elf coming soon. Have fun and stay safe out there in your own Second Life.

My Life as an Elf Volume 3: The Downfall of My People

A month, then two passed after my horrible encounter in the ruins but I could not shake the feeling that something dangerous was coming. My grandparents brushed my intuition aside due to my youth and inexperience. "No mortal men will harm our home," they would tell me and then dismiss me away without a second thought. My father, who always heeded my warnings, stayed on edge and took more and more of the border watches as time went on hoping that he could stay any attackers before they reached our lands. On the nights he did not take watch he increased my training in spell work and weaponry teaching me about daggers and swords and the proper way to wield them. I soaked in all the information and continued to train even when my father could not teach me.

I was not what you would call extraordinary during my lessons. Oftentimes I heard the other elves of the forest call me mediocre at best, but nonetheless I trained as hard and as long as my mind and body would allow. I would soak in the words of the spells like a sponge and store them deep within myself to call on during a time I may need them. I tinkered and toyed with combinations of the words trying to come up with my own spells. My father would always encourage me but would warn me not to work past my limits for fear that I would injure myself or possibly even burn our home to the ground. I was not as fearful, as I saw no real talent in myself with magic, I saw my abilities with the dagger and sword to be far superior to that of my spell work. My father, however, did not feel the same as I did and would tell me that I had far more power in me than I yet realized and so encouraged me more and more with my spells than with my swordsmanship. 

On the night of the full moon during the third month after seeing the treacherous men, it happened. Fire and arrows rained from the sky and screams split the night air. Fearing for me my father rushed me to the top floor of our tree house and placed me in the closet. "Keep as quiet and as still as you can. I will return for you when this is over." Dread filled me as he closed the door and ran down to face the attackers. Peeking through a knothole in the closet to the outside I could see the fire and devastation. My father stood at the forefront of the elves shouting words of encouragement in our native language. In the distance beyond the flames I heard the clanking of armor and the sound of thunder that I knew could only be coming from the feet of the warhorses the men I had seen rode. Unease filled me as they came into the light of the fires and I knew that it was those men that now attacked our home.

My father unwavering took his fighting stance as did the other elves in the forest. As the men reached him the battle began. My father leaned and spun and felled many a foe moving as if in a dance and not a battle, but the more he fought the more men came. Every man my people killed seemed to be replaced by two more coming in from the forest edge. They were severely outnumbered and despite their skill and prowess with a blade the men felled them one at a time until only 20 or so elves remained now surrounded by these monsters; my father still at the front fighting. Suddenly a sound came from the sky. Arrows flew in aimed for elf and man alike. I knew then that these men must have no souls as they cared nothing for other creatures or themselves. Fearful for my father's life I reached out with the most powerful spell I could muster. Flames lit the night sky burning the arrows before they could reach the elves. I tried to hold the spell as long as I could but my strength was waning with every second that passed. For a moment I say my father look my way as if he knew where the flames had come from and then he continued fighting. The arrows continued to fall and as my strength gave out I saw them falling first on the men killing many in their path and then on the elves.

The elves fell to the ground one by one like pincushions, my father with them. I looked out overcome with disbelief and fear. I collapsed to the floor of the closet unable to speak, unable to move. I knew it was over for my people and myself. Suddenly I heard loud banging footsteps through my home knowing that these were not the steps of an elf. The men began ransacking the house throwing pots and plates on the ground. As quietly as I could I moved to the door and looked through the crack at the bottom. Across the room I saw the dagger that my father had given me that had once belonged to my mother lying on the table. As I began to stand and reach for the door handle I heard the door to the rest of the house slam open. I dropped to the ground and began looking through the crack again. There was a large armor clad figure standing in the room turning the dagger over in his hands. He then hooked it on his belt and turned around looking straight at my hiding spot. A wry smile came across his face as he stepped toward the closet. I ceased breathing, hoping beyond all hope that he would get distracted and turn away; he did not. As he reached the door I had decided that I would kill this man and then try to escape or die trying but before he could open the door and I could attack I heard the footsteps of two more men enter the room. Frozen by renewed fear I waited. The door creaked open and the large man looked down on me smiling with an evil grin. Suddenly he took his sword and with the blunt end hit me knocking me unconscious. That is the last that I remember of my home in the forest.

