#Wade Memorial Nature Sanctuary

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Wade Memorial Nature Sanctuary

Saugatuck, Michigan

January 2024

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Wolverine Masterlist

My requests are open - I am no longer accepting requests for headcannons

Main Masterlist

Multiple part Series

Bruised not Broken - Non mutant Cage fighter logan and reader who is a nurse and helps patch him up after his fight - Ongoing

Part 1 Part 2

Apple of his Eye - Biker!logan x Baker! reader. The tough Biker falls for the kind baker who always has a slice of apple pie for him - Ongoing

Part 1 Part 2

The Buddy and Scratch series

- Claws and whiskers - You come home with a cat Claws whiskers and paws - Sequel to claws and whiskers Logan's Soft Spot - Logan didn't notice you coming home cause he was busy playing with the dog

Logan X mother nature

- The hidden Sanctuary - Logan meets a dragon

Wild Interuptions - you try and escape wade for some private time with logan

Oneshots

Just keep trying - the reader is upset with themselves because everything they do or say, even in good fate, turns out wrong or the situation gets worse. Logan knows that they meant well so he tries his best to comfort them.

A Caring Gesture - reader who suffers from iron deficiency like one day reader just faint and it took some time for logan to notice makes him very panicked so since then he started putting more attention to you like reminding you to eat healthy stuffs

A wet mess - After a long trip out you decide to wash Logans bike for him

Laughter at 1 AM - Watching Jenna marble tik toks with Logan

Unspoken Understanding - Logan helping reader with anxiety

Domestic Bliss: A Wade Wilson Retrospective - Logan and readers relationship from wades perspective

Beneath the bruises - Meeting cage fighter logan for the first time

A Heart of Adamantium - Valentines day spent with logan

Purple Claws and Velvet Dreams - Logan catches you singing and dancing to Prince’s "Purple Rain" in your pajamas.

NSFW alphabet

SFW alphabet

The plan - Fake boyfriend trope

When the Sunshine Fades - Grumpy!logan x Sunshine!reader something has been bothering reader or something happened, and because of it, she’s just not acting like herself and Logan starts picking up on it

Dancing in the Kitchen - Dancing in the kitchen to 1950's music with logan

Jeff the land shark - The baby shark taking up all the reader’s attention and just being he’s cutie self while making Logan feel extremely jealous.

Something to keep you safe - When Logan has to leave he leaves you with a certain something to keep you company

A clumsy heart - Logan doesn’t take kindly to someone causing his girl Dumb

Surprises in the bedroom - Logan finds out you collect teddies

Between two worlds - Logan with a significant other that’s basically an oujia board? Like they can talk to dead people, maybe possess people or haunt their dreams

Randonauting with the X-Force - Reader, Logan, Wade, and Mary puppins went randonauting together

Casual Affections - It's hard being in love with a man when his heart is with another

Tipsy Affection - When you have a few too many drinks at the halloween party you can't help but want some attention

Costume Confusion - With not long to go till the halloween party you have to come up with a clear idea for a costume

Halloween Heroes - You get to see a different side to Logan once the kids come out trick or treating

Whispers between worlds - Logan Howlett x gn!reader that has the mutation to summon, speak and communicate with ghosts and the undead

Its in the stars - stargazing with Logan Howlett and GN!Reader

Close enough - Logan with a reader who loves physical touch but is kinda scared to initiate it

Five Times You Were Possessive of Logan, and the One Time He Was Possessive of You

Taking care of Logan

Logan helping you recover after ankle surgery

Logan helps werewolf reader with their first transition

My Kitty Cat - Logan hates his nickname, Well that is what he tells people

Missing Cat - Logan realises who you are after losing his memories

In the Shadows - Logan helps reader who has migraines

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Bonus chapter: Bali vacation

The golden rays of the Bali sun danced across the lush greenery as Yn and Joris stepped out of their dorm in the private villa, greeted by the aroma of exotic flowers and the distant sound of cascading waterfalls. Charles, Alexandra, Andrea, Arthur, and Anthoine were already up, chatting excitedly about the day's plans. She took in the warm breeze, feeling the excitement bubble within her. This vacation was long overdue, especially after Charles' recent success in Australia.

"Bon matin!" She called out with a wide grin, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Good morning, sleepyheads!" Charles replied, her own excitement palpable as she joined the group. "What's on the agenda for today?" She asked her brother while hugging her younger brother and seeing him happy after tough times.

"Today's agenda: waterfall exploration" Charles announced with a grin while having breakfast, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Sounds perfect" Yn replied, matching her brother's enthusiasm. She glanced at Joris, who was already capturing the moment with his camera, a wide smile etched on his face.

Their first stop was Tegenungan Waterfall, its cascading waters a sight to behold. 

“Can you believe we're actually here?" Yn exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she took in the breathtaking scenery

Charles chuckled, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "It's about time we took a break from the fast life, don't you think?"

Joris nodded, his arm wrapped securely around Yn's waist. "Definitely. It's like something out of a dream," Joris murmured, his gaze fixed on the natural wonder before them

Yn nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of serenity wash over her. "Let's take a dip" she suggested, kicking off her shoes and wading into the refreshing waters, as she couldn't resist the urge to dip her toes into the cool pool below, laughter bubbling from her lips as Charles playfully splashed water at her

"Charles, stop!" she giggled, trying to shield herself from the playful assault

"Never!" he declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes

As they dried off and continued their journey, they stumbled upon an elephant sanctuary. Yn's heart swelled with joy as she interacted with the majestic creatures, where they had the opportunity to interact with these majestic creatures up close. Yn couldn't contain her joy as she fed bananas to them and marveled at their intelligence

"This is incredible," she murmured, her eyes shining with wonder

"It's incredible how gentle they are," Alex remarked, her heart swelling with affection for the magnificent animals

Joris captured the moment, his camera clicking away as he immortalized their shared experience. Yn stole a glance at him, a surge of warmth flooding her heart at the sight of her boyfriend capturing memories they would cherish forever

"Isn't this amazing, Jojo?" Yn exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as they passed by colorful stalls selling handmade crafts and aromatic street food

Joris wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his gaze mirroring her awe. "Absolutely stunning, just like you," he whispered, earning a playful nudge from Yn

Later that day, as the sun dipped below the horizon,  laughter echoed from the terrace, where Joris and Anthoine were engaged in a friendly game of table tennis

"Looks like they're having fun," Yn remarked, her gaze drifting to where Alexandra and Andrea were engrossed in conversation by the pool

"They certainly are," Charles agreed, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "It's good to see everyone enjoying themselves”

After a delicious dinner prepared by Andrea and Yn, where she and Andrea bonded over their shared love of cooking, exchanging stories, they found themselves sitting on the terrace, a stack of board games spread out before them

"È così bello cucinare con te, Yn" Andrea said, a smile lighting up her face. (It's so nice cooking with you, Yn)

Yn returned the sentiment, feeling a sense of belonging in Andrea's presence. "Grazie, Andrea. È un piacere" (Thank you, Andrea. It's a pleasure)

"Prepare to lose, little sis," Charles teased, eyeing the Scrabble board with determination.

Yn laughed, shaking her head. "We'll see about that, frère"

As they played, the competitive spirit that ran in the Leclerc blood took over, and soon they were engrossed in a fierce battle of words.

In between rounds, Yn stole glances at her brothers, feeling a surge of affection for them. Despite the pressures of their respective careers, moments like these reminded her of the unbreakable bond they shared.

The following morning, Yn joined Alexandra for a shopping excursion, exploring the vibrant markets and boutique stores that lined the streets of Ubud.

"Tu trouves quelque chose d'intéressant?" Alexandra asked, holding up a delicate handcrafted necklace. (Do you find anything interesting?)

Yn nodded, admiring the intricate design. "Oui, c'est magnifique!" she exclaimed, smiling warmly. (Yes, it's beautiful!)

As they wandered through the bustling streets, Yn couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. In the midst of paradise, surrounded by loved ones, she knew that this vacation in Bali would be a cherished memory for years to come.

Their adventures in the island, led them to vibrant markets, where Yn and Alexandra indulged in a spree of shopping, their laughter ringing through the air as they haggled with vendors over colorful clothes and lots of  souvenirs.

"It's so nice to spend this time with you," Yn smiled, linking arms with Alexandra as they strolled along the bustling streets.

"I couldn't agree more," Alexandra replied, her laughter tinkling like wind chimes in the breeze.

"Tu trouves quelque chose d'intéressant?" Alexandra asked, holding up a delicate handcrafted necklace. (Do you find anything interesting?)

Yn nodded, admiring the intricate design. "Oui, c'est magnifique!" she exclaimed, smiling warmly. (Yes, it's beautiful!)

One evening, Yn and Joris stole away for a romantic dinner in a quaint village restaurant, savoring each moment of solitude amidst the bustling energy of Bali.

Tu es magnifique ce soir" Joris murmured, his eyes sparkling with adoration (You look beautiful tonight)

Yn's cheeks flushed pink as she leaned closer, her heart fluttering at his words. "Merci, mon amour, toi aussi," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips

"Il fait tellement beau ici, n'est-ce pas?" Yn remarked, her eyes sparkling with joy as she savored the flavors of Balinese cuisine. ("It's so beautiful here, isn't it?")

Joris nodded, his gaze softening as he reached across the table to take her hand. "C'est magique, tout comme toi." ("It's magical, just like you.")

As they reached the villa, laughter and chatter greeted them. Charles and Arthur were engaged in a heated game of Monopoly, their competitive spirits evident in every move.

"Ah, look who's finally decided to grace us with their presence," Charles teased, flashing a grin at his sister and Joris.

"Monopoly, encore?" Yn teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. ("Monopoly, again?")

Charles chuckled, exchanging a knowing look with Arthur. "You know you love it, Yn."

"Care to join in?" Arthur asked, gesturing to the board.

Yn chuckled, shaking her head. "Maybe other day. Jojo and I have other plans for the evening."

Joris smirked, wrapping an arm around Yn's waist. "Indeed we do."

