L is for 'Lyssa

Once I was the leanhaun lover, bringing a slow and sensual death to the lady knight reborn as a mad childling in a Changeling: The Dreaming roleplaying campaign. I became something different in Tales of the Navel; the dark dream, the repressed passion, the embodiment of Melyssa Ashelocke’s wish; just as Sister Mel was her repressed shell. These aspects emerged from the shattered failure of an arachnocrat Melyssa didn’t want to be, Duessa’s disappointment of a daughter. You might say I’m the inspiration for giving into desires which dared not utter their names in the Gardens, the creature Mel longs to be, linked to Seraphix. You might say Seraphix gave birth to both Mel and I from the wreck that was Melyssa Ashelocke.

Whatever do I mean? Watch for our names in Tales of the Navel, which bubble at inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com and find out.