08/09/2024  Broken Glass and bloodstains:{Branch Storyline} Category: Uncategorized Night Terrors: Trigger warning/disclaimer: Throughout this piece there will be hints of major traumatic events. If you are affected by this piece, please for your own self and mind please click the X button and do not read. Thank you The Incident: Violation and innocence gone Trauma can leave a person forever having to respond to triggers. Even if they do not remember the trauma; their mind will forever remember the event or events that left scars upon their mind. That is the funny thing about abuse sometimes the scars left on the body heals but the scars left on the mind will forever affect a person. Even if a child at a young age experiences a traumatic event, they will forever feel the effects of it. A loud sound or fast movement will cause them to panic, curl up in a ball, fight, break down, or even smells that bring up the painful memory. It doesn’t matter if a person causes the trauma is a relative or not, however, a relative inflecting something horrible can leave a greater impact on a person’s mind. Family members are never thought to be the cause of something that leaves their own flesh and blood in a state of being less than.  It happened several times before but never to the extreme that the night that changed everything. Unsolicited touches that would make one’s skin crawl and never want to be touched again. The type that makes one question why they were picked to be violated and left in a vulnerable position. Malka Branch thought she was the only victim of the inappropriate advances. She thought her uncle would soon leave her alone and never go further. Boy was she wrong and she would forever be changed.  Being held down, touched in areas that was never thought to be touched at such a young age, a bedroom was no longer a safe place. No matter if the young Malka had her own set abilities or tried to fight off her attacker she began to feel helpless. “Please please” she begged as her attacker kept forcing her on the bed and the grip became tighter. At first the young witch did not realize who it was trying to force themselves upon her until they leaned down right to her left ear, “shut your stupid mouth up. If anyone comes in here even your triplet brothers (names here) they will be killed, and I will make you watch slowly as I do.” Her eyes widened as she realized who it was on top of her. “Uncle Adnan?” she said softly, her voice cracking as tears rolled down her face. Her uncle was always known to be on the more aggressive, untrustworthy, and terrible side. It was not that he was the black sheep of the family, but everyone knew never to anger him, and he was known to be violent towards particularly females. “Yes! And you think after I got done watching the light fade from their eyes what I’m fixing to do to you won’t happen? Think again little girl. You will do what I say. You are maybe a teen who thinks she is a woman; I’ll show you what women are good for and what it means to be one.” He said in a low, rough, and demanding voice still in her ear. “Please Uncle. I am your niece.” She said pleading with him once more as she tried again to force him off her. Her mind and body in a state of panic trying to stop what she could sense he wanted to do. Being a triplet she did have a connection to her triplets that many wished to have.  Since he said no screaming, she would use her mind which was something he could never take away. “MORRISON! KENDRIK!! HELP!!” She screamed through her mind hoping they would wake and hear her or sense something was wrong. As she felt his hands all over her body and even his lips upon her neck, Malka began to slowly disassociate from the situation. She did not know how long she was completely blacking out of the situation, though she could still feel everything he was doing. This is why she knew he had yet to fully do something that would take away what little innocence she had left. After however long, a white light came from the door, and a silhouette of someone about the same height as one of her brothers. After that and a scream from someone else in the room, Malka blacked out completely. Present Day: Sanctuary with distant blood/ Returning Moons ago a tragic event happened, the scars though still there are not remembered as to what put it there, Malka only remembers bits and pieces. That is what trauma does to a person with a little extra magic spell to help. After something happened to her as a teen, Malka ran from her home towards her distant cousin Antigone’s location. She knew that if anyone could make sure that she would not be found it was her and the Tenebris sisters. Sure, she knew that it could put more family drama into play, but the young teen wanted to protect herself. For extra protection, Antigone (her very distant cousin) put a spell upon her mind that broke the link between Morrison, Kendrik, and herself. This was to make sure that they couldn’t come find her until it was time.  Malka was fragile for many centuries and needed time to grow in her craft as well as heal from whatever happened to her. She still disliked it when people touched her, but like most she went to the extreme in sexual relationships. She never wanted to fully settle down and was extremely protective of other females around her even when she viewed them as a threat. Still, she knew that soon she would have to return to the Branch family. But she would not fully tell them where she went.  After telling Antigone that it was time, Malka gathered up her stuff, and made her way to where the circles were. It felt like forever since she had last been on the estate or anywhere near her siblings. She had gained a great grasp over her siren and seductress like abilities, yet the work through some of her trauma was still underway. “I am coming home.” She said in a soft tone of voice and even through her mind allowing the connection link between her, Morrison, and Kendrik to connect once more ever so slightly.  02: PM 14 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 22 Kudos  Back to Blog List

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	Malka Kamila Branch {mystifying Beauty} {Seduction Witch}{Dark Lady} {Triplet to Morrison and Kendrik}{ Disciple's Of The Moons Tear}	"Broken Glass and Bloodstains:Calm moments {Branch Storyline} Blog Location:https://www.realmroleplay.com/view_blog.php?id=0000000943 Disclaimer/Trigger warning: This storyline may have sexual triggers within it. If you are triggered by it, please click the X and remove it from your stream. This is for your protection and would never want anyone to have triggers. The past can never change nor can what one does to someone always be fixed. In the curel world one little thing can change a person’s fate. One little thing can break a person for the worse or build them for fame. The mind at times is the only thing that keeps a person alive. The person may not always realize that forgetting things can be a benefit to them. This was the case for Malka, for she needed to forget down to the littlest thing which was the smell of her uncle. Sometimes though a smell or sound would happen around her and she would seem to have bits and pieces that would try to come back to her. Never in a thousand years did Malka think that it would be harder to face everything from the past even if she knew that there was no other way. The man who made her skin crawl needed to be put to death. She cared not that he was familiar with her nor was he blood to her. Though she may not remember exactly what happened, especially what happened the night that she left. Pain can either break someone or make them and Malka wanted to have the pain make her. The very world seemed to spin in a new way since that night. That night many could say everything changed. Reuniting with Kendrik Sensing the presence of Kendrik coming closer made another shift inside Malka. She seemed to break something deep inside her. It was not something that normal siblings unless they were close would ever understand. She turned around from Morrison to see Kendrik. “Hello brother, it has been a long time.” She said with a slightly tearful smile. Tear stains began to become darker with the fresh tears. “Sorry it took so long, but it was needed.” She said finally and lowered her gaze for a moment. She let out a slight laugh. “Well, you and Morrison always look handsome. Proud to be your sister.” She replied looking between the two brothers before hugging Kendrik. It was something that she seemed to need to hug her triplet brothers. The Mystifying Beauty knew that leaving and running to Antigone for help was the thing to do at the time to heal. It was the only way she could healed fully. If she had stayed perhaps something else could have happened. She did not want to always be broken and staying would have kept being shattered. The Mystifying Beauty looked between her two brothers and gave another smile. “I love you too Kendrik and you as well Morrison. It’s good in a way to be back, though I wish it was under different circumstances.” Malka said with a slight thick European accent mixed with a Turkish accent. The two accents seemed to blend perfectly together. When she looked at Kendrik, Malka tilted her head to the left for a moment, “Memories are a funny thing. They come when needed but disappeared when one can handle it.” She said in a mysterious tone. “Should we wait for the others or discuss somethings between us triplets before they come?” she asked shifted for a moment. The play was about to shift in favor or those who were supposed to be victims, however, would become predators. Posted by Malka Kamila Branch {mystifying Beauty} {Seduction Witch}{Dark Lady} {Triplet to Morrison and Kendrik}{ Disciple's Of The Moons Tear} on Mon Feb 03, 2025, 03:02 [Reply to this]

