[center][sup][h1][color=black]Tiffany Graves [/color]
[color=8F2845]Tiffany Graves[/color][/h1][/sup]
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[sup][color=A9A9A9][center]Dredged up from the black, the vision swirls into focus, bringing with it an [abbr= Your result was a 10. On a 10+, you get a detailed vision of something bad that is yet to happen. You take +1 forward to prevent it coming true, and mark experience if you stop it.]abnormal clarity.[/abbr][/center]

A tree sits isolated in a dark space. Embedded by its branches is a woman, still breathing, blood crawling from her wounds and down its trunk. Figures from the darkness emerge and prostrate before the tree, bowing out of rhythm, their bark-laden and gnarled bodies twisting in the scarce light. Smears of dried blood grace their jaws, a sign of feeding, yet they don't seem keen to eat the prey before them. As the woman's blood courses in stray rivers over the stains of other life, it reaches the bottom of the tree, curls over a root strong enough to pierce through stone, and out of sight.

Tiffany watches Stone's Throw from the air, a silent observer. The fringes of her vision separate the colors, distort slightly, and she witnesses—in all too instant a fashion—the obliteration of six square miles of land. Buildings erupt, their rubble cast skyward. The very ground cracks, sinks, is thrown in all directions, as massive roots spring forth like worms breaching the surface. They seek life everywhere, finding the distracted and scared and impaling their bodies clean through with wooden spikes. The screams of the tree's victims are drowned out by the sheer volume of destruction, the town sinking into the newly-formed crater that appears to grow.

In the center, rising from the depths of ruin, the tree ascends, its body increasing in size. Golden leaves enlarge upon gargantuan branches. A mile high, the tree comes to a stop, towering over chaos and death. Suddenly, silence. Tiffany listens to the breeze passing through the leaves of the forest below, a new greater being having joined their ranks.

And then, a dust-like cloud forms from the branches of the great tree and is carried by the wind, heading westward.
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[sup][color=A9A9A9][color=7D7080][center][h3][sup]"the GIRL is human...[/sup][/h3][/center]

What hope does the girl have in preventing the inevitable? It desires destruction. It desires the chaos. The girl cannot hope to stop what comes. The girl will need its strength."[/color][/color][/sup]