Charles and Arthur's expressions shifted from amusement to mock horror in an instant. "Yn!" Charles exclaimed, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Trop d'information!" (Too much information!) and Joris and Yn leave laughing at her brothers antics

Yn, Charles and Arthur also had time to go on a special siblings' day, their bond as strong as ever. They shared stories, laughter, and secrets, relishing the precious moments they spent together.

"Regardez, Yn!" Artie exclaimed, pointing excitedly at a display of souvenirs

Yn smiled, marveling at her brother's enthusiasm. "C'est magnifique, Artie! Let's get one for maman and Lolo, shall we?"

"Tu sais, Artie, peu importe ce qui arrive, nous serons toujours là l'un pour l'autre," Yn said, squeezing his hand reassuringly. (You know, Artie, no matter what happens, we'll always be there for each other.)

Arthur nodded, a grateful smile tugging at his lips. "Merci, Yn. Je ne sais pas ce que je ferais sans toi." (Thank you, Yn. I don't know what I would do without you.)

"Vous êtes les meilleurs frères du monde," Arthur declared, wrapping his arms around Yn and Charles in a tight hug. (You're the best siblings in the world.)

"Et vous, vous êtes les meilleures frère Turtur," Yn replied, pressing a kiss to his forehead. (And you're the best brothers)

Their week was filled with laughter, love, and cherished memories, weaving a tapestry of moments that would forever bind them together as siblings.

Under Anthoine's guidance, Yn delved into the art of photography, discovering a newfound passion for capturing moments frozen in time and she absorbed the wisdom of Anthoine.

"Merci pour ton aide, Anthoine," Yn said, gratitude shining in her eyes. (Thank you for your help, Anthoine.)

Anthoine grinned, his enthusiasm infectious. "De rien, Yn. C'est un plaisir de t'aider." (You're welcome, Yn. It's a pleasure to help you.)

"Patience et passion sont les clés de la photographie," Anthoine explained, his words resonating with Yn as she captured the beauty of Bali through her own lens. (Patience and passion are the keys to photography.)

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Yn couldn't help but feel grateful for the precious time spent with her loved ones in the enchanting paradise of Bali.

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Boac Marinduque Tourist Spots And Religious Practices

Boac is one of the municipalities located on Marinduque Island. This small town sits on the southeastern portion of the province and is best known for its rural charm and scenic landscapes.

The Casa Real used to stand during the Spanish era and then became the Presidency, in this place the revolutionaries including Captain Hermenegildo Flores and Romegio Medina were killed in 1897. Colonel Maximo Abad and Captain H. H. Bandholtz also signed here on the 1st April 25, 1901 the agreement ending the Filipino-American war in Marinduque.

Tourist Spots

Immaculate Conception Cathedral

The Immaculate Conception Cathedral Parish in Boac, Marinduque is a Catholic church established in honor of the Blessed Virgin Mary, who is revered as the immaculate conception free from the stain of original sin. This church is located in Boac, Marinduque, and serves as a center for faith and community service.

As a cathedral, the Immaculate Conception Cathedral Parish is one of the main churches in Marinduque where important Church ceremonies and celebrations take place. It is here that various sacraments of the Church such as baptism, communion, confirmation, marriage, and last rites are celebrated.

Apart from conducting religious activities, this church also serves as a center for spirituality and morality in the community. Its aim is to provide inspiration and guidance to believers in strengthening their faith and trust in God.

Through education, celebration, and service to others, the Immaculate Conception Cathedral Parish in Boac, Marinduque continues to give meaning to the faith of its believers and promotes unity and love within the community.

FALLS

Town of Boac have different falls which are:

Panugduan Falls in Brgy. Bantay,Boac, Marinduque

Travelers are drawn to Panugduan Falls in Bantay, Boac, Marinduque, by its enchanting natural setting and serene environs. This is how this entrancing waterfall is described:

Panugduan Falls:Tucked away in the lush surroundings of Bantay, Boac, Panugduan Falls is a tranquil haven that provides a peaceful diversion from the bustle and clamor of daily existence.

The word "Panugduan" comes from a native phrase meaning "a place for bathing or swimming," which is a reflection of the cool streams that trickle down the rocks. The sound of gushing water becomes more audible as you move closer to Panugduan Falls, leading you through luxuriant foliage and towards this breathtaking natural feature. With its gentle descent, the waterfall forms a lovely curtain of water that shimmers in the sunlight, evoking a mystical atmosphere.hiscnaeati in the nearby woodland. Panugduan Falls, encircled by tall trees and lush vegetation, emanates a feeling of calmness and tranquillity, beckoning guests to fully embrace its splendor and peacefulness. At the base of the falls, a naturally formed pool of cool, clear waters makes for the ideal place to swim, wade, or just unwind and take in the serene surroundings. A hidden gem, Panugduan Falls provides a restorative escape for adventurers, wildlife enthusiasts, and anybody else seeking solace in a pure natural environment. Panugduan Falls offers an unforgettable experience that touches the soul, whether you want to explore the lush surrounds, enjoy a refreshing swim in the crystal-clear waters, or just take in the beauty of the cascade.

Going to Panugduan Falls.Discovering and connecting with nature at Bantay, Boac, Marinduque allows you to enjoy the peace and quiet of the surroundings, take in the breathtaking waterfall, and make lifelong memories in this dreamy region of the world.

Kabugsukan Falls in Brgy. Tugos, Boac,Marinduque

Kabugsukan in Tugos, Boac, Marinduque: A Calm Sanctuary for Adornments in the Wild** For those looking for a tranquil getaway in the middle of nature, Kabugsukan in Tugos, Boac, Marinduque, is a hidden gem just waiting to be discovered. Here's a detailed account of this tranquil spot:

Nature's Bliss:The sound of singing birds, rustling leaves, and the calming sound of flowing river surround you as you make your way towards Kabugsukan. The verdant foliage that envelops the surroundings suggests the immaculate splendor that one might discover at this serene sanctuary.

Enchanting Waterways: Kabugsukan's meandering streams and soft water flows that wind through the lush surrounds are some of its best features. The shimmering sunshine is reflected by the glistening waters, producing a captivating dance of light and shadows that enhancesThe place's aura is heartbreaking.

Canopy of Trees:Tall trees provide a shield above Kabugsukan, offering shade and a private atmosphere that enhances guests' ability to establish a closer connection with the natural world. The crisp air and the clean, earthy aroma of the leaves invigorate the senses and provide a break from the bustle of city life.

Calm Pools: Tucked away between the rocks and trees are serene pools with cold water that beckon you to relax by the edge or take a quick dip. Kabugsukan is a great place to reflect and regenerate because of its gentle cascades, which produce a calming soundtrack that puts you to sleep.

Quiet and Alonetime:Time appears to slow down in Kabugsukan, providingyou to relish the occasion and take in the splendor of the natural environment. Whether you're looking for peace and quiet for introspection or a beautiful setting for strolls, Kabugsukan provides a haven where you may reestablish your connection with the natural world and yourself.

Experience the tranquility and beauty of nature while visiting Kabugsukan in Tugos, Boac, Marinduque. Take in the calm and quiet of a location undisturbed by time. It is a sanctuary for people who find comfort in the embrace of nature, where each leaf, trickle of water, and beam of sunlight softly serves as a reminder of the wonder and magic that envelops us.

Hinulugan Falls in Brgy. Sabong, Boac,Marinduque

A hidden treasure in Sabong, Boac, Marinduque, Hinulugan Falls enthralls tourists with its pristine surroundings and tranquil atmosphere. The following describes this breathtaking waterfall:

Hinulugan Falls:Hidden away in Sabong, Boac's verdant tropical forests, Hinulugan Falls is a sight to behold. The word "Hinulugan" is derived from the Filipino word "hulog," which means to drop or fall. This term describes the cascading waters that elegantly descend over smooth rock formations. The sound of falling water greets you as you approach Hinulugan Falls and guides you towards this amazing natural feature. The glistening streams cascade at several levels, producing a breathtaking display of peace and beauty. Encircled by lush vegetation and majestic trees, Hinulugan Falls offers a tranquil that for people who find comfort in the embrace of nature. The naturally formed pool at the foot of the falls is inviting guests to swim in and enjoy the cool, refreshing waters, which provide a revitalizing experience that uplifts the body and spirit.

Hinulugan Falls' serene surroundings make it an ideal place for rest, reflection, and meditation. Hinulugan Falls provides a peaceful diversion from the bustle of everyday life, whether your goals are to take in the beauty of the flowing waters, swim in the immaculate pools, or enjoy a picnic in the peaceful surroundings. A genuinely magical experience, Hinulugan Falls in Sabong, Boac, Marinduque allows you to relax, reconnect with nature, and make lifelong memories in this enchanted area.

Lambingan Falls in Brgy. Duyay, Boac, Marinduque

The Falls at Lambingan, Brgy. Duyay, Boac, Marinduque: A Nature's Refreshing Oasis *

Idyllic Setting:Lambingan Falls is a charming paradise that provides a break from the bustle of everyday life, tucked away in the center of Barangay Duyay in Boac, Marinduque. The falls' serene atmosphere and stunning natural surroundings make it the ideal vacation spot for both adventure seekers and nature enthusiasts.

Cascading Waterfalls:Lambingan Falls is most famous for its tumbling waterfalls, which cascade down the rocks in a number of soft tiers, producing a captivating show of mist and water. Visitors are encouraged to swim in the chilly, crystal-clear waters and enjoy the rejuvenating power of the natural world.

Refreshing Swimming Holes:The swimming holes below the falls are welcoming.fading Swimmers are welcome to submerge themselves in the revitalizing waters. Surrounded by rich flora, the tranquil pools make a gorgeous backdrop for a leisurely dip or a quiet moment to unwind while listening to the sound of rushing water.