	Bihter Kosem ~ E + Loves her Soul Mate Behlul Kivanc	Broken Glass and bloodstains:{Branch Storyline} https://www.realmroleplay.com/view_member_blog.php?member_id=3326 Her time being with Adnan was the very worst, her only light was her one love Behlul, who had moved in with them. She knew why it was to watch over her even if they couldn't be together. The fact that he was so close to her; to protect him, she loved him even more for that. It certainly was not the life she had planned to be with his uncle who has changed over the years. The thought of her being close to him made her skin crawl, she had put up the act In her heart and mind, she dreamed of the day she and Behlul could be together, to run away together. So many changes have happened over the years. She was determined to not have any close encounters with Adnan, it was the last thing that she wanted. Especially since knowing that Behlul was so close that was the only thing that filled her heart. His uncle slowly changed over the years, turning to alcohol was not something she to smell. They had finally decided she and Behlul were going to be together, but she couldn't stand Adnan’s physical abuse of her. It is why she hid from Behlul, those days not wanting him to see the deep cuts and bruises on her. She knows how deeply angry he would be if she wants them to make the move. For when they can be together, she doesn't want anything to interfere with that. Behlül had a plan for them to get away together, she was completely ready for that. Being with Adnan for much longer would make her insane because of the bruises on her body. Finally, being in the Range Rover was a dream to be so close to her love. "This is really happening I am truly so happy I am happy to meet your family it doesn't bother me who they are I won't be afraid. They are a part of you, they will see our love and devotion to each other. Don't you think so? I hope to meet them all. They sound very powerful I've seen that in your love." Just from the fact that he went to such lengths to get her free from Adnan, her heart truly is only Behlul. "I don't see you as a cult Selune sounds so remarkable for all she does for all of you. I am completely in for meeting them all. Yes, I do believe in monsters, but to me they aren't beasts." Hearing what he said about who he was, she leaned close to him for a moment and smiled at him. "Love that does not surprise me at all, it does not shock me, I know there are others in the world. All of them are not just a myth like most think it is. I do believe you love me. I am not afraid in the least; I love you for being who you are." She is so looking forward to meeting his family, hearing about them was something she wanted to hear. Since she never had a family, not really, just her sister. It seemed to go so quickly for her in her life. She is so proud to be with her true love, the only one in her heart and soul. She was feeling a bit sleepy on the time getting there she did manage a bit of sleep on and off. She smiled and looked at him. "Thank you Behlul for being you, the love of my life and for telling me about. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hO2DIuJc27k Posted by Bihter Kosem ~ E + Loves her Soul Mate Behlul Kivanc on Mon Feb 03, 2025, 02:02 [Reply to this]

	Dark Prince Kendrik Adan Branch Triplet to Morrison and Malka M+L Kelesa Belle Disciples Of The Moon's Tear	"Broken Glass And Bloodstains: Revolting Memories" Blog Location:https://www.realmroleplay.com/view_blog.php?id=0000000943 Disclaimer: This storyline has sexual triggers within it. If you are triggered by it, please click the X and remove it from your stream. This is for your protection and would never want anyone to have triggers. "Revolting Memories" Kendrik was on his way to Morrison's. His heart felt heavy as he drove his 68 Camaro up the back roads to the Palace. All of this pain that Adnan had caused, so many. Kendrik wondered just how many were there? Blood tears welled in his eyes as a melancholy song began to play on Pandora. As he drove his mind was not on driving nor where he was going. He began to have disturbing flashbacks. Kendrik pulled the car over, feeling a myriad of emotions, he could no longer drive. He sat along the roadside. He could hear voices in his head. "I will cut it off Boy, if you tell. This is our little secret. Go on and play, leave me at once." It was Uncle Adnan's voice he was hearing. Kendrik's face was covered in the blood tears he had shed. He could hear his little sister Malka laughing. She was singing and having a tea party with her baby dolls. She would speak for them. Kendrik managed to release a slight smile. The Laughter that resonged in his mind then turned to screams and cries. It was Malka, she was once again being raped by his uncle Adnan. He could see in his mind, himself covering his ears. "I'll cut it off Boy, if you tell anyone. I'll cut it off Boy......" Kendrik then saw himself running to find Morrison. He had to tell someone. He had to tell what Adnan was doing to Malka. He knew, however guilt pierced his heart, because he never found the guts to speak up. He was too afraid of Adnan's threats. Kendrik got it together. He needed to man up. He was needed at home. He began to drive along the winding road that led up to the palace. He wiped his face clean. Kendrik didn't want to appear weak to anyone. He knew Malka was returning. Now, was the time to say something. He would feel out the aura of the room before he would speak up, he decided. The palace back entrance gate was opened. Thank God, he thought he was in no mood for Morrison's damned Circles. He parked his vehicle. then walked towards the gate. There in Morrison's arms was Malka. Kendrik held out his arms and motioned for her to come to him. "Oh Malka, Come here. You look so beautiful, Sis. How are you doing? It has been forever since we last saw one another. You just look fabulous. I love you, Sis." He took her into a brotherly love embrace. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8Wvl5gbScc&t=253s Posted by Dark Prince Kendrik Adan Branch Triplet to Morrison and Malka M+L Kelesa Belle Disciples Of The Moon's Tear on Sat Feb 01, 2025, 13:02 [Reply to this]

	Malka Kamila Branch {mystifying Beauty} {Seduction Witch}{Dark Lady} {Triplet to Morrison and Kendrik}{ Disciple's Of The Moons Tear}	Broken Glass and bloodstains: Static Screams {Branch Storyline} Disclaimer: This storyline may have sexual triggers within it. If you are triggered by it, please click the X and remove it from your stream. This is for your protection and would never want anyone to have triggers. Furthermore, the part of Antigone mentioned or played within this is allowed due to myself being her. Blog Location:https://www.realmroleplay.com/view_blog.php?id=0000000943 Distant memories mixing with the picture before her eyes. Sounds, sights, and smells that filled her as if she was being pulled into the past and the present. Malka never thought she would ever step back into the Branch lands let alone on the Branch estates. Healing at times also can never be returned to a place that caused a great trauma upon one’s brain. It was not that she did not miss her family well that what she could remember. But it was she who wanted to protect herself, however, in the back of her mind Malka knew that protection can also be fighting. Even with Antigone’s warnings about going back or seeing her triplets or siblings; Malka still wanted to go ahead and handle the unfinished. She looked around for a moment as to gather her thoughts before a familiar voice filled her mind. Malka turned her body slowly towards the voice and widened her eyes. It had been a very long time since she had seen her brother Morrison. Shame began to fill her very soul as she his voice clear as day. The Dark-Haired Beauty knew nothing was her fault nor anyone’s fault other than her uncle’s, yet shame is a funny thing. It has no care if you are a victim or perpetrator. For a moment she did not say anything in return as she gathered her thoughts. Malka always loved her triplet brothers and wanted always to make them proud. The Branch family was at one time a closely tied group of children. “Shall see you then.” Malka replied in a clam tone and knowing that a reunion would soon happen did give Malka a sense of relief. The Branch lady was sure that there would be many questions and some she could not answer due to the spell upon her. Even if she wanted to answer some, Malka could not answer all or pain great would happen to her mind. Though with a great understanding everything would be worth it. Every family has that black sheep or the one that stands out against the others. There are even some families that have one that harms the rest of them for whatever sick reason. Pain: A jolt of pain within her very mind began to build up as floods of memories attempted to come in. She knew it would possibly happen upon stepping foot on her homeland and hearing her brother’s voice. Malka closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head trying to get the jolting and almost ripping sensation. “Bunun bir olasılık olduğunu biliyordun kuzen. Uyarılmıştın. Zihninizde meydana gelen her türlü kırılma sizin suçunuzdur.” (You knew this was a possibility, cousin. You were warned. Whatever breakage upon your mind that happens is on you). Malka heard Antigone speak through her mind. Due to the mind spell, they had that connection. Antigone was not trying to sound cold, but she had warned Malka a head of time what could happen. Malka had made up her mind before stepping out of Turkey. It was a risk but one that had to be taken. “Biliyorum kuzen ama bunun olması gerekiyor. Hiçbir şey geçmişi değiştiremez ancak hangi nedenle olursa olsun bunu yapmak zorundayım. Acı verici olsa bile.” (I'm aware cousin, but this has to happen. Nothing can change the past however for whatever reason I must do this. Even if it is painful). Malka replied to Antigone quickly in Turkish and through her mind. Back to reality: Slowly Malka came back to reality and pushed through the pain that felt like her mind was ripping apart. She had to focus and do what needed to be done even if that meant breaking that spell and risking a shattering to her mind. A true shattering of the mind had yet to happen and could always, yet that was a risk that everyone would take in one way or another. Everything would have to play out like it was being done on a large chess board, and everyone had their on pieces to play. Malka knew nothing could change the past even if she did not remember everything. However, the future was not even written yet and could still be shifted for the better. Feeling tears build in her eyes and she did not know why at the time. She shook her head shaking away the tears until she felt the presence of her brother. She turned around to see Morrison as he wrapped his arms around her. Malka did the same hugging her brother. She smiled a little, “I went there yeah. She kind of took me in a way.” She took a moment to talk after replying to the first bit. “Our Uncle well. I don’t remember everything, but our Uncle Adnan needs to be finished for this living world.” She said tears forming in her eyes once more. “I can’t explain it, but it just has to happen.” Posted by Malka Kamila Branch {mystifying Beauty} {Seduction Witch}{Dark Lady} {Triplet to Morrison and Kendrik}{ Disciple's Of The Moons Tear} on Tue Jan 21, 2025, 01:01 [Reply to this]

