vivi'enne






She never let on to many, where she came from, or how she came to be a bambi at the hunt wagon, in the caravan. Her story lingered only in her mind and a distant, almost lost portion of her heart. At least .... it was starting to feel that distant, and far removed from her now. It may have made them turn their heads if they had any remote idea of who she was, before she started running naked thru the woods, for Hunters to chase.

A Starlet. A sweet songstress from a cabaret performance, whose only large request of her manager was to get her a weekend away so she might have the creative break her soul had been yearning. She remembered the conversations she had with her manager, who she believed had her best interests at heart. Always putting her off till the wind up of this show or that show. Her mild manner and compliance was wearing thin and he knew it. She wasn't asking for the world on a silver platter ... just a short reprieve, a few days, and she would have been happy to climb back up on the platform.

They were to have a late night dinner in her dressing room, after the last curtain call. She remembered the decadent setting, the soft glow of lit candles, and a small round table with roses. The bottle of bubbly lay with care in the silver ice bucket. She walked into the room, still wearing the black stiletto boots, the short black sequined cocktail dress, and the diamond choker around her throat. Her lips painted a lush shade of scarlet and her halo blonde hair falling in a perfect cascade of waves, was the last image she saw reflecting back from her dressing table mirror. A cold, hard hand with a cloth of something covered her mouth, and a blurred conversation thanking her manager for paying his debt ... before her world was bathed in darkness.

Her manager had been a gambler, and fell behind in his debts. As a last attempt to win back his lost fortunes or at least free him from his debt, he bet "her" on a card hand. Some sure things just are not as sure as they seem. The financier gave him two options, pay up or simply arrange the delivery of the cabaret's starlet. The manager did not weigh the options heavily. It was and easy solution for him, her "need" for a holiday was about to be fulfilled in a long term fashion and he would be free of the financier.

He had more than once told her, "In this line of work, there are a hundred people waiting to fill your shoes on the day you decide you don't want it anymore. They won't even know you are gone when the next 'Miss Angel of the Moment' takes the stage". He believed it, as she too, was once unknown ... there would be another to fill her shoes.

She became a possession. Owned by a man, because another could not pay his debt. How life could present twists and turns. She was famous with the means to do with what as she pleased, she could have paid off her managers debt if there had even been the opportunity, but all her begging and pleading fell upon deaf ears. As far as this man was concerned she was now His property, and anything she "owned" was his already by default, so she need not worry on it. He took over her accounts, transferring all she had into his name. He used her for what he wanted and when he was done ...her spirit broken ... at least as far as he was concerned, and she was dumped.

She had been sold into the bambi hunts business. Blind folded and knocked out, she had been delivered to some caravan set up. When she awakened she was told with a gentle benevolence ... that as long as she agreed to the terms of the bambi hunt she would have a safe place to stay and food would be provided. Her dark, empty gaze all but washed of what she had once been, who she had been, and she simply nodded to the terms, and took her place in the hunt.

She was quiet for a long time, only doing the hunt when made to. She answered to nothing short of bambi. Her interaction with the rest was next to nothing at first, as she lingered in a depressed state trying to come to terms with where her life had been delivered. She was not treated with malice and as promised her basic needs were met. Her behavior was exemplary.

She started to take the world she was now in, for its infinite beauty of simplicity. There were still rules, but she did not have the pressures her life before, was riddled with. She started to unwind and just let herself fall back into what felt natural to her. Her imagination, once more, sparked to life as she wandered in and out of the trees ... lost in day dreams and fantasies of sweet splendor ... a pixied freedom. She started to open up and live again, more lively than she had ever been before in the spotlight. and the vivid green color flooded back into her eyes.

Like a "Midsummer Night's Dream", the sweet mysteries of existence came streaming back in vivid color and the sweet spirit of a forest nymph she was, breathed to life. Taking her grandmother's name, Vivi'enne, meaning "lively one", vivi opened her soul to the possibilities, experiencing her life with exhilaration and zeal. The road less traveled would deliver her. With that simple acceptance of where her life's direction now pointed, she took to charming and mesmerizing the would be Hunters, inviting them to sport a race thru the wilderness with her.

She lingered with promise. Promise for adventure, hypnotic sensuality ... and sweet siren song.


BIO for Hunters

Such is a forest nymph, wild and free.

She was a perfect little song fae. Petite, curvaceous frame (5'2"ish),
long golden curls framing an angelic fae face.
The flutter of ebony lashes over darkened depths of vivid jades.
just remember, dynamite packs a fair explosion, even in a bitty package.

High in spirit and determined temperament, not afraid of things that stir in the deep woods.
She is cunning, sporting ... and most beguiling.

Embracing challenges and set forth to meet a summons with every ounce of purity in her soul.
She dances on the edge with the chase, but values her deliverance; and honorably,
in worthy capture, enthrall with decadence befitting Mastery.

She was warned that limitations were not a bad idea ... else she could be caught, cooked and eaten ....

If you dare to think about dining "on her fine Finnan Haddie", she is a dish served up best .. RAW!

Limitations:


Stay with in SOI rules ...
NO: scat, animals, children, needles,
blood play, permanent markings,
enslavement/collars -and- no RT



Can you catch a fallen star?