Avatar since: 08/06/06
Female
Age: Unknown
Location: Unknown
Last log on: Always :)

Pale face, red hair, deep eyes ... The comtesse herself. This story brighs you back to the Victorian Era, in order to find one particular caracter, whose story seems endless. Katherine Chappele's story, The Comtesse Noire, like some call her.

Comtesse Noire // Victorian age. A huge manor lies on the top of a hill, surrounded by mountains covered with an old forest. Everything in those lands smells old, like if time had, someday, stopped. Katherine Chappelle feels the cold wind in her pale face. From the highest tower of her manor, see sees over the woods, now softly painted in tones of brown, orange and yellow. Time is changing, it's almost autumn now, and the summer days had now became few. A small butterfly now flies near the tower. The small road, which guides us to town, is now covered with leafs of many shapes and colours. Katherine whispers something to the winds, and looks down, just in time to see the small wagon passing near the manor. She has huge, black eyes, who match so gracefully with her red, sometimes black, hair. A witch, they call her. Coulden't be furder from truth.



Enter the manor