Calm Encirclements: Lambingan Falls' lush surrounds contribute to its allure by offering shade and a private feeling that heightens the tranquility of the area. Visitors are transported to a serene and quiet condition by the harmonious blend of nature's sounds, including the rustle of leaves and the singing of birds. *

Scenic Beauty:The sight of Lambingan Falls' tumbling waters surrounded by mossy boulders and vivid greenery will greet you as you draw closer. The way that shadows and light interact, along with the soft murmur waterfalls, produce a vision of calm beauty that stays in your mind long after you've gone.

Community Spirit:Situated in Barangay Duyay, Lambingan Falls is a natural marvel that also serves as a window into the friendliness and kindness of the surrounding area. The residents of Marinduque extend a warm welcome to guests, enabling them to encounter their sincere warmth and friendliness.

An invitation to immerse oneself in the majesty of nature, experience the embrace of the waterfalls, and connect with the serene essence of this wonderful place is extended to all who visit Lambingan Falls in Barangay Duyay, Boac, Marinduque. Time slows down, anxieties vanish, and the little joys in life become the main attraction.

Religious Practices

BILA-BILA FESTIVAL

WHAT IS BILA BILA FESTIVAL?

Bila Bila means butterfly in the local language in Marinduque. The province is known as the “Butterfly Capital of the Philippines” with roughly 11 butterfly farms scattered mainly in the towns of Boac and Gasan. Hence, Bila Bila Festival (Butterfly Festival), is a celebration of butterflies and its conservation as well as the thriving butterfly farming in Marinduque.

WHEN IS BILA BILA FESTIVAL CELEBRATED?

Bila Bila Festival was originally celebrated during the feast of the Immaculate Concepcion – every 8th of December. But because the festival sometimes gets cancelled due to the rainy season, it was eventually moved to the summer month of May during the Flores de Mayo, a special Marian devotion.

HISTORY OF BILA BILA FESTIVAL IN MARINDUQUE

A butterfly event was believed to be first conceptualized by a barangay official who was very passionate about butterflies. The event became a hit and was replicated by other towns.

Eventually in 2002, a municipal ordinance entitled “Tree Farming and Butterfly Propagation Ordinance of 2002” was founded and declared Boac as a sanctuary for all butterfly species and ordered the preservation of the environment to protect them. This ordinance also started Bila Bila Festival. As one of its section states, “Whenever appropriate, the release of the butterflies will eventually become a regular feature of social gatherings, such as weddings, birthdays, baptisms, anniversary celebrations, and will become a regular feature of the traditional “putong” (crown) and welcoming of dignitaries, visitors, and guests

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Day 6 — Legendary

A/N: i wanted to promise i wouldn't hit y'all with Another Wall of Text but unfortunately i have Stephen King Syndrome and I Can't Stop Writing 😖😖😖

1325AE, Fractals of the Mists ~ Sunqua Peak Fractal

"Please, quill its elementals and restore peace! You must hurry!"

That's what the 'mountain spirit' told Chihiro, and so up the fragmented stormy mountain he climbs, pulling out a shortbow and firing at the airy wisps until their squalls bind to his legs; he leaps from stone to stone with their enchanted winds at his feet, getting closer to what looks like the top of a tall, winding staircase carved out of a mountainside.

He thinks back to the 'spirit'. She sure didn't seem like a nature spirit. Seemed pretty human, actually. But maybe it's just because he can 'see' through the charade she puts up. It'd fool most others, being fair. And he didn't want to say anything, either, both because it's not like him to spoil a kid's fun and because he's been chided before about "breaking script", whatever exactly that means.

The wind elemental scuttles in its small arena, awaiting its target. But then, as Chihiro gazes at it, the elemental turns; it gazes back at it, feet planted firmly. Warnings hiss through the gale ("Why are you even here? I don't need your help!") before it calmly leaps away, leaving behind something glittery in the rain-drenched grass. Chihiro leaps into the now-empty arena, disappointed that a fight was avoided.

"Was there an elemental you just fought?" Dessa crackles through the Observatory's intrafractal comms system, a loudspeaker over existence in this microrealm. "I can't tell; my visuals fried for a few seconds and the strong reading in that arena is gone."

"Nope," Chihiro yells back, hoping she hears him this time, "it fled." A few seconds. No response back. Damn it. He walks over to the object the fleeing elemental left behind: a small chunk of something like a sword's blade, filigree supporting a lack of blood-groove and a blade made of what was either bronze or brass segmented like drakescale. His fingers tingled at the touch, even through the draconic envoy gauntlets, and the hairs on the back of his head stood at end. This was a powerful thing the elemental left behind.

And he can feel Glint behind him, also observing. "An artifact," she hisses, satisfaction in her voice. "I did not think we would find such a boon here in the Mists. A good omen towards your path of the Hero."

"You call a broken blade a good omen?" Chihiro questions, left aghast at this Dragon's so-called wisdom.

"Where there is one," Glint answers, fading back into his subconscious, "there are others. Artifacts behave differently from normal objects and weaponry. Stay vigilant, Herald."

And to that end, she was right: as the climb became more treacherous on this fragmented Sunqua, the elementals—harsh gales giving way to roaring despondent waterfalls with waves that pushed back—in turn matched the desperation of the voice hanging in the winds on the mountain.

In the wading pools of a mountainous sanctuary surrounded by waterfalls, Chihiro effortlessly frees a trapped water elemental from under massive boulders. Its reward to him, other than desperate pleas carried on the hushed sounds of running water ("What is it that you want? ... Leave. I'll give you anything."), was another piece of the strange artifact. This time it was of the sword's forte and hilt, also of that same bronze-like material. The pommel, the endtips of the guard, all bear an open circle that crackles with further electricity, catching stray sparks in the air. Thoughts run through the back of Chihiro's mind, memories involuntarily dragged to the forefront. He pushes them back, though a few manage to stay unwelcome guests. (The fear of centaurs. The forever-bruised eyesocket. The dagger in his hip. The meeting of he and Shiro in the Replica Temple.)

Cool waters make way for heated air and flowing lava, tiny sluglike elementals rising from the molten stone to assault the Herald. Nothing Ventari's Tablet and summer-air shield can't keep away, but it eats at his energy and so he moves quickly to deal fast strikes at the lava slugs. Their body temperatures eat at his steel blade, the poor thing, and eventually he reaches another arena tossing away the ruined blade. But like with the wind elemental, this one glares. With no weapon, all he can do is defend. So he does, raising the Flameseeker Prophecies to his chest and head, kneeling as he's cocooned in a crystalline chrysalis. The catlike elemental roars at him, summoning meteorites that shriek as they land ("There's no point! ... I couldn't save her!"), then leaves once they land. By the time the Herald lowers his shield and leaves his defensive posture, another piece of the blade is in front of him. He gives it a bit before he picks it up, but still it crackles with the lightning of that raging storm outside once it sits in his hand. More memories surge through his mind, overtaking his vision. They flash too quickly for him to memorize any of them, but all carry a lingering pain that resonates through his veins. It was getting harder to keep the torrent of memories at bay.

Chihiro grips his head. The last time he had a boiling headache like this, he had drank too much Charr whiskey. "Oy, Glint."

"Herald." Glint reemerges from her position in his mind.

"Are you sure we should be collecting these things?"

"If they were truly dangerous, I would have long stopped you from claiming the first piece, let alone this third."

"Hey, explorer," Dessa sparks back onto speakers. And here Chihiro was okay getting used to her absence. "I lost signal again. Yokko's trying to parse the data that's still readable and defrag what did get scrambled—several exabytes of audio-visual feed alone—but every time you reach an elemental, the stream just gets worse and worse." Well that's not such a– "If this keeps up, I'm not entirely sure I can extract you safely given the failing signal. Or intact. Or, really, at all." Oh. Okay, that's pretty bad, actually. He'd like to not be spit back out to the Observatory in the way this blade looks right now, and getting stuck in the Mists is not an option at the moment. "Let me know if you want to pull out now or keep going. We'd prefer if you kept going, but we understand if you don't."

"Pay no mind to the Asuran krewe," Glint reassures her Herald, "you will be safely extracted despite their worries to the otherwise."

"And you know this ho–"

Glint growls. "Really now."

Silence. Chihiro swallows his pride. "Right. R-right. Sorry." Godsdamned oracles.

The exit to the cavern reveals itself, heated air rushing to escape. With some pained walking, Chihiro reaches a small garden walled off by mountainous rock. Monuments to the dead are strewn about the ground and in varying states of ruin. The 'mountain spirit' fidgets in place, legs moving about and head turning here and there as they talk to themselves about something or other.

"You doing okay?" Chihiro pipes up at the spirit.

The spirit hops in place, whipping around to look the Herald in his (blindfold?? A Ritualist? she asks herself), and gathers her composure to say, "You've done well, oh steamed one! Yet her pain overpowers her still."

"'Steamed one'? Okay, who or what is this thing, and–"

"Listen, this was fun and all," Chihiro interjects, stretching his arms and shoulders as he sways from side to side, "but it's time to stop playing. Come on, kid. Talk to me. What's really happening here?"

The spirit looks stunned. She steps back, head lowering. "I... I do not know what you speak of!"

"I can see right through you," he chimes, finishing his stretches and tapping the side of his head—the blindfold—with a finger, "even through this. You didn't fool me from word one."

"...O-oh." A beat. The spirit raises her head back up, though now in a more relaxed posture. "The woman beyond this point...I know her, and she's in terrible pain. Could you please calm her down?" She steps a bit closer, panic spiked in their last few words. "But don't hurt her."

Chihiro tilts his head a bit to the side. "Yeah, I could do that." The last request seemed off, but he keeps it in a mental back pocket. He's taken stranger assignments before.

The spirit looks to the sealed doorway. It swings open, and the storm around the mountain intensifies as it does. The spirit appears pushed back by the storm's winds, and she vanishes in the resulting gale. Stones rise from the void below to pave a bridge towards the final arena: large, carved of pristine granite, and sitting in the middle facing away from the outer stairs is a woman of middling age in light cloth garb, a straight-blade dagger on both of her hip sides.

