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Ink On Your Soul - Reboot (Members Needed!)

@KahleenCuthald No worries There's no rush. Have fun with your friends

Ink On Your Soul - Reboot (Members Needed!)

_{{Nonsence, its perfect :) @KahleenCuthald}}

Sara had selected her camping spot carefully. It was deep enough in the part of the park that was an animal reserve and where humans didn't venture, unless they were part of the staff. And Sara knew how to avoid them. She'd put up a tent though she didn't really need any of her camping gear. It was more for pretense, a front for her colleagues and in case someone did stumble upon her camping sight. As a vila, she was one with the forest and any leaving creature of the forest. They would not attack her. Not even the predators. They wouldn't dare. She was far more powerful than they could ever be. Of course, she would never harm them. They were all her brothers and sisters in a way. And the trees. The trees were life! She needed their presence and their energy. Not to take. But to share, to merge.

Sara shrugged off her sweater and tank top in one movement, remaining only in her boots, pants and bra. An ethereal looking tattoo adorned her whole back. The three-tier dreamcatcher appeared to be suspended on something within the roots of the hair on her nape. Its three rings decreasing in diameter the closer they came to her lower back stood dead center on either side of Sara's spine. The delicate spiderwebs filling the circumference of the rings looked almost real, almost as if you were to touch them, theywould spring up or down depending on the pressure exerted. Falcon feathers were suspended here and there on strings, hanging from the three rings. The tattoo seemed so lifelike. And then as if actually coming to life it began to move and shift with the unleashing of Sara's true samovila form. Her wings emerged at such a speed as if they were never hidden but were always there in the open for every lining creature to admire. Sara shook them out with a soft sigh. She couldn't risk spreading them and actually taking flight. Phelam park might be the biggest park in New York, but it was still a city park. And Nik only risked flying in secluded wild forests.

She started to walk slowly between the trees, gently grazing the tips of her fingers over their rough barks. Her breath hitched at the first transfer of energy. Hers to the trees and vice versa. Her pupils dilated and her nostrils flared in pleasure. Nik continued walking slowly among the trees giving energy and taking it in. This continued for half an hour or so when a sudden feeling in her wrist distracted her from her tending to the trees. She looked at it annoyed at the offending sensation. It was like a soft throbbing that was dissonant with her heartbeat. Which is why it was so distracting. She inspected the mystical tattoo she'd woken up with one morning. Sara was still researching what it could be all about. She knew she hadn't had it done, because she was very responsible with the ink she got. Every one of her tattoos was well planned, researched and deeply personal. This... this name, stamped on her wrist was not of her doing. And now it was pulsing and glowing ever so slightly and there was a light burning sensation to boot.

Nik clenched her hand in a fist in an effort to chase away the sensation and tried to reestablish her connection with the trees. She inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, spread out her arms, her wings trembled and Sara began to sing. A wave of energy began transmitting in waves in every direction touching all living things. Trees, animals, critters. Any and all were touched by the song of the samovila!

Ink On Your Soul - Reboot (Members Needed!)

And there we go, my introduction post is up

@KahleenCuthald Yes, that's right. Not let's see how exactly that will come about *grin*

Ink On Your Soul - Reboot (Members Needed!)

Sara woke up slowly luxuriating in the knowing that she was as of today officially on leave from work. She had two whole weeks for herself. Not that what she did could be categorized as work as far as she was concerned.

As a samovila she needed to be close to nature and forests in particular. But with the passing of time people became more and more connected between each other and more and more disconnected from nature. Sara was forced to adapt to that way of living as she wanted to survive, but she'd learned to compromise. Since she needed work and money to survive in this modern day and age, she found work that was still close to nature. Unfortunately she could not escape the human element. And since vila's were solitary creatures by nature, socializing with people always wore her down.

Which was why she needed her downtime from work as a wilderness guide and park ranger at the Pelham Bay Park. She served mostly as a guide, but she was also officially employed as a park ranger as well.

Sara got out of her bed and slowly began going through her morning routine. The little girls room came first. Than the bathroom to wash her hands, teeth and face. Than a bowl of cereal and milk to get the metabolism working. A quick shower and than she started getting dressed for her morning run. Her running outfit consisted of a simple black sports bra, loose flannel board shorts and her Vibram fivefingers. Sure they looked goofy, but she wouldn't run in anything else on her feet. As for the shorts. Well, she never got into all this Lycra hype. Yoga pants, leggings, jeggings, spandex, blargh! No! Give me a pair of loose shorts, a tight sports bra and comfortable shoes. Why would people wear those elastic clothes is beyond me!?! They were good only for two things in her opinion. Gawking and ogling! And sure, she was guilty of both on occasion. She was only human after all! Yes, okay, maybe not human, but still she was not made of stone. And those damnable clothes did outline the human form in a rather fetching way.