	High Priest Morrison Jaxx Branch Triplet to Kendrik and Malka, Married To My True Love, High Priestess Katerina Branch *Prince Of Chaos* Necromancer* Disciples Of The Moon's Tear	Broken Glass And Bloodstains: A Brothers Regrets. (Branch Storyline) Blog Location:https://www.realmroleplay.com/view_blog.php?id=0000000943 Disclaimer: This storyline may have sexual triggers within it. If you are triggered by it, please click the X and remove it from your stream. This is for your protection and would never want anyone to have triggers. "A Brothers Regrets" Morrison Could hear a haunting voice call out to him. So familiar yet distinct with a Turkish accent. "Antigone, Is that you?" He shook his head no. "Antigone has been away for a very long time, why would she be here? She plain outright would not come here without a letter announcing her arrival. Think Morrison. Who is that? M... Mal... Malka... Is that you?" He knew the voice that resonated in his head. It was indeed Malka. Her voice sounded so different. Where has she been all this time? Was Malka in Turkey this entire time, since he last saw her? So young and fragile, his baby sister left at the age of fifteen. Kendrik and Morrison could no longer feel her presence. That was so long ago. Too long. Now waves of her radiance, played like a symphony in his mind. "Indeed it is Malka" Morrison said aloud, "Yes. I will meet you there." Morrison knew this was a delicate situation. Why would she go to Antigone, to Turkey? Whom was she trying to escape? Why did she run? A myriad of things coursed through Morrison's mind, as he walked towards the palace doors. He was drawn back into the past in his memories as he approached her. Perhaps this was something sinister. Did what Behlul had ranted about, also affect their beloved sister? Adnan? Morrison thought of him. Oh how he loathed that man. Their Uncle Adnan did not deserve to live. The things he did to Bihter.... Morrison paused. Oh Hell No! If Adnan had laid his hands upon Malka, all hell was going to break loose. Morrison glanced off in the distance. He saw his triplet sister Malka. "I'm not even going to ask her. I know. I remember that night. With clarity. Adnan had indeed assaulted his own child niece. How many had he done this to?" Morrison could hear the screaming of the lambs, inside of his darkened memories. He did not protect her, as a brother should have. He frowned. Disgusted with himself and his actions back then. Not coming to Malka's rescue? What a disgrace, of a brother I am. He thought to himself. I'm not going to bring it up to her. If she needs to talk about it, she will tell me herself. How unfair. The cards, some are dealt with... He shook his head. Blood tears welled in his eyes. They were both tears of happiness and despair. He would not let Malka see him crying. He composed himself. Placing a smile upon his lips, wearing it like a clown's mask. He knew he could do this... Approach her without mentioning it? But How? Morrison was an expert in hiding his feelings from others, a trait he had mastered a very long time ago. Bihter and Behlul were en route to the palace. After what Adnan had done to his wife Bihter. Their aunt. And Malka too? Whom would break their silence? All of Adnan's victims. How many were there? Morrison was disgusted. For a moment, he was glad that their eldest brother Behlul was returning. All of those years Behlul had spent pining after his aunt Bihter. Morrison now realized, that Behlul had left to protect her. Morrison's anger towards Behlul vanished in his mind. He was right in doing so. I was wrong... in not protecting my own baby sister, from that monster Adnan. Morrison got closer to Malka, His heart filled with so much emotion. He wrapped his arms around her in a delicate embrace. "Welcome Home Malka. You sound just like Antigone. Is that where you went? Did you go to Turkey? I'm so happy to have you home. Now whats this unfinished business, we need to attend to?" He knew... but he wouldn't utter a word about it. Not a single word... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTUlg__sVYo Posted by High Priest Morrison Jaxx Branch Triplet to Kendrik and Malka, Married To My True Love, High Priestess Katerina Branch *Prince Of Chaos* Necromancer* Disciples Of The Moon's Tear on Fri Jan 10, 2025, 14:01 [Reply to this]