"Energy readings are spiking! Be careful!" is what Dessa tries to tell Chihiro, but her speaker goes on the fritz and all the Herald catches are some consonants and a panicked tone that doesn't leave his mood much better. Oh well. Not like she was very helpful here to begin with.

"Why are you here?" the woman rasps, holding back a painful sob. The storm around the arena intensifies further still, now almost a typhoon centralized entirely on this platform, threatens to blow the Herald onto his back from the sheer intensity of the rain and winds. Yet, even with this, he could hear the woman clear as a bell. "I came to this mountain to be alone."

"Hear me out, please," Chihiro shouts, unsure if he's as audible through this storm to her as she was to him, "I'm just here on a favor—"

"I don't want to hurt you, but you need to leave." She stands up, turns around, looks dead on at the Herald and unfazed by his appearance. "I can't control what happens if you don't." Her face is strained, eyes red and cheeks flushed. Her hands rest on her dagger hilts.

Chihiro is too familiar with this sort of stance. So he lowers his shoulder and relaxes his posture a bit, best as he can without being knocked onto his ass, hands raised and palms open. "I got a message I'm delivering, and then I'm gone, okay? You can..." He takes a deep breath. "You can mourn in peace when I leave, okay?"

His words seem to work, and her grip on her daggers loosen a bit. The mountain rumbles and the waterfalls surge before everything calms down. Everything but the storm above both their heads, that is.

"Okay. Cool, cool. Thanks for hearing me out." He stands upright, clears his throat. "There's a spirit on this mountain, and she sounded real concerned for your well-being. Some kind of old deer-like guardian." The woman looks puzzled, but her lack of audible answer urges Chihiro to keep...explaining? Lying? Saying whatever he needs to in order to get this fuzzed-out elementalist calmed down. "Said stuff about the mountain and the elementals being in disarray, wanted you to cool it a bit with the storms and eruptions for long enough to let her talk to you." Chihiro has a vague idea of what this spirit is, but without the girl blabbing the truth he'll never know. Still, establishing some stuff ahead of time might get her to come out of hiding. More importantly, it might let him walk away from this living storm not looking like a piece of overcooked bacon. "She means it, too. She cares about you, a lot. Do you know her? Mmmmaybe you prayed to her once or twice?"

The woman finally answers her puzzlement: "The only spirit of this land is Zunraa, and he's never done anything you describe." Ahh fuck. "Now leave."

He was reeeeeally hoping this would have worked, too. "Kiiinda hard to with this storm—"

"I said LEAVE!!" The woman brandishes her daggers and the wind howls back to a harsh pace around her. "I'm warning you!!" The ground rumbles with new seismic activity, and the previously lightening rain becomes a downpour.

Damnit. Okay. A fight it is.

———

About 45 minutes later

Turns out this "Sorrowful Spellcaster" was also one hell of an Elementalist, throwing things like localized thunderstorms and fiery meteors at him. Kinda wished that deer-girl spirit warned him about this shit sooner. Though he was thankful to be able to deal with her relatively fine, it was the swirling watery vortex pulling him in, along with those crushing water tethers preventing him from moving too far away, that nearly did him in on this mission. Only thanks to retreating within the safety of his shield's chrysalis did he survive, and for long enough to break out and bash her face in with said shield; her concentration breaks and she crumbles to a kneeling stance on the floor, the magic dissipated. Her nose'll look kinda funky at the end of all this, but at least she won't be nursing any particularly grievous wounds.

He really hopes this spirit shows up and explains herself. Having his drowning be recreated when he fought this lady was beyond unpleasant.

"Just take what you've earned and go," she tells the Herald, grabbing something from an inro that hangs at the back of her waist sash and tossing it to his feet. She then moves her hands back to cradle her tender nosebridge. "You're not safe here. No one is." The tears begin to freeflow from her, thick with unspoken-of agony.

Chihiro kneels down and picks up the object: the last piece of this sword, its bronze-colored bladetip.

"That's strange," Dessa pipes up, perhaps her technology finally working at last, "you defeated the spellcaster at the center of this instability...but this fractal isn't stabilizing."

And just as Chihiro goes to ponder on what that actually means, he feels a sharp jolt strike his body; the pieces of the artifact fall out of his bag and hand, and they hit the floor with a claaaang!! sharper and louder than it had any right to be, even in the midst of this storm still raging over both his head and the spellcaster's. Breaking away from her own misery, she looks up; this is not her magic fueling this storm. This isn't the man's magic, either. Was it...

Was it all coming from that piece of bronze she found?

They snap to each other, sparks flying and broken lines reforming into unbroken bronze, screeching as they drag onto stone until the blade lies on the ground fully formed and intact. It was a beautiful blade, Chihiro has to admit. The woman, meanwhile, looks back down and stares at the blade in front of the man. What was that? The chain of events in front of her seemed so ludicrous as to almost snap her out of her depression. (Almost.)

"Take the blade," Glint urges.

"Hey, explorer? I think you want to leave that thing alone..."

"Ignore her. Take the blade." Chihiro obliges Glint's insistence, ignoring both Dessa's plea to stop and his own desire to step away from this thing. He grabs a hold of the blade's handle; lifting it to eye height, he discovers it to be incredibly lightweight for how long and weighty it otherwise appears to be, and the sparks that were held in each individual part now felt a circuit of electricity coursing through his body proper. It feels as if this blade was a missing piece that completed him as a circuit.

"This is..." Chihiro can barely describe the awe and wonder the blade in his hand imprints onto him. And just so: as he lifts the blade higher, not realizing it's what his body is doing involuntarily, a lightning bolt parts from the heavens to strike the blade and electrocute the Herald, the storm clearing as it does. What would have been a gruesome electrocution is instead a surge of energy charging every cell in his body as he feels his body begin to become unmoored from the realm around him. Is this Dessa performing that extraction like Glint promised she would do? Maybe so. That wasn't the core of his focus, no no no, that would be the solidified visions in his mind's eye. What were before fragmented memories and echoes, he now sees brief happenings and phenomena. He sees a past relived, bitter memories and sweet moments, even visions of things he couldn't possibly remember (a darkened doorway, bundled in a red cloth). He sees a present uncharted, new allies with unknown names across the horizon, and in the distance a city like Lion's Arch burning to the ground.

The future, to his surprise, was much more cryptic: a crystalline egg in a sanctuary made of gold.

The surge of energy clears of him and Chihiro falls to his knees, smoke and steam plumes leaving his overly warmed body. A sense of overwhelming clarity fillz his mind. Yes, he tells himself, this is what this blade was meant to do.

Bolt, he tells himself still. The blade's name is Bolt. A sword forged to serve a not-yet-existent Dragon. A blade made for a Herald of an Elder Dragon not yet here.

He understands, a little bit more, why Glint chose him as this world's "Hero".

[puritourpackages]

Unforgettable Family Fun: A Chilika Lake Boating, Dolphin Watching & Nature Activities Tour

Planning a family vacation that caters to everyone's interests can be a challenge. But look no further than Chilika Lake, Asia's largest brackish water lagoon, for an adventure that will create lasting memories for the whole family. A Chilika Lake Family Fun Tour Package with Boating, Dolphin Watching & Nature Activities offers the perfect blend of excitement, education, and relaxation for parents and children alike.

Adventures Await on the Water

Embark on a thrilling boat ride across the vast expanse of Chilika Lake, with the wind whipping through your hair and the glistening water stretching before you. Chilika Lake Tour Packages designed for families often offer comfortable and safe boats, perfect for exploring the lake's hidden wonders.

Spotting Playful Dolphins: A highlight of your Chilika Lake Tour Package will likely be a boat trip to Satapada, known as the dolphin haven. Here, with a little patience, the whole family can witness the Irrawaddy dolphins, a rare and endangered species, gracefully surfacing for air. The excitement on your children's faces as they spot these fascinating creatures will be priceless.

A Symphony of Birds: Keep your eyes peeled for the diverse birdlife that calls Chilika Lake home. From majestic eagles soaring overhead to vibrant flocks of flamingos wading in the shallows, the lake offers a captivating spectacle for everyone. Imagine the joy of your children learning to identify different bird species through this immersive experience.

Nature Activities for Curious Minds

Many Chilika Lake Family Fun Tour Packages incorporate exciting nature activities that spark children's curiosity and connect them with the environment. Here are some possibilities:

Exploring Bird Sanctuaries: Visit nearby islands like Nalabana, a haven for resident and migratory birds. Guided tours can help your children learn about the birds' unique habitats and behaviors, fostering a love for nature from a young age.

Interactive Learning Experiences: Some Chilika Lake Tour Packages offer interactive learning experiences for children. Imagine participating in workshops where your family can learn about the lake's ecosystem, local fishing techniques, or traditional boat-making practices. These hands-on activities will make the learning process fun and engaging.

Relaxation and Bonding Time

While Chilika Lake offers exciting adventures, a family vacation should also include time for relaxation and bonding. Many Chilika Lake Tour Packages for families include comfortable accommodations on the lakefront, offering stunning views and peaceful escapes.

Beach Fun: Imagine spending quality time with your family building sandcastles, splashing in the waves, or simply relaxing on the pristine beaches bordering Chilika Lake. These moments of laughter and shared experiences will create lasting memories.

Cultural Delights: Some Chilika Lake Tour Packages might incorporate visits to local villages and cultural centers. Experiencing traditional dance performances, learning about local crafts, or sampling Odia cuisine can broaden your family's horizons and create a deeper understanding of the region's rich heritage.

Memories that Last a Lifetime

A Chilika Lake Family Fun Tour Package is more than just a sightseeing trip. It's a chance to create lasting memories with your loved ones while exploring a captivating natural wonder. Imagine sharing stories and photographs of your boat rides, dolphin encounters, and exciting nature activities, fostering a love for nature and a sense of adventure within your family.

Tailoring the Adventure for Your Family

Chilika Lake Tour Packages for families come in all shapes and sizes. If your children are older and crave more action, consider packages with kayaking or overnight boat trips. For younger children, packages with shorter boat rides, dedicated play areas, and opportunities to interact with friendly animals might be the perfect fit.