Sara shook her head to clear it from those thoughts. She secured her Vibrams, tied her shorts, adjusted her sports bra, strapped her phone to her biceps and put on her wireless headphones. She never ran without music. She selected her Celtic Woman spotify playlist, pressed 'shuffle and play', grabbed her keys and a small backpack and stepped out of her apartment, located in a small condominium in the Phelam Gardens. She usually ran the one point five miles to work every day and took a longer shower at the park's Nature Center which housed the offices of the park rangers as well. The ranger facilities had small locker rooms for the men and the women with a couple of showers.

Sara put on her sun glasses, tightened the straps of her backpack and set off. She started at a slow jog, as a way of warming up. When she felt her muscles had had time to properly warm up, she increased her pace. Her Vibramed feet slapping gently against the paved sidewalk. Whit her headphones on and the angelic voices of Celtic Woman permeating her consciousness she was effectively cut off from the outside world. The only thing she knew in this moment was her slightly labored breathing and the cadence of her running steps. The rhythm of it all was calming, soothing. Second to her native Slavic music and rhythms she preferred only the Celtic music. Nothing else could put her in that almost transcendent state of mind.

Before she knew it she'd reached the rangers' station. All too soon and at the same time not soon enough. She couldn't wait to collect her gear, which she'd stowed at the station the day before, and get lost in the deeper parts of Phelam Bay Park. She needed to get away from the crowds, be one with nature for a while. Reconnect!

She greeted absentmindedly a couple of her colleagues on her way into the rangers' station. The were all used to her often vacant greetings. They knew that when the forests called to her, she had a one track mind. A tunnel vision of sorts. So they did not take offence. Sara entered the small locker room, stripped, showered good and long, then proceeded to dress in her most comfortable trekking clothes. She checked and rechecked her gear, shouldered her huge rucksack and made her way out of the station, bidding goodbye to her fellow coworkers in the same manner as she'd greeted them.

"Have a good one, Nik!" Joyce, one of Sara's closest friends on the job, yelled after the departing wilderness guide.

Sara turned and graced Joyce with a rare smile, reserved for the people from her inner circle. "Thanks, J-girl, I plan to." She winked at her friend, turned and walked away.

Ink On Your Soul - Reboot (Members Needed!)

@KahleenCuthald Yup, I'm home. I had fun, yes Dublin is an adorable city. I especially liked Newgrange. That place is out of this world!

I've been actually mulling over my post. Since I'm not that familiar with the States, having never been, I've been researching where best to insert Kosara. I want her to be near a big park or natural reserve of sorts, her being what she is, she'll need a forest near her. I think I'm decided on Pelham Bay Park and even chose a neighborhood for her. Now all that is left is for me to actually write up my post

The Sunday Group

If you haven't been to Newgrange and you have a chance to go, you should! I just wish I could have entered on my one. And not with all the other tourists. Those ancient builders sure knew what they were doing... Supposedly without even having discovered the wheel yet *eye roll*

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Posted. Sorry for the delay, but I had to get myself into the mood >.< I hope it's good enough. If something needs fixing or elaborating, please, tell me

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Zarti stepped forward together with the Captain of the Keelah Si'yah. The aid could not have come in a more opportune moment. And with the added bonus that at least the Hyperion and the Natanus had survived the journey to the Andromeda galaxy. Sadly that could not be said about their original pathfinders if Sara Ryder and Avitus Rix occupied the positions. Still this was good news.

"Pathfinder Ryder, Rix, we are most grateful for your help." Zarti approached the two Pathfinders. "As you can well see we are in dire states." She paused to look about the remains of the enemy that had plagued the survivors of the Keelah Si'yah after it had crash landed on this alien rock of a planet. "Unfortunately we cannot tell you much of our attackers. They come at night when we are most vulnerable. They either don't need sleep or are nocturnal. We had to institute shifts for all combat ready personnel so that the people could get some rest and be of use during a battle."

"As for the state of our ark. I'm sure the Captain is better equipped to answer that question. But I can tell you this much. The Quarian ark was supposed to depart with the rest of the Initiative, but we encountered problems with the life support systems for all the different species we would carry, so we were delayed. We set off as soon as the complications were dealt with. But we were up for a rough awakening. Apparently upon entering Andromeda space our ark encountered this dark energy cloud or something and the Keelah Si'yah crash landed here. Our supplies are running drastically low. Up until now we were unable to explore the planet for possible resupply efforts due to these constant attacks. Moral is low. We feared we were the only ones that made it." Zarti paused to take a breath, her mask's breathing apparatus hissing quietly. "Keelah se'lai, it's good to see you!" She exclaimed and fell silent.

Zarti turned to the Turian Pathfinder. "Yes, it is good to meet a non Quarian dextro." She smiled, but her mask obscured it.

Epic City: Starburst

@Regitnui You're such a junkie It goes without saying there's gonna be mushy stuff

I'm gonna start off with the last of Teagan's testing and the results. And they'll have to celebrate afterwards, of course

Epic City: Starburst

@Old Amsterdam@Regitnui Is two weeks enough for Teagan to have been officially hired by the ECPD, or should I describe in a post her testing and subsequent hiring? So I'll no what exactly to brainstorm for my post?