A Long Time Gone

Wow, so it has definitely been a while since I have posted here. Just want to say hi to everyone that I haven't seen these past 3 years or so. I've also been away from second life dealing with real life and all the issues that come along with that. While I am back on my blog I have yet to return to the game but may be continuing my second life adventures soon. It will definitely be difficult going back after so much time away but it should make for some interesting blogging. I will also continue on with my stories of my life as an elf but will not be continuing on the submissive path. I have determined that I am entirely to high spirited for that type of lifestyle and will be in more trouble than it is worth. So while I am hanging up my collar and cuffs I will still be wandering around second life looking for all new adventures, delving into my elf life and life as a vampire. So stay tuned as I tell you all about my second life.

My Life As An Elf Volume 2: My Early Childhood

The beginning of my life was almost like a fairy tale. I was loved and adored, given everything a young elf could ever want, and taught the ways of everything I would ever need to know.

Fifty years ago in the quiet of the forest on a cool spring night I was born to Arbellason and Galasriniel. The labor was a hard one and it left my mother weak and dying. My father sat with her for three days and nights after my birth until she had no fight left and passed away calmly in her sleep. My father was devastated and stayed locked inside his room for a month after her death. Despite his depression he made sure I was well taken care of and provided for.

I was born a very bright and beautiful child. My violet eyes glowing with the life and spirit that was behind them, my hair the color of the earth my people lived off, my skin was a dark tan that let me blend in to my environment. I grew rapidly soaking in any and all information that was presented before me. By the time I was five my father had taught me several languages, from the ancient language of my people to the infant language of men. Every night he read me stories of his adventures among the creatures of the world and taught me the songs native to their lands.

My room was decorated with many flowers and silk sheer curtains that let in the cool breeze in the night and the warm rays of sunlight during the day. The walls were the bark of the tree that me and my father called home and the windows were framed in the decorative carvings that graced the halls of the royal palace of the wood elves. Aside from my teachings my father provided I was schooled in the ways of the royal family. As my mother's only child and her being her parents only child I was destined to become the ruler of my people when my grand parents returned to the earth.

By the time I was eight years old I would slip out my window late at night and wander through the forest exploring the sounds that surrounded me. I did this every night for two years until my wanderings brought me to the ruins of an Nymph colony. There was no one anywhere to be seen and the forest was slowly reclaiming the land. I wandered around the homes and trees until i came to the edge of the woods where the trees had been thinned out and through them you could see the large walls of a palace and it's inhabitants scurrying around the edges. As I stood a soldier from the top of the wall spotted me and shot an arrow towards me. I dodged and ran as quickly as I could back to my home. I informed my grandmother and grandfather of what I had seen, but they simply brushed it off without a second thought. That would be the beginning of my people's downfall.

My Training Chronicles

So, as I said in my first post I am undergoing sub training. When I first decided to embark on this journey my best friend Christine Southpaw was already in submissive training. After talking with her about some of what being a sub or slave entailed I decided that I wanted to explore this intricate world as well. I contacted her Mentor Thina Mistwood who was also a good friend of ours and asked if she would take me on as a student as well. After speaking with her own Mystress and with me about what it was I was looking for we began my training. After a slight hiccup I found myself falling behind in my training and a decision was made for Mentor's sister Helyn Spiritweaverto take me as her pet and work with me one on one to ensure that I was able to catch up. So now I have not only my Mentor, but also my Mistress teaching me. My Training Chronicles will be my adventures during my time training under Mentor and Mistress so keep an eye out for my next post in My Training Chronicles.

Pics to be added later.

My Life As An Elf Volume 1: The History Of My Parents

Fifty years ago in a large forest in a faraway land a little elf child was born. That little elf child was me. I was a very beautiful child full of wonder and light with bright violet eyes and earthy brown hair. I was born to a Grey Elf named Arbellason meaning noble strength and a forest elf named Galasriniel meaning crowned with laurel.