No matter your family's interests and age range, a Chilika Lake Tour Package can be customized to create an unforgettable adventure. So, pack your bags, grab your sense of wonder, and get ready to experience the magic of Chilika Lake together.

[uchilakelodge]

Fly-In Fishing in Ontario: Unveiling Nature's Untamed Angling Paradise

Nestled amidst the vast, untamed wilderness of northern Ontario, a world of unparalleled angling adventures awaits the intrepid fly-in fisherman. Here, where pristine lakes and rivers remain largely untouched, the allure of trophy catches and unforgettable encounters with nature's raw beauty beckons those seeking an escape from the beaten path. Ontario's fly in fishing Ontario experiences are a true testament to the province's rich natural heritage. From the moment the floatplane touches down on the glassy surface of a remote lake, anglers are transported to a world where time seems to stand still. The air is crisp, the water crystal clear, and the only sounds are the gentle lapping of waves and the call of wild creatures echoing through the ancient forests. For the dedicated fly fisherman, these untamed waters offer a veritable playground of opportunities. Each lake and river system harbors its own unique blend of species, from the powerful and elusive northern pike to the acrobatic smallmouth bass and the iconic walleye. Anglers must rely on a deep understanding of these fish's habits, employing a variety of techniques and fly patterns to entice strikes from these wary quarries. The thrill of the hunt is heightened by the remote nature of these destinations, where anglers are truly immersed in the wilderness. Whether wading through a crystal-clear stream or casting from a sturdy boat, every moment is a reminder of the raw power and beauty of nature. Each cast holds the promise of a heart-pounding strike, and every battle with a hard-fighting fish becomes an unforgettable tale to be shared around the crackling campfire. Yet, fly-in fishing in Ontario is more than just a pursuit of trophy catches. It's an opportunity to disconnect from the stresses of modern life and reconnect with the essence of the great outdoors. Fly-in lodges offer a sanctuary of comfort and hospitality, where anglers can recharge their batteries and bask in the serenity of their surroundings, all while enjoying world-class amenities and personalized service. As the sun sets over the mirror-like waters, casting a warm glow across the rugged landscapes, anglers can reflect on the day's adventures, reveling in the memories forged and the connections made with these untamed realms. It's a reminder that in Ontario's vast wilderness, the true treasure lies not only in the fish caught but in the experience itself – a celebration of nature's raw power and an invitation to disconnect and reconnect with the primal rhythms of the natural world. https://uchilakelodge.com/  

[reservenature]

5-Day Itinerary of Zion National Park, Utah

Introduction:

Nestled in the heart of the American Southwest, Zion National Park stands as a testament to the awe-inspiring power of nature's artistry. With its towering red rock formations, lush valleys, and winding canyons, Zion offers a sensory experience that's unparalleled. A 5-day visit to this natural wonderland is a journey that promises adventure, tranquility, and memories to last a lifetime. In this comprehensive itinerary, we'll guide you through five days of exploration, highlighting the park's most iconic attractions and hidden gems.

Day 1: Arrival and Canyon Overlook Trail

Your Zion adventure begins with a warm welcome to Springdale, the charming gateway town to the park. After settling into your accommodations, head straight to the park's south entrance. On Day 1, embark on the relatively short but rewarding Canyon Overlook Trail. This trail offers a stunning introduction to the park's beauty, boasting panoramic views of Zion Canyon and its towering monoliths. As the sun sets, the rocks glow in vibrant shades of red and orange, creating a surreal landscape that will leave you in awe.

Day 2: Angels Landing Challenge

For your second day, brace yourself for an exhilarating adventure on Angels Landing. This iconic hike is not for the faint of heart but promises unforgettable views. The strenuous trail winds its way up a narrow ridge, culminating in a breathtaking vista overlooking the entire Zion Canyon. The adrenaline rush and sense of accomplishment as you conquer this hike are truly unparalleled. Remember to start early to avoid the midday heat and crowds, and always prioritize safety.

Day 3: Riverside Walk and The Narrows

After two days of challenging hikes, Day 3 offers a more leisurely experience. Begin with the Riverside Walk, a serene stroll along the Virgin River that leads you to the entrance of The Narrows. This iconic slot canyon can be explored by wading through the river, surrounded by towering walls that seem to touch the sky. Rent appropriate gear in Springdale and be prepared for wet and rocky terrain. The cool waters and towering cliffs create an enchanting ambiance, making this a favorite among visitors.

Day 4: Zion's East Side: Checkerboard Mesa and Observation Point

On Day 4, venture to the less-explored east side of the park. Start with a visit to Checkerboard Mesa, a unique rock formation named for its distinctive crosshatch pattern. Capture its intriguing textures and play of light before continuing to Observation Point. This hike offers a different perspective of Zion Canyon, rewarding you with sweeping vistas that encompass Angels Landing and the Virgin River below. The varied landscape and relative solitude on this side of the park provide a refreshing change of pace.

Day 5: The Subway: A Grand Finale

For your final day in Zion, embark on an extraordinary adventure to The Subway. This challenging hike requires a permit and can be accessed via the Left Fork Trailhead. Traverse through a stunning natural tunnel carved by the Virgin River, leading you into an enchanting underground world filled with emerald pools and waterfalls. The experience of being within the sculpted walls of The Subway is a fitting climax to your 5-day journey, showcasing the remarkable geological forces that shaped Zion National Park.

Conclusion: A Journey to Remember

A 5 day itinerary at Zion National Park is a true immersion into the grandeur of the American Southwest. From the dizzying heights of Angels Landing to the serene beauty of The Narrows and The Subway, each day offers a new chapter in the park's captivating story. As you reflect on your journey, you'll come to understand why Zion is not just a place—it's a symphony of rock and water, a canvas of colors, and a sanctuary for adventure seekers and nature enthusiasts alike. So, lace up your hiking boots, pack your sense of wonder, and get ready to experience the magic of Zion.

[nocountryforsanemen]

Wade Memorial Nature Sanctuary Douglas, MI

[kat-hawke]

Sequestered

(Immediately following [Near & Far] & [Threads])

Ethereal fingers continued to pluck each mental string until the elf Kat sought cautiously responded. 'Why do you seek me now?' Seraanna's words echoed in the vacant meditative mind, narrowing the search as the thread sparked with like, provided the anchor for connection. Kat's focus shifted to the single point as she grasped at the nexus and pulled them together across the mental gap. Her eyes opened as the breath was sucked from her lungs to find herself standing inches away from the manifestation of the Ren'dorei who answered.

"To ask something of you," Kat answered, guarded. Here in the artificial reality, her accent was absent. Here, she was presented as her own perception, the speech normal to her ears, and projected as such. But the empty expanse behind her failed to hide the truth; Shadow and Light shifted like the ocean upon the shore, each side pushing and receding in rhythm.

The mindscape behind the Ren'dorei revealed an equal truth of the woman's will and shape; Shadow gathered bound yet untamed. A sight that spurred envy to mix with remorse in Kat's very core.

"I have offered words to you before," Seraanna murmured with a gentle tilt of her head, voice still soft here but no longer halting, "and given respect to the disdain shown within the Forge of Iron." A slow breath's pause. "What would you ask?"

"I don't particularly care for those who intrude my mind without invitation," Kat responded in monotone as she briefly inspected the mindscape behind the elf before turning away and walking four steps with hands collected behind her back. 

"There is an individual hiding somewhere in the kingdom." With a wave of one hand, a map of the lands outlying Stormwind was conjured with ease. The manipulation of this mindscape was second nature to Kat after so many years and many other connections. "A necromancer, in fact. Over the years, he has gained the name 'The Renovator'. Likely in league with the Cult of the Damned during this chaotic invasion." Slowly, her gaze turned back to Seraanna. "I'd ask you to find where exactly the menace is."

"Intrude?" Seraanna inquired as she took languid steps to close the distance, the right hand clasped loosely in the left and the thumb rubbed absently over the palm as she arrived at Kat's side. "At most, it was that I borrowed your sight. But of your thoughts, your - integrity? Of those, there was no invasion." Her dark lips were pulled by a quiet smile, "What you term intrusion was little more than a conversation overheard." 

"One needs earn my enmity to experience intrusion, and you have long been absent of my own Sight. No opportunity," Seraanna mused, "to earn enmity, or - to gain the trust of a request." She turned her attention, unhurried, towards the conjured map. "Why, then, ought I do this thing for you?"

"Don't think of it as for me, then," Kat replied. "Look at it more as, for the people. Friends or family, loved ones, or those tucked away in quiet graves. The Scourge holds no biases, and neither does the man who digs up the bodies to create the fiends." 

With a twist of her wrist, the Director conjured a plush and ornate chair of Gilnean make, grays and golds. She dropped into the seat with grace to face the elf, one knee hooking over the other—an unnecessary display of her skill within the artificial reality.

"I'm not a stranger to this." She motioned to the vast mindscape. "Though our abilities run parallel in some regard, they differ in others. I, for example, cannot borrow one's sight or mind. Not without an established anchor or catalyst. Memories, however. Those I can pull apart and manipulate at the touch as if weaving a blanket. I do not have the time to wade through the myriad of truths and lies the darkness will present me to find the one where this monster truly is."

Seraanna settled backward with a slow exhale. Plumes of shadows rolled up and gathered as if to catch her, only to fade as she came to rest in an overstuffed armchair embroidered in red and gold. 

"More plain-spoken," she quietly mused, regarding the Director, "than I had thought to expect of you." 

The Ren'dorei turned her hands, gaze falling to a ring on her left index finger - rough silver set almost randomly with several small stones. "I am of Quel'thalas, lest you forget, and more than intimate with what the Scourge may do." Her finger grazed lightly over the ring before she looked at Kat.

"There is a time and place for more elaborate and riddle-like wording, but quite frankly, I find myself too exhausted to dance around the points at this very moment." Kat's reply came without emotion. "And no, I did not forget where your breed hails from." 