	Malka Kamila Branch {mystifying Beauty} {Seduction Witch}{Dark Lady} {Triplet to Morrison and Kendrik}{ Disciple's Of The Moons Tear}	Broken Glass and bloodstains: If walls could speak and circles scream{Branch Storyline} Blog Location:https://www.realmroleplay.com/view_blog.php?id=0000000943 Disclaimer: This storyline may have triggers within it. If you are triggered by it please click the X and remove it from your stream. This is for your protection and would never want anyone to have triggers. Part 1:The Past: healing memory loss: Conversations and memory loss Some memories are not even worth remembering. Those that leave a tragic mark on one’s mind are some memories that one should push away. After having left her family and fleeing from her uncle, Malka was not the same person. After some time with her distant cousin, Malka was able to talk Antigone into giving her a mind spell that would take away her memories. “Non scis hoc aliquid leviter ducere, consanguinee?” (You know this is not something to take lightly, cousin?) Antigone would often state, but Malka would simply nod knowing the truth. The mind was not something anyone should try to mess with, but Malka just wanted to feel normal. The Dark-Haired beauty was tired of having nightmares or not being able to sleep. She was tired and drained of having to look over her shoulder in fear. She always feared that her uncle was right around the corner waiting to grab her and pull her into the darkness. She was tired of having to scream from the terrors of the memories. After seeing how much pain that Malka was going through, Antigone finally decided to put the spell upon her mind. The Spell: To have one’s mind completely broken and taped up together once again is an understatement. Malka’s mind as Antigone said the spell, “Aufer memoriam quae supersunt doloris. Auunculi stulte memoriam aufer. Malka ex animo omnia aerumna oblivio. Memorias frange vento, et obstrue a reverti. Nam si quis recordationem eius facere temptaverit, mentem eius in mush convertat.” (Remove memories that left pain. Remove memories of the foolish uncle. Obliviate all painful things from Malka's mind. Shatter the memories to the wind and block them from returning. For if one attempts to make her remember may her mind turn into mush.) Latin would always be spoken when it came to spells and hexes, Malka such but never though that Antigone’s words were going to be so clear. As each word left Antigone’s mouth and as her cousin kept repeating them, Malka could feel her mind breaking apart. Her head felt like it was being cut open while she was still awake. Her very memories were being scrambled around and vision formed in her mind only to appear to be melting away. Her screams filled halls of the Tenebris estate and many of the servants thought that the screams could be heard from even pass the barrier. “Sultana, ona yardım edelim mi?” (Sultana, should we help her)? Sümbül Ağa, asked with a worried tone in his voice. Antigone looked at him for a moment as she grabbed a knife on the table and sliced upon her own flesh on her right palm. She flung her blood in the pentagram that was engraved on the ground which Malka sat in the middle of, “Ona yardım eden yok. Artık kendine yardım etmesi gerekiyor. Bu süreçten geçmeli ve unutmak istediği şeyleri ortadan kaldırmalıdır. Büyü benim payımdı ve korumanın kanıydı.” (There is no helping her. She must help herself now. She must go through the process and remove what she wishes to forget. The spell was my part and the blood of protection). Antigone stated in her Ancient Roman accent (Italian), but with Turkish words. With each vision of a past memory, Malka removed more and more. Every time her uncle touched her even if it was a little grab at her arm. Everything she did not wish to remember. Malka began to take away more than anyone would think to become a basic person again. She needed to live and breathe once more like any normal person. Sure, she would have scars, but the memory of them would be no more. Once she finished removing all that she wanted, Malka’s mind became one again. The memories removed or pushed back into the back of her mind and only the basics to survive were left. She felt all of this as her mind started to form back to normal and her breathing went back to normal. Perhaps, it was the wrong choice, but the choice was made and there would be no going back. Part 2: Returning home fully. Reaching the Circles of Avidity, Malka became slightly colder in personality. She had gone through every other circle with ease but something different with this one set her off. She walked through it slowly and in the shadows hiding her presence. The link between her triplet brothers (Morrison and Kendrik) as well as herself had been made new. There was no turning back now that it had been linked once more. The Dark Lady did not know how her triplet brothers would have felt after her leaving nor her other siblings. She had to do what she did for her own protection, after all she was a young teen. Faintly, Malka could hear a familiar voice in the back of her mind. Once again, her mind felt like it was splitting at the seams, however, she pushed forward. “It is me, Morrison. It has been a long time. Will meet you at the front of the estate.” Pushing forward stilling hiding where she really was, Malka made it through all the circles feeling slightly more drained than she had before. It had been a while since the Branch lady had been through the circles. Once she loved going through them with ease but now there was a shift within her very soul going through them. A test one could say of how strong she had become which was after all what trauma could do to a person. Malka had a choice to become broken forever or change to become stronger than before and not just physically. Seeing the large walls of the estate coming into her view as she made it through the last of the circles brought some pain into Malka’s mind. She did not know why, yet there was a jabbing pain in her mind as she saw the familiar walls. She could hear and even see herself as a young child into young teen run around them. She could hear what happiness was around and within them, but beyond that Malka was numb to them. Why was she returning after all these years? She was healed, however, her mind still felt not fully hole. The Dark-Haired Beauty felt as if she had been drawn there to finish some unfinished business. Walking closer, Malka could feel the slight tug on the link that had been broken long ago become whole once more. Her mind felt like it was splitting apart and thankfully for her there had yet to be no painful memories. The feeling of all the individual presences of her siblings flew at her all at once. The very ground held within it the spiritual presence of the Branch family extending so far back that it could knock one on the ground. Taking a deep breath, Malka leaned up against the wall as two guards blocked her way. “Lady Branch?” one said with a surprise look upon their face. “Yes.” She said coldly. “Come out come out wherever you are Morrison or Kendrik.” She stated with a slight thick European accent mixed with a Turkish one due to her staying with Antigone for so long. “We have unfinished business to attend to.” Posted by Malka Kamila Branch {mystifying Beauty} {Seduction Witch}{Dark Lady} {Triplet to Morrison and Kendrik}{ Disciple's Of The Moons Tear} on Thu Jan 09, 2025, 22:01 [Reply to this]

	Dark Prince Kendrik Adan Branch Triplet to Morrison and Malka M+L Kelesa Belle Disciples Of The Moon's Tear	"The Call" Broken Glass And Bloodstains {Branch Storyline} Kendrik was lounging upon his couch watching TV, then his phone rang. "God, whom is it, at this hour? Damned telemarketers, I'll give them an ass reaming that will make them wish they worked someplace else." He looked at the screen on his cell. Morrison Branch is what it read. "Wonder what he wants, this better be worth making me miss the end of my show." Before the call went to voice mail, Kendrik answered. "To what, do I deserve this pleasure, Morrison? He listened to Morrison rant for a few minutes. "Behlul, what is he coming home for?" Kendrik listened to Morrison speak. "Well you know he is our brother; I do love him, but dammit, he could have told us in person that he was leaving to chase after Bihter." "Morrison, let him come back. He left for good reason. We all know Uncle Adnan can be a bit rough with his women. I know that's why he left, to protect Bihter from that asshole. Don't be too awful to him Morrison. Is Adnan dead? God I hope so." He listened to Morrison on the other end of the call. "No? Not dead huh? I wonder how he got Bihter out of the mansion?" "Have you heard from Malka? It has been so long since we have seen her. You know many nights, I heard things coming from her bedroom. I guess I was too afraid to go investigate. I've been having memories, Morrison. Memories about Malka. I now know what the noises were. I know, Uncle Adnan was in there. I should have come and got you. We were all so little then. What would you have done? It's not as if you were big enough or strong enough, to take Adnan on." Morrison continued talking to Kendrik. "Dammit. if only I was older than five, I would have killed Adnan myself. I know you would have too. But we were young and helpless. I have been hearing Malka in my dreams, nightmares more like it. Every night, it is as if she is calling out to me for help. I know what he did to her. I know you do too. I feel Malka coming closer. I can hear her. I haven't been able to for years. But now I do. I can hear her thoughts. She is coming home." "As far as Behlul is concerned, let him be. He must have good reason to return, after all of these years. Is Bihter with him? She has to be, I know he would not leave her side, for a second. Something must have happened to Bihter. What did Adnan do to her?" He listened intently to Morrison. "Her neck, Adnan attacked Bihter? You do know we are are going to have to come together as brothers, to rid the world of Adnan Branch, after all. And that includes Behlul. Morrison, I know you are a grudge holder. But now, is not the time. Behlul is our brother, we will need his help. If for nothing else, for Bihter's mind so she can be free of Adnan." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6jzwRGEUSU Posted by Dark Prince Kendrik Adan Branch Triplet to Morrison and Malka M+L Kelesa Belle Disciples Of The Moon's Tear on Mon Dec 23, 2024, 14:12 [Reply to this]

