They say that Alice had come from dust. An upstart socialite, who appeared one day to high society, like she was born from the ether itself.
They say that she is a social climber, always after a higher position. It's to be expected from an Arriviste such as her though- she managed to raise themselves from the dregs of the city into importance, and doesn't know to stop.
They say that the Mysz is harmless. Her ambitions for power and stature are an impossible summit for anyone to climb, and she will fall into place eventually.
Alice isn't born from dust. She was born from embers. A maid girl who managed to drag herself into power, trained in the game by observing them- day after day, feast after feast. Every snide remark, every ounce of power held over people whos' names aren't backed in gold lit something inside of her. And those embers are still smoldering.
She isn't a social climber- not in the traditional sense. Power and status are tools to be used, not an end to themselves. Alice climbs through the game because she has to. She isn't one of them. She despises them, every single time she is forced to smile and play polite, every time she has to wear that mask that has bound itself so tightly to her that she can no longer take it off.
The Mysz is anything but harmless to them. And her ambitions are more obtainable then anyone knows.
Alice will burn the city down in order to save it.
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Hopefully you enjoy the little story, its certainly the most I ever put down to ink on Alice and who she is, at least here. This picture actually started as a play off of a pun, "Mysz with a Mauser", which I think you can guess contextually what those words mean. Eventually it expanded from just a joke concept into a fairly larger piece.
Thank you to LNL so much for doing this wonderful piece.
They say that she is a social climber, always after a higher position. It's to be expected from an Arriviste such as her though- she managed to raise themselves from the dregs of the city into importance, and doesn't know to stop.
They say that the Mysz is harmless. Her ambitions for power and stature are an impossible summit for anyone to climb, and she will fall into place eventually.
Alice isn't born from dust. She was born from embers. A maid girl who managed to drag herself into power, trained in the game by observing them- day after day, feast after feast. Every snide remark, every ounce of power held over people whos' names aren't backed in gold lit something inside of her. And those embers are still smoldering.
She isn't a social climber- not in the traditional sense. Power and status are tools to be used, not an end to themselves. Alice climbs through the game because she has to. She isn't one of them. She despises them, every single time she is forced to smile and play polite, every time she has to wear that mask that has bound itself so tightly to her that she can no longer take it off.
The Mysz is anything but harmless to them. And her ambitions are more obtainable then anyone knows.
Alice will burn the city down in order to save it.
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Hopefully you enjoy the little story, its certainly the most I ever put down to ink on Alice and who she is, at least here. This picture actually started as a play off of a pun, "Mysz with a Mauser", which I think you can guess contextually what those words mean. Eventually it expanded from just a joke concept into a fairly larger piece.
Thank you to LNL so much for doing this wonderful piece.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Mouse
Gender Female
Size 1280 x 720px
File Size 121.7 kB
nothing quite more convincing in a social situation quite like a handgun :p
Jokes aside this is a beautiful piece of work and beautifully written.
Jokes aside this is a beautiful piece of work and beautifully written.
Chilling read, thanks for sharing ♡. The artists post originally caught my eye, and I'm very glad I stopped to read your description!
Love the play on words.
Love the play on words.
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