"Provide me with three things, if you would see this done." Seraanna continued as their eyes met. "All that you know of this Renovator, that I might discern his presence. Sanctuary for the task, for this, is no simple casting of my Sight within Stormwind's walls. And last...?" 

"State how I ought name you." A soft smile pulled at the elf's lips. "You, and not any position or title that adheres."

Kat's hands collected in her lap, slowly folding over one another as Seraanna listed her demands, the final of which elicited a narrowed gaze. She expected an accord, payment, or a favor, but to identify herself now left the Director agitated. The usual escapes to the answer were carefully blocked off in the elf's requests, clever yet bothersome.

"Unfortunately, for us both, the knowledge is rather lacking. But, very well..." Without a single movement, Kat willed a table into existence, a folder laid face down upon its surface. A key made of wrought iron appeared beside the paper. "You must destroy that after our business is concluded, both in fact. Though the key has limited uses, tear open the void with it in hand, over half a dozen candles. You will find your sanctuary." 

"As for a name..." She trailed off, flattening her lips. "Wise to state you do not want a title or position. Puts me in a corner, no? Yet you never offer your own."

"Neither have you so offered, yet it is that I have asked." The Ren'dorei remained in her chair of red and gold, legs curled beneath her, no move made to reach for the items brought into being. "Like will be given for like," came the soft murmur, "I give you that assurance."

"Very well," Kat muttered as she drew a deep breath. "Friends call me Kat, and though we are far from such a prospect, it will do all the same."

"...like for like..." The elf sounded.

"Seraanna." After a brief pause, she spoke in a more precise tone before reaching a hand for the folder and wrought iron key upon the table. "Those with familiarity often use Seraa, and some few," the faint smile remained on her dark-painted lips, "name me the Paper Lady." 

Turning and twisting the other hand Seraanna clenched a fist for a split second as a wisp of shadow toiled around the flesh. Opening her palm out to the Director, the elf presented a slick, glossy sphere perhaps twice a marble's size. The dark between the stars ebbed within.

"Take this, and hold it close to your memory of me. For each of us, it will be the anchor of which you speak. When our - business is concluded? Cast it from your thoughts as you wish."

Slowly wetting her lips, Kat reached for the offered anchor, plucking it from the elf's palm with two fingers. A circumspect gaze examined the object, and the churning darkness within as Seraanna sank back into the plush ornate seat.

"And if you find that it pleases you? Then, dear Kat, keep it near."

"You may overestimate or assume how my power or vessel operates, but very well." Kat tucked the curio into her blazer pocket and glanced to her left hand, a glass of whiskey neat conjured in the wisps of shadows, and while nothing here was a reality, Kat indulged in her vice all the same. 

"Yours, I know not, but I know my own. Shadow of my own weaving, held close to the memory of me, is anchor enough for words. This," Seraanna gestured vaguely to encompassed the mindscape and their seating, "would require greater."

"Anything else?" Kat inquired without eye contact, watching the amber liquor swirl within the glass vessel.

The elf's half-lidded gaze left the Director, diverting to the map first conjured, of the lands outlying Stormwind. "I will search for your Renovator, then, from the sanctuary, you have offered. And give you word when I know of him."

"Is there aught else that you wish?" Seraanna echoed.

The faintest hint of a smile graced the corner of Kat's lips as her fingers drummed slowly on the whiskey glass before it melted away in shadow. She stood and smoothed wrinkles that did not exist from the end of her jacket, fixating on correcting the sleeve cuffs as she addressed the elf in front of her.

"Once finished with the sanctuary, remove every trace of its existence from your memory." 

The chair behind her legs was next to dissolve in plumes of gray smoke as the demand was given. The expressionless visage of the Director cast in the Ren'dorei's direction as their connection to one another was severed.

Again, Kat opened her eyes. She was seated in the snow, overlooking the roaring sea at the cliff base, the faint orange glow of the burning city in the distance. Fixating on the distant stars, she pondered over the level of trust she was bestowed in the elf, for the sanctuary offered tethered her to a remote island, a secret kept for years.

Instinctively, gloved fingertips grazed the hilt of the soul-bound dagger on her thigh. Any future actions could be justified, should she need.

[ @longveil​ ]

( [pt.I] [pt.II] [pt.III] [pt.IV] [pt.V] [pt.VI] [pt.VII] )

[rufousnmacska]

Secrets and Confessions Part 2

A Crescent City Ruhn-Hypaxia fic.

Things have just begun to settle down since the demon attack on Lunathion. But nothing is back to normal. Two archangels are dead and the asteri have yet to name successors. Certain House leaders and lower members have been making plans of their own as a rebellion against the angels begins to form. The mer, witches, shifters, humans, even some from Hel are secretly in contact with each other. All are wondering if and how to involve the fae. The newly crowned witch queen knows a certain fae prince that she thinks can be trusted. And might be vital to their success. The fact that his father hoped to arrange a marriage alliance between them, or that he is distractingly handsome ... well, those shouldn't interfere with her work. No, not at all. 

Part 1 (only on AO3)

Part 2

*****

She’d always preferred the forest and mountains to the city, surrounded by giant trees and high peaks instead of fast-moving crowds and towering skyscrapers. But having been away from Lunathion for almost two weeks, she’d found herself itching to return. It was a new experience for her, but Hypaxia didn’t bother denying the reason for it. It, or rather, he, was the same reason for her uncharacteristic nerves as she rode in a full elevator to another penthouse party.

Ruhn had called, just as she’d told him. But she’d already been on her way back to the Heliruna Mountains for urgent business. He texted her that night though, and every night after that, for the entire time she was gone. Each beep notifying her of a new message from him made her smile, and she’d become conditioned to expect it every evening.

They were friendly and a little formal at first, but eventually became more teasing and flirty. One late night early on, she’d caught herself looking up photos of him on websites since she didn’t have any of her own. Upon realizing what the Hel she was doing, she’d slammed her phone down and tried to will herself to sleep. But sleep only came after she did, imagining the touch of his hands and mouth on her body. All too quickly, that became a nighttime ritual too.

Which explained the nerves from seeing him again in person, she thought, watching the floor numbers light up. She was a queen. A grown adult. There was no reason to be embarrassed. That’s what she kept telling herself as the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

Okay, she thought, here we go.  

Much like the previous party, where she’d last seen him face to face – the photos absolutely did not count – the place was packed. Music thumped and people danced and mingled. Hypaxia cast a quick glance around at the other females. Her knee length, high necked dress did not fit in with this crowd. But their style just was not hers. Confidence had never been an issue for her, and it wasn’t becoming one. But she tried to stamp out the fleeting thought that maybe she should have dressed more for fun than style and comfort tonight.

She pushed her way deeper into the expansive room, wondering if she should call him rather than search. Just as she reached for her phone, she saw him. Back in the leather he usually wore. Hypaxia smiled to herself, almost able to hear her childhood best friend Lena asking if she was into bad boys now. Leather and piercings, or suit and tie, she didn’t care. The sight of him made her wish she’d returned to Lunathion sooner.

*****

Mid-sentence, Ruhn drew a complete blank on what he was talking about. Hypaxia was here and she was all he could focus on. The noise, the people, everything seemed to fade away. Her hair was loose and natural, her dress hugged every curve, and her smile …

Hunt turned around, saw the reason for his sudden silence, then clapped him on the shoulder before disappearing. “Good luck.”

Fuck. He needed it.

Suddenly, all the dumb jokes and bad attempts at flirting over the past two weeks came back. Without the benefit of seeing her face, her real time reactions, he never really knew how much of a fool he was making of himself. Right now, as he watched her wade through people, Ruhn thought there was no bigger fool than him.

And he was totally okay with that.

*****

Running into some high-level officials, Hypaxia was forced to make small talk as she ventured around the edges of the dance floor. She kept inching away from the shifter talking to her, trying to make it clear that she had other places to be. The throng of people was keeping Ruhn hidden from her view, but finally it broke. Just enough for her to recognize that he’d seen her.

Leaning against the far wall, shadows played around his broad shoulders, and his bright blue eyes followed her every movement. For a moment, or two, maybe three, Hypaxia just stared at him. The shifter, probably drunk and definitely oblivious, was still speaking. She offered a quick goodbye and left him to find someone else to talk to.

But Ruhn was not oblivious. He saw how flustered she was. Probably saw the damn redness blooming on her face. The way she blushed always gave her away to him. A smug grin crossed his face. Yes, he’d seen it all. As she slipped through an opening between people, his smile grew predatory, in a way that would normally make her uncomfortable. But from him it didn’t. His eyes were shining as if lit from within. The heat returned, coursing through her body. On her cheeks, down her neck, down, down, down … until the images of her fantasy rushed back with it.

Someone bumped into her, startling her back into reality. But reality was still standing just over there, dark and watching, always watching. They really should have met in a more private setting.

*****

He was being a sleaze. Staring openly, not bothering to control himself. Every conversation, every innuendo of the last two weeks continued to replay in his head. But instead of embarrassment, now, at the sight of her walking to him, her hips swaying, a coy smile on her delicious lips … he felt emboldened.

Hel, he thought, at least try to be a gentleman.

Something in her expression changed, and at the last minute, she swerved away and walked past him without a word. Ruhn’s breath caught in his chest, and for a second, the doubt returned. Of course, she wasn’t interested. Of course, she had more important things to deal with. Of course, she-

Right before she went through a door leading out to a balcony, she glanced back at him. A tilt of her head, an upward curve of her lips. And then she was gone. A second later, he was too.

*****

Hypaxia moved into a secluded corner of the immense balcony, away from the small groups that had congregated outside. The only light came from the glow of the city around them and the party inside. Before she had the chance to wonder what the Hel she was doing, or if Ruhn would follow, he appeared in the door. He found her instantly, despite the darkness in which she stood. Or, possibly because of it. The moment he was next to her, shadows wrapped around them, further hiding them from prying eyes.

