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Hopefully a Google Doc will work! I have it set to allow anyone with the link to read! The art is in there too! https://docs.google.com/document/d/1U35QDhJ74QbnNS_uw_0zk3IMCaLViKKUzm2GM1C0Sw0/edit

2024-03-05 00:37:59

I hope a Google Docs link is alright: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1hgq2g1TBR9o_Uuacd5maEJCr1Eg_b7rJ2SFm07rQALk/edit?usp=sharing

2024-02-27 17:03:46

*Huddle up closer, everyone. Yes, yes, you lot in the back as well, bring in your kids. This tavern has a place for any and all tonight, kids, adults, genekits and humans alike. Tonight the story is a good one as well, oh yes. I do not believe many of you have heard it. Alright, alright, I see you youngsters are getting impatient already. So let us get right into it. This is a tale of love - no, no moaning. Stick with me, it will be worth it. This is not your usual fairytale about love, you see.* There is a tale of two creatures. To call them genekits would be correct, although they are far from the usual genekits we see in our daily lives. One of them, fabled with the beauty and powers of the northern lights, though with a heart as icy as the highest sky. The other, the softest creature you will ever meet, but with an exterior that does not match; born from hatred, afflicted with the looks of nightmares. Their names? Phione, a guardian of ancient rites and the spirits in the sky, and Natsky, her child, born from Phione’s rage and hatred. The day Phione first saw the shard, she could hardly believe it. In her bitterness, she wanted to destroy it, as she saw - and came to see - Natsky as a reminder of her own pain, and the circumstances she could not control. See, there had been another shard before Natsky - one of seemingly pure starlight. But dark forces shattered it, and in the following storm of Phione’s fury, a new child was born from the darkness and longing that consumed her soul. She could not get herself to shatter the new shard. It felt like torture, watching Natsky grow up, as Phione could only see darkness, as if her eyes were as blind as those of her child, with her multiple eyes, owl-like features, chains protruding from her bones, her limbs slightly distorted. As the child grew, Phione could not help but feel a flicker of maternal instincts within her. Part of her wanted to shield Natsky from the dangers and pains of the world, but felt like she was bound to fail. And as Natsky grew, facing the fear and rejection from others, she began hating herself as well, still yearning for even the smallest gesture of affection from her mother. Every morning, she picked flowers from outside the mountains and brought them over to her mother, so she would wake up to beauty instead of Natsky’s hideousness. One day, Phione picked up the flowers for the first time and froze them so they shimmered eternally. Then, the next time her child slept, she sat down and gently started weaving the flowers into her child’s bones. Perhaps Phione's heart gradually thawed, witnessing Natsky's resilience and innocence, and her gentle spirit. This marked a small shift. They were trying. *Now, prepare yourselves. The story only gets better from here …*

2024-02-27 06:28:02