	Goddess Selune{goddess of the moon in the Faerûnian pantheon} { Disciple's Of The Moon's Tear }	Broken Glass and bloodstains: The Goddess was forced to watch {Branch Storyline} Blog Location:https://www.realmroleplay.com/view_blog.php?id=0000000943 Set up: Being a deity comes with a great deal of responsibility and at times the deity cannot always protect their worshiper. This twist of fate can even go for the one that many call the “one true God” which those who call themselves Christian: worship or any other religion. It is the task that many deities face when having to watch from above their worshipers’ lives play out. Goddess Selune knew this to be true in many ways. She knew that a life of immortality and responsibility comes with a high weight to them. She wore that crown with pride and did all she could to protect all who follow her. Selune knew that she had a temper and liked things to be a certain way, however, sometimes things shift that must be dealt with. A deity does not like to see their followers suffer, yet at times they must allow hard/painful things to happen. This is not to say that they have turned their back on their followers who go through trying times; only that they want to see them grow. Pain forms growth and freedom that many do not wish to ever learn. Selune was not a fully judgement type of Goddess, but one that allows things to take their proper course. This is especially done when someone has gotten harmed. She took the whole, “hurt or kill one’s family than it is the family who shall deal with it.” It may seem like a harsh way to follow, but in the end everything gets handled. She heard the scream and terror from the one named Malka Branch, whose uncle attempted to do something most dreadful. It made her stomach sick, having to watch as day by day the uncle tried more and more things upon the young one. “I want to handle it. It would be easy for me to do so.” She often said out loud to her main priestess. This priestess was not one that dealt with mortals or any worshipers. No, this priestess was only in charge of handling the needs of the Goddess. “You know by your own rules, you can not do such.” The priestess stated with a calm tone in her voice. Selune was known for having a slight temper, but the high priestess was able to always keep the temper from storming. Selune sighed knowing that the words were the truth, and she was bound to not doing anything that would change any form of fate. She did not want the fates to come after her. It was not that she feared them, but simply did not want the headache. Having to hear the screams and pleads of Malka did tug at her heart strings. Along with any of those whom Adnan had harmed. That man made Selune want to cut his string of life, yet she could not. Too much would change if she stepped in to anyone crying out due to Adnan’s harm. Present: Selune sat upon her throne that was filled with moonlight and looked down upon a pool that was just a few inches from the throne. The pool was filled with moonlit water and showed every single follower of Selune. It was her way to keep up with everyone as well as the world. As she looked down into the pool a voice began to fill her ears. “Who could that be?” the priestess asked as she poured the moonlit water into the large pool. The water was from the sacrifices done under the moon which gave the power of the pool. The voice grew louder in the Goddess’ ears. It was the eldest Branch sibling whose words filled her ears. “Do some seem to forget the old ways?” Selune asked her priestess, who simply just shrugged her shoulders. Many had turned their backs from the old ways, but the moon deity hoped that at least there would still be those truly faithful to them. She sighed as she stood up off her throne and walked down to the pool. “Behlul speaks wise words and perhaps we should help them in their request for revenge? After all, far too long have I sat back and allowed their uncle to have no consequences.” She spoke with a heavy tone in her voice as she went deeper into the pool. “What will you do?” the priestess asked with a slight worried tone in her voice. “Soon all will be made known including my presence.” She replied with anger filling her voice as her eyes began to turn black. Without another word, Selune dipped under the water allowing herself to be consumed by the moonlight and water. As she did this light within the mortal realm began to fill the sky in an unnatural way. Bright blue light in the middle of the day, which though it was uncalled for was a sign for all who followed her that something was about to shift in the favor of those harmed by the one named Adnan. “Your time is up. Though I can not touch your string of life. Family shall cut it in one swift movement.” Posted by Goddess Selune{goddess of the moon in the Faerûnian pantheon} { Disciple's Of The Moon's Tear } on Wed Nov 20, 2024, 02:11 [Reply to this]

	Behlül Kivanc Branch ~Disciples Of The Moon's Tear~ The Eldest Son E+L _ Obsessed With Bihter	"The Return, A Long Way Home" Behlul had asked Bihter to gather all of the things she wanted to possess then place them in the corridor. While Bihter and Adnan were sleeping Behlul loaded up their possessions into the Range Rover. He wandered around the mansion to double check the place. He wanted to make sure nothing that Bihter could want, was left behind. He was displeased that Bihter had to spend one more night in Adnan's bedroom, but what could he do. He had planned their escape for weeks and today would be the day they would finally be free of Adnan. In the kitchen, Behlul made some coffee, slipping a shot of scotch inside of his cup he ran his fingers through his hair. He drank the cup of coffee quickly; then had another, of course, infused with Scotch. He heard a door shutting, from down the hallway. He stood there wondering whom he would be facing this morning. Would it be his uncle Adnan or would it be Bihter? He hoped Bihter had awaken and gotten ready for the day, that she would be the one to greet him in the kitchen. His plans would be in place perfectly, if that were the case. In a lavish crimson dress, a primped up Bihter, appeared. Behlul sighed a sense of relief. He was not in the mood for the likes of Adnan. He summoned Bihter to have a quick cup of coffee, then he asked if there was anything left in the estate that she wanted to bring with her. They would not be coming back. Bihter looked lovely as always; beautifully dressed, her tresses tossled up upon her head, and that light red shade of lipstick, that he loved so much. How stunning she looked this morning. He grabbed her hand, then asked her "Anything else?" Bihter pointed to a box by the doorway. Behlul told her it was time to go before that prick of a husband of hers, woke up. Behlul grabbed the box. they exited the mansion. "Whats in here Bihter? It is awful heavy? She smiled at him and exclaimed it was just things she had forgotten. Behlul sat the box down beside the passenger side of the Range Rover then he unlocked the door. He helped Bihter into her seat, then placed the box in the rear compartment of the truck. Behlul got into the vehicle then turned the key in the starter. They drove away from the mansion quickly, so they would not get caught. As they got on the interstate, Behlul began to speak of home. Things Bihter was not aware of, that he wanted her to know. Bihter had heard some of the names he would be mentioning, but knew little about them. It had been Nine years since he left home, to be where Bihter was. He had gone there because he knew what kind of a man his Uncle Adnan truly was. A Monster. He pushed the call button on the steering wheel and said aloud "Call Morrison" the truck said "Calling Morrison." After a few rings Behlul heard his younger brother answer. "It's Behlul, Morrison. We are on our way home. It will take hours before we arrive. I just wanted you to know, we had departed and we're on our way." Morrison's voice was loud and beligerent as usual. Bihter looked surprised just hearing the tone of Morrison's voice inside of the quiet vehicle. Behlul listened as his brother spoke, he then answered what Morrison had asked him. "Not yet, dear brother. Uncle Adnan is still very much alive. I couldn't and wouldn't, leave you out of the fun. You and that labyrinth of horrors of yours, is precisely where I want him to come. To the Circles of Avidity." He looked at Bihter. He knew she had no clue what they were speaking about. Behlul held his finger in the air, as to let Bihter know he would tell her in a minute, when he was through talking to his little brother. Behlul finished his call with Morrison, then looked at Bihter. "I suppose you want to know what that was all about? My Brother has a labyrinth of circles in his domain, they are sort of Like Dante's Inferno. The are constructed as a trap. Once inside, unless you know the secret ways out, you will perish. It will be your biggest sin, that will get you in the end. My guess, is Adnan will die in the circle of carnality, lust... Bihter." "Morrison's wife Carli, is very beautiful and a powerful witch. She may come in useful to us, in luring Adnan there. Morrison, also has a gorgeous, knockout friend, named Katerina. Maybe the two of them, can help get Adnan, to where we want him. Their beauty, will be his downfall. He will follow, I'm sure. I just have to ask Morrison what he thinks of the idea. He is very protective of those two. But they are the exact things, we need to lure Adnan to his death. I shall discuss it with Morrison upon our arrival." He looked at Bihter, "I do not want you afraid. My family is not at all what you are expecting. I myself, have held secrets from you, about my own abilities. We belong to "The Disciples Of The Moon's Tear". Some call us a cult. I assure you, we are not any such thing. We worship Selune, the Moon Goddess, she graces us with health, wealth and basically anything we desire. She will have to accept you Bihter. Selune is very real. You will meet with her, but you cannot, show any fear. For If you do, she will strike you down." Behlul looked down, then back at Bihter. "I myself, the Eldest son, will be judged by her. Whether or not that I am worthy of her. Worthy of living upon her lands. I left there, without a word. I am certain, I am not in her good graces. My judgement may be harsh, I am not for certain. No one had ever left, like I did. I do not know my fate. I will find out soon though. That is for certain. Afraid, am I? A little... She can be quite wicked. I disgraced her; by leaving, without telling her why I was, or where, I was going. I shall pay for that. Indeed, I shall. Selune, does not play fair. My demise could happen at any moment, while I am being judged by her." Hours had passed since leaving the mansion. Behlul was quite certain Adnan was awake now and searching for them. They stopped for fuel. Once the truck was full, Behlul paid the attendant, then they were once again on their way towards his rightful home. "Do you believe in monsters, Bihter? Like Dracula, witches and warlocks? They exist Bihter. They are indeed, real. I myself, am one. I am a vampire and a powerful Warlock. I can raise the dead, Bihter. I never turned you, because I didn't want you to know what I was. Now you know. These things are very real. I am taking you to my home, Where the dead speak... My flower." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euMFRyGpnd0 Posted by Behlül Kivanc Branch ~Disciples Of The Moon's Tear~ The Eldest Son E+L _ Obsessed With Bihter on Tue Oct 15, 2024, 14:10 [Reply to this]

