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Born in 1927 into -the- Rockefeller family (though by her mother's marriage to a distant cousin of the wealthy and well-known dynasty), Darby (Mary Daisy Rockefeller) grew up with a strange juxtaposition of solid middle class home life with her Rockefeller Great Uncle's generous financial subsidies of her private schooling and Finishing School. Used to being the odd one out (due to a significantly lower social status in her home life than among her school peers and extended, famous relatives), she quickly learned to compensate with her genuinely friendly, girl-next-door demeanor and trustworthy friendship. Several friends through the years in the uber-wealthy set included her in family trips and experiences. | Born in 1927 into -the- Rockefeller family (though by her mother's marriage to a distant cousin of the wealthy and well-known dynasty), Darby (Mary Daisy Rockefeller) grew up with a strange juxtaposition of solid middle class home life with her Rockefeller Great Uncle's generous financial subsidies of her private schooling and Finishing School. Used to being the odd one out (due to a significantly lower social status in her home life than among her school peers and extended, famous relatives), she quickly learned to compensate with her genuinely friendly, girl-next-door demeanor and trustworthy friendship. Several friends through the years in the uber-wealthy set included her in family trips and experiences. | ||
− | At age 20, her famous Great-Uncle held a high-society [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/29/e4/6a/29e46a58fb0fe32965534bc088807658.jpg Coming Out Ball] for his distantly related, but favorite niece (then named Mary Daisy Rockefeller). On that night of her birthday and societal 'introduction', the 31st of March, 1947, she was abducted, a Fetch left to live her life, while she was Taken by The Master of the Hunt to serve as servant, revelry companion, and inevitably to be game, | + | At age 20, her famous Great-Uncle held a high-society [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/29/e4/6a/29e46a58fb0fe32965534bc088807658.jpg Coming Out Ball] for his distantly related, but favorite niece (then named Mary Daisy Rockefeller). On that night of her birthday and societal 'introduction', the 31st of March, 1947, she was abducted, a Fetch left to live her life, while she was Taken by [Darbykeeper.jpg The Master of the Hunt] to serve as servant, revelry companion, and inevitably to be game, |
− | + | [http://68.media.tumblr.com/561ea95e703fd6b8b591a78470c39333/tumblr_myglzfZpSr1qbqmaco1_1280.jpg hunted daily] in her Runnerswift form. Think a life similar to those serving the Fae with the Thistledown Hair in the story of 'Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell', adding a recurring punishing, bloody Hunt, servants turned to beasts (some prey, some hounds, some eventually graduating to lesser members of the Hunt itself. Each day, another [http://imgfave.com/view/6261148| Great Hunt]. | |
Eventually an unexpected (and guilt-ridden) [http://nataliadrepina.deviantart.com/art/The-grass-sang-lullabies-to-dead-555951360 escape] returned Mary (now Darby) to 2016. Fortunately for her, she ended up taken in and provided the support and aid of a close-knit, Winter Motley in Maine. She spent the majority of a year with them, earning some Goodwill in the Court. However, she lives in constant, anxious vigilance, certain that her Keeper will successfully, [http://rebloggy.com/post/photography-nature-red-hair-sunset-fairy-tales-sunlight-redhead-antlers-tatiana/67715299311 inevitably] hunt her down again. At one point in early 2017, she was so certain of pending capture, her new 'family' in Maine, sent her to Vermont with letters of introduction for a few members of good standing in the Winter Court there. | Eventually an unexpected (and guilt-ridden) [http://nataliadrepina.deviantart.com/art/The-grass-sang-lullabies-to-dead-555951360 escape] returned Mary (now Darby) to 2016. Fortunately for her, she ended up taken in and provided the support and aid of a close-knit, Winter Motley in Maine. She spent the majority of a year with them, earning some Goodwill in the Court. However, she lives in constant, anxious vigilance, certain that her Keeper will successfully, [http://rebloggy.com/post/photography-nature-red-hair-sunset-fairy-tales-sunlight-redhead-antlers-tatiana/67715299311 inevitably] hunt her down again. At one point in early 2017, she was so certain of pending capture, her new 'family' in Maine, sent her to Vermont with letters of introduction for a few members of good standing in the Winter Court there. | ||
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− | She is marked with tattoos some of which are visible to all, and some only to those with fae-sight. Any who get a glimpse of her inner [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/22/1c/0d/221c0d77e5720cbb9cae58b8b109d228.jpg ankles]; at her inner wrists and the hollow of her throat is a slightly | + | She is marked with tattoos some of which are visible to all, and some only to those with fae-sight. Any who get a glimpse of her inner [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/22/1c/0d/221c0d77e5720cbb9cae58b8b109d228.jpg ankles]; at her inner wrists and the hollow of her throat is a slightly different, stylized tattoo also of another [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/be/13/bf/be13bf1cb7554e4992849fe09ca5a871.jpg arrow]. |
Those with fae-sight may also see some or all of an elaborate tattoo in silvery green from her shoulders down to just above her ankles. Dense, dangerous and thorny foliage that may suggest dense forest or the danger of the Hedge covers all but the arrows and a place high on her back. There, peering through an opening in that tangled, vicious foliage is the head of a doe, eye's aleart, ears wide, and even the almost too-vivid sense of a twitching nose from Darby's Runnerswift form, complete with delicate moonlit coloring. It would take some ignorance not to infer that this doe is hyper-attuned to the inevitable return of the Wild Hunt, senses attuned. One might even imagine with long enough scrutiny the heavy puffs of breath from running. | Those with fae-sight may also see some or all of an elaborate tattoo in silvery green from her shoulders down to just above her ankles. Dense, dangerous and thorny foliage that may suggest dense forest or the danger of the Hedge covers all but the arrows and a place high on her back. There, peering through an opening in that tangled, vicious foliage is the head of a doe, eye's aleart, ears wide, and even the almost too-vivid sense of a twitching nose from Darby's Runnerswift form, complete with delicate moonlit coloring. It would take some ignorance not to infer that this doe is hyper-attuned to the inevitable return of the Wild Hunt, senses attuned. One might even imagine with long enough scrutiny the heavy puffs of breath from running. | ||
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