Offering her one of the drinks he must have grabbed on the way out, she knew by the clarity of the bubbly liquid that it was sparkling water. Not champagne. Not alcohol, which she didn’t drink very often. A random subject of one of their conversations. Hypaxia smiled, impressed by his memory. She’d actually planned to have a drink or two tonight, but this warm, floaty feeling she got each time he looked at her was giving her a better buzz than champagne.  

“Your majesty,” he said, bowing his head slightly. He’d been calling her that ever since he found out her true identity.

“Your highness,” she replied, maintaining the air of formality.

Their texts had always started this way. An overly formal beginning that quickly lapsed into either mood lightening banter or intimate questions and revelations that felt dangerous. And addictive.

She stared at him, not yet taking a drink, trying to merge the different versions of him in her head. The one who told silly jokes to make her laugh after a long day The one who was a lethal Aux warrior, and the one who was shy about his starlight gift. The one who admitted that too much of his life was about distancing himself from his father. And, of course, the one in her fantasy.

Hypaxia looked at the delicate, fluted glass, then sat it down. “I’d rather have something else.” Ruhn’s eyes widened, then half closed as she rose up on her toes and leaned towards him.

She didn’t know where this was coming from. No shrinking flower around males, she also was usually not this forward either. Never quite this demanding.

When their lips first touched, Ruhn moaned and she smiled at the deep, rich tone. As their mouths moved against each other, she reached up and wrapped his dark, silky hair in her hand. With a slight tug, she moved his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Another moan, lower and louder, and the sound made her body hum. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her closer, holding her up.

She fell completely, savoring the feeling of his tongue and lips, his musky scent and strong hands, losing herself in the memory of her fantasy. This time, she moaned, realizing how very close the fantasy was to reality.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the darkness of her closed eyes began to change. The black turned to a deep red, then lighter until it was as though she’d closed her eyes in the bright sunlight.

Hypaxia opened them and broke apart from their kiss to see Ruhn glowing. The light - his starlight - was not as brilliant or blinding as his sister’s. But it was beautiful, illuminating them in pale bluish light within the sanctuary of his shadows.

Light and dark. He controlled both.

Well, maybe control wasn’t the right word, she thought, watching the wonder and dismay grow on his face.

“This...” he held out his hands, glowing like a just lit lamp. “This is new,” he finished after a long pause.

Gingerly, she touched the palm of his hand and laughed. For a second the light flared, and then, almost as slowly as it had appeared, it faded.

*****

Ruhn watched it go, trying to figure out where in the Hel it even came from. Starlight was not something that came easily to him. It took immense effort and concentration and that ... that had taken neither. And it had poured from his entire body, so much more than the small spark he usually managed.

He’d been utterly lost in her. Her taste, the sweep of her tongue across his lips, the spicy smell of her hair, the way her back arched at his touch, making her press into him. He’d been with plenty of females, had been lost like that before, and he’d never once summoned his light like that.

As Hypaxia traced lines across his palm, he realized that no, he’d never felt that before. This, all of it, was new.

When the starlight was finally gone and they were left in shadow, she still held his hand, palm up. But her eyes met his. This was new for him. And he decided, even though he wanted nothing more than to kiss her again, he was not going to fuck it up.

“I still owe you a dinner,” he said quietly, suddenly feeling shy. As if the two weeks of texting, as if that kiss hadn’t happened. The flush of her cheeks stole his breath and he thanked the gods for it. Her cool, queenly demeanor was hard for him to read sometimes. But that blush ...

“Let’s go,” she said, pulling him towards the door.

Ruhn let her, grinning like a fool as she led them through the crowd and onto a blessedly empty elevator. Where he gave in and kissed her again.

*****

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#73 The Virgin Suicides  (1999)

Director: Sofia Coppola

United States

It had been some years since I had watched this film. It was, and still is, a memorable film for me. So watching this film again left me a little uncertain; I had trouble with how to relate to it.  By that I mean, I found myself conflicted by two things: nostalgia and confusion.

I’ll start with nostalgia. At my age, a film like this is steeped in the reckless wonder of adolescence; I think that is what the film sets out to do. This attribute is quite affective for someone like me, who was coming of age in the summery glow of the 1970’s that gets depicted throughout the movie. This in tandem with the evocative soundtrack, naturally triggers the memories of many similar situations and emotions for me. Quite a bit of footage of The Virgin Suicides is given over to the hormonal sorcery of dappled sunlight, teenage bedroom escapes, and melodramatic first love confessions. That’s the beauty of it. I think the nostalgic imagery triggers a relatable fantasy to most –perhaps not. Maybe its spell is cast solely upon white suburban youth, but I’d like to think Coppola’s movie burrows deeper into the collective American psyche of the late 20th century. In this film, there’s a flirtatious, awkward, battle being waged. The narrative pits stifling, coercive parental morality against furtive teenage lust. Lust wins, but in the end, all that is left is vacuous emotional wreckage and a substantial body count.

Now, for the confusing part. In the midst of the nostalgia of love songs, proms, journals and manicured lawns, is death and obsession.  Sexual obsession is there – but it’s sublimated, and first the audience and the characters must wade through the awkward transitions of the newly awakening maturity. Obsession tips its hand, in just about every character, and here is where the dialectic between nostalgia and death gets a bit tricky to balance. It’s easy to get swept away in the hazy glow of the movie, and gloss over the fact that a family full of teenage girls will kill themselves. In fact, for as many times as I have watched this film, it’s hard to let the magnitude of that scenario really sink in. Like death, maybe there is a dimension to the longing of these young girls that is impenetrable – and it will stay that way. No amount of reflection or nostalgia gets us any closer to that silence. So in the end, it’s a confusion, an absence never to be resolved. We feel and desire at a fever pitch at that young time in our lives. All the more confusing when the film frames these emotional cataclysms within the inviting quiet topography of upper class suburbia. For the Lisbon girls, home became a prison, also a sanctuary. It doubled as a means of escape, and a safe house for their fantasies and misgivings about the adult world and all its boring hypocrisies.

Occasionally, on those quiet sunlit days, the light filtering through the trees, the crystal blue sky, the shadows of trees on fresh cut lawns, we talk to the lost part of our lives. We attempt to reconnect with innocence of a past that is long gone. We want to once again, experience that surge of desire from the first time we fell in love. It’s beautiful, and it’s fragile…and it’s slipping away into time.

(Voiceover transcript from The Virgin Suicides)

“Everyone dates the demise of our neighborhood... ..from the suicides of the Lisbon girls. People saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms, the harsh sunlight... ..and the continuing declineof our auto industry. Even then, as teenagers,we tried to put the pieces together. We still can't. Now whenever we run into each otherat lunches or parties... ..we find ourselves going over the evidence one more time. All to understand those five girls,... ..who, after all these years,we can't get out of our minds.

“But we have never found an answer. It didn't matter in the end how old they had been,... ..or that they were girls. But only that we had loved them,... ..and that they hadn't heard us calling,... ..still do not hear us calling them out of those rooms... ..where they went to be alone for all time,... ..and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

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answer All the questions for your newest oc

DEAD U HAD TO ASK FOR NEWEST DIDN’T YOU. welp in that case have ya boi eneko

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?he’s a patient dude! eneko can likely sit still doing nothing for as long as his physiology will allow aka until he needs to go to the bathroom or smth. he does well w low activity as he’s an introspective person

How easy is it for your character to laugh?FAIrly easy?? on a level of one to ten w one being laughs at anything that moves or doesn’t move i’d say he’s a.. 6. ok so not that easily like he IS fairly taciturn but he will smile and laugh at a good joke esp if he’s comfy around the person making it

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)by crying- no jk he doesn’t… cry… emotions? what are those??? (thats a lie he’s an emotional mess) he will plan for the next day, strategizing and such but that’s honestly rlly bad for him. he stresses easily. on nights when he’s got a clearer head he’ll hum softly or read if he’s not feeling too guilty abt burning off candles. he does like night walks they always clear his mind

How easy is it to earn their trust?oh oof that’s a tricky one. not that easy but at the same time- OKAy yeah just not that easily from one being the easiest to ten being the hardest he’s likely a 8

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?VERY hard. once you’ve gained his trust he will be LOYAL af to u eneko is quiet n not the most expressive but he will absolutely go down in flames for someone he’s deemed trustworthy. a solid 9. 

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?laws are flexible defo. he PREFERS structure but if morality trumps laws he will break them. it also helps that he’s lowkey part of a rebellion so technically his existence in the present is breaking the law

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?god save us all. he’s a nostalgic dude so uh, oh damn i dont have backstory for him yet i made him last night rainy stop bullying me but ykw we’re doing this. flowers defo. queen anne’s lace n bluebells esp? bring back memories n also pumpkin stew. mixed memories w that one. queen anne’s lace mean sanctuary n bluebells mean gratitude which is LOWKEY ironic considering they spawn memories of burning along w memories of his older sisters so yes?? he does like remembering his sisters but no not in that context. the stew is a weird reminder of his first love n that’s. also complicated 

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?talk more and talk better. he’s got a bit of habit of being short abt things and the middle sister of the fam was ALWAYS getting on his case abt no u can’t word it like that but the eldest was and is a terrible influence n absolutely encouraged it bc she found it hilarious. it’s good they love each other i swear

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?yes he’s part of a rebellion and a soldier what more do u eXPECt and no he doesn’t remember his first swear word. he also doesn’t curse that much dont get me wrong. he has to be comfy around u

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?gosh uh. eneko is still v underdeveloped so i .. WELL I CANNOt tell u in the present it’s prbly smth angsty involving his sisters or his lovER but the answer to does it haunt him? yes absolutely he must Suffer :)

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?it depends on the situation’s levity. if it’s smth important he will absolutely bluntly ask for clarification if it’s smth casual he’ll just nod and pretend like he knows what ur talkin abt bc social anxiety is a b

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?Suffer in Silence

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?he doesn’t rlly think abt this. he likes green tho but he wears a lot of black (that’s partially required by his associations and partially bc idk what other colors exist thanks @ god) he looks best in hmmm red