	Elianna Amber Branch *Branch Sibling Of Many!*Disciples Of The Moon's Tear*	Broken Glass and bloodstains: Letting The Truth Be Known {Branch Storyline} Elianna has been away from the family for a little awhile, she just wanted to take time and travel to the places she always heard of. She was the quiet one in the family, knowing there had been more added. She felt a bit of a castaway, it was something she always wanted to do was to see the world. Many of the places she saw had very accepting and great people there when others did not. It made her feel this was a dream she to have fulfilled, and it was to her satisfaction. Even having gotten a few trinkets just for remembrance of her trips it was so amazing for her. She felt completely rested and even somewhat healed from what happened to her back home. Traveling back to her home to see her family again. Many flashes went through her mind of the attack. Whether or not to tell her family is debatable, not sure how they would react. If you were even pointless to say anything, what if her attacker had gotten away? What if it was somebody the family knew it was all going through her mind to fast at this point. Still having the bruises from the night, she was able to cover them it would have been too much for her. Having to explain to people about her bruises, especially her family, she has a feeling that something is going on with her family now. She was glad she was able to take a private plane home at m nights when she rested, she needed up screaming at times. on a plane with lots of people would make her uncomfortable. She has missed living at home and the terrible attack that happened to her and needed time away to process it all. Her vacation was a peaceful one for her to reflect on so many things that had gone on in her life. Having missed her family very much and is hoping they will welcome her back with open arms, she is still in much pain from her attacker. Her leaving was a very silent act on her part, not telling anyone in the family her plans. She is still scared in some way to go back home. She thought she could have a longer vacation. She wasn't gone that long, though the memories of that night are still fresh, and so are her wounds. Even though she was gone for only a couple of months she had missed them all. She was frightened in some ways to be on her own. The plane was comfortable and peaceful for her, she moved the seat back a little and watched the clouds moving past the window. She had a sudden memory of the night she was attacked, it only bits of it that she remembered. She saw the man attacking her, grabbing her and pulling her down, she screamed as loud as she could. The man slapped her to shut her up, he grabbed her arms, holding her down. She had the bruises on her body to prove it, the man was strong, as if he was on a mission. He slapped her many more times, ripped her clothes off, it was then that he took her in the worst way possible. Feeling his body on her was the worst thing she ever felt in her life. It was the worst possible crime a man could ever do to a woman. Still, she could feel his hands all over her and smell his breath, of liquor. Hearing a man, say in a deep voice is more in likely to cover his own voice. He held a knife to her throat. "If you tell anyone I swear you'll regret it I'll do even worse things to you." The man left her stranded her, cloths were torn and bruises on her body. She cried and felt like she couldn't stop crying knowing she had to get away for a couple of months. Her body was cold and trembling, she was able to get some of her clothes back on. Thankfully was able to get home without being seen that horrific night, is why she left that night. She needed time away to settle her nerves and that vision that would be in her mind for life. Still, she couldn't stay away from her family for too long, so she had a couple of months to recover her nerves. The real question was she, tells her family or would they already know. Finally, she arrived home after hours it seemed like on the plane, she wanted to experience all of her time away. Her nerves were more settled as her mind was getting clearer about that night. Remembering now the man who attacked her, knowing that might have been some kind of change in the family. She was not sure how her mind was now sure if she should tell her family or not. Not being sure on the reactions of the entire family, it was still fresh in her memory of that night. Being held down and being taken advantage of in the very worst act of violence she will never ever forget. Knowing she had to let Morrison know yet how to tell him, the pain still fresh on her body and in her mind. Posted by Elianna Amber Branch *Branch Sibling Of Many!*Disciples Of The Moon's Tear* on Wed Sep 11, 2024, 21:09 [Reply to this]

	High Priest Morrison Jaxx Branch Triplet to Kendrik and Malka, Married To My True Love, High Priestess Katerina Branch *Prince Of Chaos* Necromancer* Disciples Of The Moon's Tear	Morrison was in his throne room, he was in a partically foul mood. This was typical for him. His cell phone rang, he rolled his eyes then looked at the number. It was Behlul. Morrison hadn't heard from him since he took off to pursue Bihter. Morrison knew Behlul was living in his Uncle Adnan's mansion. Morrison knew why. It wasnt out of love or admiration for Adnan. Morrison had been in love with Bihter, Adnans wife for years. It still disgusted him that Morrison was at Adnan's home. Bihter or otherwise. He answered his cell. "Long time no hear. How are you Behlul brother?" He listened to what Behlul was rambling about intently. "So have you left there for good? He did what to Bihter?" Morrison continued to explain their situation. "I see, so Adnan has left marks upon her neck?" Behlul explained everything including Adnan taking advantage of Bihter when ever he got in the mood. That she had been mentally and physically abused by Adnan even raped by him, when ever his needs needed fulfilled. "So are you coming home finally, It's about time Behlul. I shall see you when you arrive, Bye now." Morrison had a feeling things were not right in the kingdom. He called Kendrik. "Hello Brother, Behlul is on his way back. This should be interesting. I am still pissed off that he left. I mean, I get it, but he should have been back years ago. He and Bihter, Adnan's wife are enroute now. It will take them a couple of days to reach the kingdom. I want you here, when he arrives to help keep me calm. How many years has it been now? It almost feels like he abandoned us. Our own oldest brother just up and left to go after Bihter. Don't get me wrong I love Bihter. She didn't deserve what Adnan did. Back to Behlul, He never even said goodbye, just a piss poor assed note, was all I ever saw. Did he tell you he was leaving? Get here ASAP. I know this reunion, will start off rocky. I need you here, to calm me down." Morrison said goodbye then hung up the phone. The Branch Kingdom was a busy place Morrison had tons of family, Morrison wondered where his triplet sister Malka had gone to. She didn't leave a note either. Just one night out of the blue, she up an disappeared. Whom was behind her dissapperence? Morrison had no idea. Perhaps Kendrik, could shed some light on it all. He and Malka were inseperable. Morrison was the oldest of the three triplets. He was busy building the Gardens Of Tranquilty, when Malka disappeared. Morrison overlooked the gardens, he was proud of what he had built for Carli. He didn't take her there often enough. Soon, he would take her there. His mind was now on more important business. The gardens would have to wait. For now anyway. With Behlul and Bihter coming he had to ready himself he had many questions for Behlul. Some Morrison knew Behlul wouldn't like, but they were ones that needed answered. He decided to go down to the Circles of Avidity, just to check on things. They usual moans and cries of suffering could be heard. They resonged like a melody in his head. How delightful, he thought to himself. The circles are serving their purpose. Morrison knew the shortcuts to get through the circles unscathed. He walked towards the entrance. He could hear the faint sounds of a voice calling to him. Was it Malka? He had lost his mind connection to her, years ago. He never knew why, just one day all of a sudden, it stopped. He couldn't communicate with her any longer. The voice sounded like Malka's. He listened closely, to see if he could hear the voice again. He yelled out, "Malka is that you? Come here to me, if that is you. I long to see you. It has been so long. Please baby sister, I mean you no harm. The circles are no place for you. If you are here, show yourself, then we will go to the Mansion." Posted by High Priest Morrison Jaxx Branch Triplet to Kendrik and Malka, Married To My True Love, High Priestess Katerina Branch *Prince Of Chaos* Necromancer* Disciples Of The Moon's Tear on Mon Aug 12, 2024, 20:08 [Reply to this]