My father, Arbellason's life had not been a happy story. He had been born to a noble family in their secluded valley. The elves in the valley wished to live very withdrawn lives feeling they were above any that came to their grand lands. My father was very different and desired to learn all he could of every race. He was shunned as a child and harassed as he grew older. No one in his valley understood why he would want to learn about such inferior creatures. He grew tall as the years went by, taller than any other grey elf in the valley, with golden hair and violet eyes. When he reached just thirty years of age he left his valley in search of adventure and out of a desire to meet the different races found around the world. He traveled far and wide learning all he could of many creatures and wrote down his stories that he would read to me years later when I was just a child. During his travels he found himself in the middle of many battles fighting along side men, dwarves, dragons, and other races of elves. He spent 100 years traveling the world until he was weary of his travels and wished to find the comfort of his home. His return was not a happy one. The valley was in turmoil. Evil Men and beasts fought for control of the valley and the number of elves were dwindling. My father fought to save his homeland, but it was a futile fight. Too many had died or given up and he found himself leading what elves were left out of the valley. Their journey was long and hard, but they eventually came across a beautiful forest filled with wood elves. Tattered and weary they sought refuge in the tall trees alongside the native wood elves. Three years passed and the grey elves that had followed my father began to regain their elitist attitude. In the summer of their third year they decided to set out in search of a new secluded valley where they could live on their own again. My father having fallen in love with the forest chose to stay behind. He built his own tree house and lived there comfortably on his own for five years. During the winter of his eighth year among the wood elves a group of elves entered the forest. It was my father's night on watch at the edge of the forest and he noticed them immediately, a fair wood elf leading the way. He hopped gracefully from the tree he had been hiding in, bow drawn facing the young elf. They informed him they were returning home from a ten year journey as ambassadors to a human kingdom. He escorted them through the winding trails to the grand hall to see the royal family and nobles. He soon learned this young elf was the daughter of the royal family, a beautiful girl he would later take as his life partner.

My mother, Galasrinel's life was a very privileged one. She was born into the royal family of the forest she inhabited and was given all she could every want or need. She was sheltered and taught everything the wood elves had known despite the fact that her race was not very intellectual. When she was old enough her father began teaching her how to fight. He taught her every weapon he knew from knives, swords, and daggers to bows and spears. She lived happily in her forest for 40 years before men came. They were from a far off kingdom seeking help from any land that could help. My mother taking pity on them convinced her father and mother to form a small force to set out to aide these new and strange men. The elven warriors set out late one night with my mother leading them despite her father's order for her to stay. It was a long journey. They traveled for three months before reaching the warring land. My mother spent ten years helping to free the kingdom and as an ambassador of her lands. After the ten years had passed and she felt the land would be safe she took the few elves that were left and started on her journey back to her lands. As she entered the forest her small group was encountered by an unknown elf. He was tall and handsome despite the fact he had a bow drawn and pointing at her face. Her and her party followed this strange elf through the forest to her home where she was greeted by her parents and all the nobles. In the months following her reunion she spent more and more time with this strange elf. Two years after their meeting they were joined as life partners and twenty years later she became pregnant with a girl child that they named Elarinya, meaning Morning Star.

Well that is all for now, be sure to come back soon to see the next Volume in My Life As An Elf. *smiles and waves goodbye*

My First Post

Hello all!! I am new to the whole blogging thing so bear with me while I give this a try. This will be a blog about my adventures and experiences on second life. First I guess I should tell you all a bit about myself. I am an elf who is a dancer, manager, and photographer on second life. I am also undergoing sub training to explore and learn about a new side to myself alongside my best friend Christine Southpaw. I am protected by my wonderful Mistress Helyn Spiritweaver and my amazing Mentor Thina Mistwood. I am also exploring the complex world of vampires and lycans. So all in all you could say I have a very busy second life. lol I could go into my life as an elf, but I will save that for another post, as well as my adventures at Thina's Training Gardens and Blood Alchemi. Well, not sure what else to put on my first post, so I guess that's it for now. Check back soon for some of my adventures. ^^