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Ink On Your Soul - Reboot (Members Needed!)

@KahleenCuthald Thank you But believe me, a person is her/his own worst critic Even though I write and rewrite until I feel good about what I've written, reading it I still think it's not up to snuff.

I like your posts just fine. Better even

The Sunday Group

@Penny Doctors are the worst patients... Always self-medicating Anyways, have some positive vibes from me. My aunt was a doctor and just listening to her tell stories makes my hair straighten up in horror. And to think she wanted me to take up after her. I faint at the sight of blood

The Sunday Group

@Naril *crosses fingers* I'm sure she's fine, but just in case, I'll send some positive vibes her way, since I still have some left over from my trip to Ireland

The Sunday Group

Panic appears 16 days MIA from the site though...

Ink On Your Soul - Reboot (Members Needed!)

@KahleenCuthald As annoying and stresfull as something like this can be, I find that I often write some of my best stuff at times when I'm forsed to write something a second time. Of couse it won't be the same. Writing is a creative effort for a reason. But since it is, in my oppinion, a certain feeling that we strive to transmit, it will still come accross even if we use different words the second time around. So I try to view occurances like that as a blessing in disguise.

Ink On Your Soul - Reboot (Members Needed!)

Sara walked slowly, singing her song to the forest. She already felt rejuvenated, the often drab sensation of being among humans for extended periods of time was dulled to a bearable minimum. Not that Nik hated humans. Not any more, at least. There was a time, the samovila remembered, but that time had gone and she'd learned to distinguish between the humans deserving of her friendship and grace, and those that were not. Sara loved her human friends. Like Joyce. Humans were fascinating, intricate creatures that more often than not didn't know themselves very well. Which was why, in Nik's opinion, they fought amongst each other so much.

Of course self-improvement and soul-searching was something that even vilas did. Otherwise Nik would still be in the throes of blind rage, directed at the humans who butchered the forests and killed trees indiscriminately. Sara always tried to search within herself first for answers and solutions to problems. Immortal as she was she knew that personal growth was indispensable, if she were to survive eternity with her mind intact.

As Sara was walking and singing, tending to the forest's needs, she felt a strong pull towards something. Or maybe someone. She wasn't sure. But she felt helpless to obey the urge and answered the call. Slowly she followed the strand of essence she felt drawn to. She was so in tune with nature, the forest and its inhabitants, her voice soring high and far, that she didn't even register the increased pain and burning in her wrist.

Nik kept following the mysterious call, her pulse quickening and her heart beginning to hammer excitedly in her chest. Her nostrils flared and her song became slow, husky and almost sensual. She didn't notice the change, nor did she pay any mind to her now throbbing and aching wrist. She was so focused on the ethereal presence that was like nothing she'd ever felt in any of the planet's forests, that she'd tuned out almost everything else.

Suddenly she stopped, eyes wild, chest rising fast in labored breaths, and her singing came to a gradual whispering stop. The sensations in her wrist made themselves known with a vengeance. Sara raised it and stared at the tattoo, glowing wildly and pulsing with a constant, almost crippling pain. Nik had no idea what it meant. It had never done this before, and nothing in her research explained these sensations. She looked at the appendage as if it was not hers, but a foreign entity. And then she felt it again. The presence. Dizzyingly stronger than before. She felt lightheaded, stumbled a bit and stretched out a hand to the nearest tree for support.

As soon as her palm made contact with the bark of the tree her being was filled with it. The elusive, mysterious presence. She gasped, or moaned, or both. She placed her other palm on the tree and this time did moan. I've never felt a connection like that with a tree before. It's almost as if it's... Nik looked slowly up, eyes searching for something that should not have been there. When her gaze fell on the woman, tucked between the branches of the tree, she inhaled sharply.

"Who..." She stumbled back, unable to finish her question. The situation so surreal even her supernatural brain had problems dealing with it.

@KahleenCuthald

Humanity's Last Army

So... Are we taking a brake, or...?

Mass Effect: Andromeda

For some reason I can't get into this like I thought I would. I'm really sorry. Feel free to use my pathfinder team as NPCs or if someone wants to claim them as PCs. Have fun! Again, I'm sorry.

Welcome to The Condor! (Always Accepting)

Well, that's a shame... I never even got to use Dillon. Welp, I guess she'll go in the archive and maybe get repurposed *sigh* I'll be signing out as well. All the best.

Epic City: Starburst

I'm having the hardest time getting my next post going And I'm back at work come Monday... Argh!