	Behlül Kivanc Branch ~Disciples Of The Moon's Tear~ The Eldest Son E+L _ Obsessed With Bihter	Many years ago Behlul had left his past with The Disciples Of The Moon's Tear behind. Behlul and his brother Morrison had had a huge falling out. Morrison's ways didnt sit well with Behlul. It had been many years since he had been home to the Branch Kingdom. Was it possible for Behlul to make ammends with Morrison? He was unsure of that. Behlul saw Morrison, as a very evil person. It was not in Behlul's ways to be such a person like his little brother Morrison was. He missed the Branch family like crazy. Would they accept him or see him as the brother whom abandoned them? Only time would tell. For he would venture back that way, soon to make ammends with all of them. It was worth a try. Although, Morrison was bullheaded, Behlul thought perhaps maybe they could let by gones be by gone. He had left the Disciples to follow Bihter Branch. He had always had strong feelings for her. He decided to move in with the uncle he couldn't stand Adnan Branch, just to watch over Bihter. He had been in love with Bihter since they were younger. Bihter never really showed interest in Behlul back then. She was snooty and very popular in school. Behlul didnt care. He felt obligated to protect her. That was the only reason why he agreed to move in with Adnan. He couldn't stand Adnan. He never really could put a finger on why. He just knew Adnan wasn't a stand up gentleman. Adnan was no gentleman at all. He was ruthless and came off as somewhat of a prick, even to his own family. The day Adnan married Bihter, was a very detremental day for Behlul. He couldn't understand, what Bihter saw in Adnan. Perhaps Adnan, had turned on some sense of false charm. Perhaps it was the spoiling he did for her. What Bihter wanted, Bihter got. Behlul knew she was was being fooled by Adnan. What did she see in him? He was much older than her. Not attractive in the least. He had a mealy disposition to him. Perhaps, it was all an act, when it came to Bihter. Maybe Adnan was good at hiding his true self from her. Behlul was no fool. He knew presicely what Adnan was. Soon very soon, he would see just how right his intuitions were regarding his uncle Adnan. Behlul had been noticing Bihter spending more time in her room. Even at meal time she was not present at the table. What was going on here? Behlul thought perhaps Adnan had her locked up in there. Behlul decided one night to treat Adnan to an expensive bottle of Scotch. He watched Adnan go into his study then shut the door. Adnan couldn't drink without drinking every last drop. Behlul had spiked the bottle with a tranquilzer hoping soon Adnan would pass out. He had to find Bihter and see what was going on. Behlul hadn't seen Bihter in over a week. His concern was elevated he needed to find her. He wanted to know where she was and how she was. He waited almost two hours then approached the study door. He listened closely. There were sounds of snoring coming from inside of the study. This was his chance to search the estate for Bihter. He went to her room then lightly knocked upon her door. He could hear sobbing coming from behind the door. "Bihter is that you? It's me Behlul please let me in. She informed him the door was locked from the outside. This enraged Behlul. He rammed into the locked door with his shoulder then broke it open. He quickly ran to Bihter. He noticed something off about her. That million dollar smile of hers, was not present. She looked as if she had been an emotional wreck for days. Usually, Bihter dressed to the nines. Everything matched from head to toe. Behlul noticed she was adorning a scarf that clashed with her outfit. Behlul sat along side her upon the bed. He tilted his head and softly said "Bihter what is going on? Why are you locked in here? What did Adnan do to you? You look like a mess. How long has it been since you have fixed your beautiful tresses? How many days have you been stuck in here? Adnan did this didn't he? He locked you in here didn't he? Why Bihter? Did you mouth off to him or disobey him? Why are you locked up in here? I haven't seen you in over a week. Has it been that long since he put you in here?" He moved over to the bed then sat along side of Bihter. "Adnan is drugged, I did it myself. I set him up with a bottle of Scotch laced with a tranquilizer. It just you and me here now. Please tell me what is going on. He listened to Bihter speak about years of torment. Physical abuse. Mental abuse and worst of all sexual abuse. Bihter was in tears getting it all off of her chest. Behlul was becoming enraged as she spoke about the awful things his uncle had inflicted on her. "Bihter whats with the scarf? That is something you wouldn't be caught dead in. Show me what you are hiding." Bihter loosened the scarf. her neck was bruised by blunt force trauma. "My god did he try to kill you are those his marks around your neck? I am so sorry darling that he lay his hands on you." Behlul wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes. "It is time to get out of here. Would you come with me? I need to go home to the Branch Kingdom. I have ammends there to fix. I need to show your neck to Morrison. The prick deserves to die Bihter. Do you have feelings for me as I do you? We must hurry, I want you to go downthen get in the Range Rover. I will pack your things. Move now before he awakens. If he does wake up I can handle him. What I cannot and will not handle is him inflicting abuse upon you. Go now. I shall pack your things. I know what you like to wear. I will only be a few minutes. Get out of here, while you still have the chance. I need to go home. I have an awful feeling something is not right there. It has plagued me for weeks now. I'm not sure what is a miss, but something is majorly wrong at home. I have to go there, and see for myself." Posted by Behlül Kivanc Branch ~Disciples Of The Moon's Tear~ The Eldest Son E+L _ Obsessed With Bihter on Sun Aug 11, 2024, 16:08 [Reply to this]

	Behlül Kivanc Branch ~Disciples Of The Moon's Tear~ The Eldest Son E+L _ Obsessed With Bihter	Many years ago Behlul had left his past with The Disciples Of The Moon's Tear behind. Behlul and his brother Morrison had had a huge falling out. Morrison's ways didnt sit well with Behlul. It had been many years since he had been home to the Branch Kingdom. Was it possible for Behlul to make ammends with Morrison? He was unsure of that. Behlul saw Morrison, as a very evil person. It was not in Behlul's ways to be such a person like his little brother Morrison was. He missed the Branch family like crazy. Would they accept him or see him as the brother whom abandoned them? Only time would tell. For he would venture back that way, soon to make ammends with all of them. It was worth a try. Although, Morrison was bullheaded, Behlul thought perhaps maybe they could let by gones be by gone. He had left the Disciples to follow Bihter Branch. He had always had strong feelings for her. He decided to move in with the uncle he couldn't stand Adnan Branch, just to watch over Bihter. He had been in love with Bihter since they were younger. Bihter never really showed interest in Behlul back then. She was snooty and very popular in school. Behlul didnt care. He felt obligated to protect her. That was the only reason why he agreed to move in with Adnan. He couldn't stand Adnan. He never really could put a finger on why. He just knew Adnan wasn't a stand up gentleman. Adnan was no gentleman at all. He was ruthless and came off as somewhat of a prick, even to his own family. The day Adnan married Bihter, was a very detremental day for Behlul. He couldn't understand, what Bihter saw in Adnan. Perhaps Adnan, had turned on some sense of false charm. Perhaps it was the spoiling he did for her. What Bihter wanted, Bihter got. Behlul knew she was was being fooled by Adnan. What did she see in him? He was much older than her. Not attractive in the least. He had a mealy disposition to him. Perhaps, it was all an act, when it came to Bihter. Maybe Adnan was good at hiding his true self from her. Behlul was no fool. He knew presicely what Adnan was. Soon very soon, he would see just how right his intuitions were regarding his uncle Adnan. Behlul had been noticing Bihter spending more time in her room. Even at meal time she was not present at the table. What was going on here? Behlul thought perhaps Adnan had her locked up in there. Behlul decided one night to treat Adnan to an expensive bottle of Scotch. He watched Adnan go into his study then shut the door. Adnan couldn't drink without drinking every last drop. Behlul had spiked the bottle with a tranquilzer hoping soon Adnan would pass out. He had to find Bihter and see what was going on. Behlul hadn't seen Bihter in over a week. His concern was elevated he needed to find her. He wanted to know where she was and how she was. He waited almost two hours then approached the study door. He listened closely. There were sounds of snoring coming from inside of the study. This was his chance to search the estate for Bihter. He went to her room then lightly knocked upon her door. He could hear sobbing coming from behind the door. "Bihter is that you? It's me Behlul please let me in. She informed him the door was locked from the outside. This enraged Behlul. He rammed into the locked door with his shoulder then broke it open. He quickly ran to Bihter. He noticed something off about her. That million dollar smile of hers, was not present. She looked as if she had been an emotional wreck for days. Usually, Bihter dressed to the nines. Everything matched from head to toe. Behlul noticed she was adorning a scarf that clashed with her outfit. Behlul sat along side her upon the bed. He tilted his head and softly said "Bihter what is going on? Why are you locked in here? What did Adnan do to you? You look like a mess. How long has it been since you have fixed your beautiful tresses? How many days have you been stuck in here? Adnan did this didn't he? He locked you in here didn't he? Why Bihter? Did you mouth off to him or disobey him? Why are you locked up in here? I haven't seen you in over a week. Has it been that long since he put you in here?" He moved over to the bed then sat along side of Bihter. "Adnan is drugged, I did it myself. I set him up with a bottle of Scotch laced with a tranquilizer. It just you and me here now. Please tell me what is going on. He listened to Bihter speak about years of torment. Physical abuse. Mental abuse and worst of all sexual abuse. Bihter was in tears getting it all off of her chest. Behlul was becoming enraged as she spoke about the awful things his uncle had inflicted on her. "Bihter whats with the scarf? That is something you wouldn't be caught dead in. Show me what you are hiding." Bihter loosened the scarf. her neck was bruised by blunt force trauma. "My god did he try to kill you are those his marks around your neck? I am so sorry darling that he lay his hands on you." Behlul wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes. "It is time to get out of here. Would you come with me? I need to go home to the Branch Kingdom. I have ammends there to fix. I need to show your neck to Morrison. The prick deserves to die Bihter. Do you have feelings for me as I do you? We must hurry, I want you to go downthen get in the Range Rover. I will pack your things. Move now before he awakens. If he does wake up I can handle him. What I cannot and will not handle is him inflicting abuse upon you. Go now. I shall pack your things. I know what you like to wear. I will only be a few minutes. Get out of here, while you still have the chance. I need to go home. I have an awful feeling something is not right there. It has plagued me for weeks now. I'm not sure what is a miss, but something is majorly wrong at home. I have to go there, and see for myself." Posted by Behlül Kivanc Branch ~Disciples Of The Moon's Tear~ The Eldest Son E+L _ Obsessed With Bihter on Sun Aug 11, 2024, 16:08 [Reply to this]

	Bihter Kosem ~ E + Loves her Soul Mate Behlul Kivanc	The Truth Is Told: Bihter's Reply Bihter has always been a strong woman, not afraid to say what was on her mind, being able to take care of herself. She lived to be that way direct no matter what was bad in her life knowing exactly what that was. Her life felt like it was controlled by her husband who she truly hated coming home to. Her, feelings were for another that she finally admitted to Behlul after years of being stuck in a horrible marriage with his Uncle Adnan. He was rude and always took from her in many different ways that were so despicable of him. The only time she felt at peace was times she’d been locked in her room. It was heaven to her. it was the only place she could escape to and have her thoughts of Behlul. That always filled her heart and made her smile more than anything. Their friendship at first wasn't the best, she knew how she would treat Behlul, she regrets it now that he is her true love. Always she, has been a bit standoffish towards him, at first it was an act she had to her, hated being cruel to him. When she married his Uncle Adnan, it made things worse for her with getting secret meetings with Behlul. She wanted more time with her love and wanted to open up more to him. They have gotten closer. That to her meant everything in the world to her she kept secrets from him about his uncle Adnan. Her mind and heart were wanting to tell Behlul everything of how Uncle Adnan really was. Even though there was no real family between the two she didn't want Behlul to feel bad for her. It certainly wasn't his fault; it was his uncle’s Adnans fault for how her husband treated her. The only time she had any kind of peace was when her Adnan locked her in her room for the night to her it was a breath of fresh air. That was the only time she didn't get roughed up by Adnan in so many different ways. Not just by hitting her, but the things Adnan said to her, basically saying she was a human piece of trash. The argument from her to him was, "Why did you marry me then for me to be your just to be your hitting target." She feared the nights she had to be in the same room with Adnan when truly she has only one true love Behlul. She always loved Behlul since she was married and couldn't show it. It has always broken her heart she always has him in her very being a place she can think about him. One night she was locked in her room after being terrified, hurt and beaten by Adnan and worst this was to her was a sin. She was desperately trying a way to get a hold of Behlul without her husband finding out. The feeling was both in her body and in her mind. She could no longer stand being married to Behlul’s uncle. It was so wrong in every complete way to be Adnan she isn't even sure on a stressing probability. The fact that he could have done this to another woman, it breaks her heart to think that could have happened. Now she made it a mission to get to Behlul and tell him everything she has gone through with his uncle finding out. Knowing she had to tell Behlul and be honest with everything, yet she knew how much this would hurt him as well. By knowing how badly she was treated in her marriage to Adnan. Her mind kept wondering why on earth of all people she had to be married to a man so violent. At first, he wasn't he was a very quiet person towards her, that was alright. Then it came to him, locking her in her room. She was angry at first, but it was truly the most peaceful place for her to be. Her mind was set on thinking where and how to tell Behlul, everything his uncle did. Still wondering who else he hurt, she is terrified to even try to figure that out. The truth is finally revealed: Finally, she had a moment that worked for her and Behlul to be alone it took a bit of time. Having to find the right place where they would not get caught together. Adnan's reaction to that would have been more violent than she ever saw in his uncle. She had to be very careful and think only thing is, she thought of was for them to drive to a quiet place with no one around. They did finally get in his car, and they drove to a forest that was further out of town, no one ever was around this place. They got from the car she, went close to him and kissed him so deeply "No one will see that I had to bring you here Behlul, I need to open up about a lot of terrible things. Yes, it is about your Uncle Adnan." She held his hand they we, near a secluded place, she couldn’t help to kiss him again. "I do love you Behlul, in my very soul. I hope what I tell you won't change your feelings about me. "She looked into his eyes, their love had grown strong every moment she felt them closer and wanting them to be together. Her time with his uncle felt as if it had damaged her in some way. With Behlul, by her side now she feels so much stronger always he gives he the love she needs. Just as she would give to him, everything that he deserves, she was trying to get up the courage to tell him everything. She held his hand in her hands she looked into his eye. “I have to tell you Behlul, there are things that your uncle has done to me over the years. At first, he was alright but as the years went on, he got more demanding, and he started to literally hurt me. In other words, he took out his rages moods out on me." She let go of his hand, she got up and turned around and lifted her shirt a bit. Letting him see the deep bruises on her back that were from the current date to earlier times. She let him see all the bruises on her back she the sleeves of her shirt shot the deep bruises and scars from his beatings. She sat back down; she had tears in his eyes, her fingers sliding softly along his face. "He always did worse things to me, taking me when I didn't want him to and calling me a worthless piece of garbage. I can still feel him holding me down as he took what he wanted.” She removed her bracelets letting him see her bruised wrist. The many years of abuse that I had to deal with was not just the beatings, the name calling. He really made me feel like trash the worst part, I thought after all his raging. That it would affect us Behlul, I can't stay with him any longer it is you I want to be with. I just feel like I am damaged goods, he took from me unforgivable acts, things that a man should never force a woman to give them. I know you know what I mean by that. It took all I had inside me to tell you and show you all of this love. I want to be as far away from Adnan as I can and be with you." She sat back down, and she knew in her very being that this was the right thing to tell him. The whole time they were together that moment she kept adjusting her scarf she wore. Not realizing it had, not matched, her clothes. She was hiding something she knew would anger Behlul even more. It was the worst thing his Uncle Adnan had ever done to her, not wanting Behlul to see the deep marks. v Posted by Bihter Kosem ~ E + Loves her Soul Mate Behlul Kivanc on Sun Aug 11, 2024, 00:08 [Reply to this]

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