What animal do they fear most?himSELF 

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?he’s usually fairly forthright so he sounds like he’s saying whatever comes to mind but the reality is he says abt 1% of what he’s thinking and he won’t say things that are quite obviously rude. who knows tbh maybe he gains secret enjoyment from watching ppl squirm under his bluntness eyes emoji

What makes their stomach turn?torture n he hates the sight of bones. blood he can stand but bones? no thanks. unfort in the business they’re in he comes across both of those more than he’d like. he also hates working in the theoretical. it’s unnerving but he’s fine if someone he trusts is wading thru the abstract for him aka thank u @ kent for being the resident intuitive 

Are they easily embarrassed?nah not particularly 

What embarrasses them?if u slap his BUTT in public jkjk i mean that would embarrass him if u caught him by surprise but hmmm he doesn’t like attention if u draw attention to him he’ll freak a lil that would fluster him also excessive praise esp if it’s expressed publicly. he squirms beneath the spotlight

What is their favorite number?19. day of the month he last saw his sisters smiling

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?he’d prbly say smth deep which i cannot truly replicate but prbly smth like. “familial love is steady. it’s the mountain beneath which u were born. it’s the protection n the stability n the impossible sheer volume of it that can’t quite be comprehended. platonic love is like cords linking u to them. it’s the promise, the assurance of i will pull u up if u fall and if i can’t ill fall w u. it’s a tug o war and an anchor. romantic love is a stallion. it’s the passion and the chance but if u know how to tame it it serves to make u a better man than u could ever become on ur own. it’s the teamwork and the flames”

Why do they get up in the morning? to execute justice and to experience each new precious day he’s been gifted

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? it’s ugly when jealousy rears its head in him. he doesn’t SAY anything but his actions become more erratic and he has a harder time focusing. it’s likely he’ll become more impulsive. he’s not DANGEROUs per se but it’s not a situation u want him in

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? envy he’s better about. mostly bc unlike w jealousy he doesn’t already have the thing. it’s smth he’ll just push down and soldier thru like he does w most uncomfy things in his life

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? oh MY GOD DONT TALK ABT SEX that’s SCANDALOUS- the answer is no he finds it unprofessional in his line of work but he would be comfortable discussing it w his s/o

What are their thoughts on marriage? good. he approves. however, for himself he finds the prospect unlikely considering the high risk nature of what he’s involved himself w. he expects to die before 35 in all seriousness

What is their preferred mode of transportation? in the sweet embrace of death horseback

What causes them to feel dread? the knowledge that everything’s falling apart. that fate and circumstance are slowly but surely chipping away at the very foundation of what u live for and there’s absolutely nothing u can do to stop it. also freaking the appearance of the antagonist or his minions

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? in theory? no. in practice? he’s actually p sensitive that’s a difficult one to answer. it would greatly depend on the circumstance but in the long run he prefers the truth

Do they usually live up to their own ideals? yes but in his own eyes, no. he holds himself to extremely high standards and is very self critical. also he has rlly unachievable ideals he’s a lil bit idealistic beneath the guise of realism

Who do they most regret meeting? ohohOHO jk i have no idea not there yet in the story but prbly the antagonist he’s a b

Who are they the most glad to have met? funnily enough? he could almost say the antagonist. he’s the reason why eneko’s working as hard as he is for what he is. without the introduction of the antagonist he would’ve been oblivious to the terrible injustice around him and likely ended up a victim by some obscure mindless death order. however the person he truly admires is the rebel member who took him under her wing however she’s still in the works so i can’t give u much on her

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? i don’t think so, no

Could they be considered lazy? NOPE not in any sense of the word. eneko works extremely hard. he’s v dedicated n dutiful

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? oh, very hard. he’s naturally altruistic so he tends to take failures to heart and internalize them and considering the dangerous line of work he’s in he oftens has guilt building up inside him. he’ll likely carry it w him for the rest of his life once he’s decided to be guilty abt smth. if someone doesn’t help him w it it can break him down in ugly ways

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? yes!! he’s a pure son. you’ll definitely get a smile out of him if smth good has happened to u. he’s very supportive of his friends. he would die for his friends and likely all of u i just want u all to know this 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?neither. he finds seeking romance irresponsible w his lifestyle. as i previously stated he expects to die young

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? he has fairly good memory esp w faces! but otherwise? i would say he learns best by touch. he’s a tactile person and also fairly auditory. music defo helps him remember things

What memory do they revisit the most often? prbly the day he separated from his sisters. it’s not a particularly good memory but it’s seared in his mind

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? he doesn’t ignore ppl’s flaws per se? he’s p perceptive so it’s difficult for him to just turn a blind eye at least within his own mind but eneko is v tolerant of ppl and accepting. even if he dislikes u it’s doubtful you’ll know he’s fairly good at keeping up the same respect for most everyone he comes in contact w. but yeah? he knows what flaws are there but he will simply accept ppl bc he knows everyone, including himself, esp himself, has many flaws

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?oh oof yeah he’s?? a p sensitive guy so while he recognizes his own faults jabs to his weak spots will hurt him and he’ll prbly sit on the accusation or callout for days esp if someone accuses him of being selfish or immoral or not having done enough for the ppl he cares abt (smth along those lines) he’d absolutely hate that. but if u tell him he’s blunt he’s going to be like im well aware of that

How do they feel about children? he’s SUCH A DAD he loves kids and he’s rlly good w them they love him bc he’s SOFT ok but he doesn’t plan on having them himself even tho he’d like to for the exact same reasons he isn’t pursuing romance/marriage

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? enough that he’d die to reach it

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?eneko is either demi or grasexual w pan preferences. he’s also panromantic. if someone asked for explanation he’d be like “i’m attracted to people of all genders” and just leave it at that unless ofc they were like RLLY curious or smth but he doesn’t rlly consider himself demi or pan or anything he just knows he isn’t straight LOL

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?…strong silent type. that’s all i have to sayB) What inspired you to create them?i’ve taken some inspiration from other characters from shows, etc. i’ve written so he’s a bit of a love child of the best of my musesC) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?im still figuring it out so that’s a probable yesD) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?he’s been edited a bit there were a few reincarnations of him like at first he had straight black hair in an undercut style but now it’s WAVY and dark brown and he also got darker. id say he’s like latino w a lil african blood this is esp amusing considering i literally created him last nightE) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?i think we’d get along alright if we could get past the initial awkwardness bc we’re both kind of crap at interpersonal relationships actually he isn’t that bad it’s mostly me and i THINK he might find me slightly abrasive n energetic (even tho im PLOT TWIST low energy compared to most extroverts) but he’s tolerant it wouldn’t be too badF) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?love…. i love my soft boi i usually hate my ocs aka i would slap them if given the chance but eneko? deserves happinessG) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?he is not real in general and non existent in actual writing as of the present. the latter tragedy i will soon solve. in all seriousness it’s prbly his bluntness it has the tendency to give me second hand embarrassmentH) What trait do you admire most?his tolerance and patience i have none loLI) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?for now, yes! i dont have a solid grasp of him so until then he’ll stay where he was BIRTHEDJ) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?not rlly! the entire story he’s in is still in the works so everything’s rlly flexible

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Bird Watching on Marco Island

Bird Watching on Marco Island

Marco Island's beautiful birds are one of the island's greatest assets.  Bird watching on Marco Island is especially rewarding.  There are so many species native to the island.

Marco Island Osprey

This osprey is posing on Tigertail Beach.    Although these majestic birds are not normally people friendly, this one seemed to enjoy the attention!!  If you are like me, it is special to capture a beautiful photo to use in your home.  What a precious vacation memory!  This osprey's picture is now in Sea Mar Condo!

There are many birds which are native to Marco Island and the southern Florida area. Some birds that are more common on Marco Island include the white egret, osprey, pelican, bald eagle and burrowing owl.

The Great Florida Birding Trail

Tigertail Beach Park is located on the Great Florida Birding Trail. It is a nice place to see and photograph many species of birds. There are other bird watching sites around Marco Island. They include Rookery Bay National Estuarine Research Reserve, Briggs Nature Center,  Frank E. Mackle Jr. Community Park, Eagle Lakes Community Park and Sugden Regional Park.  A  short 40 minute drive to Big Cypress Welcome Center and Turner Loop Road near Everglades City are also great birding sites.

Burrowing Owls on Marco Island

Burrowing Owls at Resident's Beach

Marco Island has been recognized by the Audubon Society for their efforts to increase the numbers of burrowing owls. The small owls are protected by both the state of Florida and the city of Marco Island.  Many island residents have volunteered to adopt and offer protective housing (borrows) for these beautiful birds.  For the last three years, a family of burrowing owls have made their nest on Resident's Beach, a private beach for residents and long term renters on the island.  The owls are given a wide roped off space, but are yet visible to beachgoers.  Hint: They tend to pose for pics in the morning and late afternoon hours.

Osprey on the Island

Anytime you are on the water around Marco Island, you will likely see large osprey nests built of sticks on channel markers.  Ospreys have a large brown back and a white underside.  Visitors to Marco Island see these birds soaring around condo buildings and over the Gulf waters.  They are very large with wingspans of between 4-5 feet.  Ospreys soar above the shallow water along the beach, then hover briefly before diving feet first to grab a fish.  The bird then takes off with its fish to carry it back to its nest or perch.  It is not uncommon to see ospreys perched on a building or along the beach on driftwood in the Tigertail area.

Lots of Pelicans on Marco Island

Brown Pelicans

Brown Pelican Photo Credit: Brenda McPherson

This is my favorite bird to watch on Marco Island!  What fun it is to see these impressive divers circling high above the Gulf waters before diving headfirst in search of the perfect feast.  Often you will see the brown pelicans fly in group formation in a V-shape along the water.  Pelicans are plentiful on Marco.  It is common to be in the water and see one swoop within a few feet.  Watch the pelican as it expands its throat pouch to trap fish, filling it with over 2 gallons of water, then enjoying a tasty meal!  A friend of mine took the picture to the left as we left on a Marco Island Princess dinner cruise.  This picture is also in Sea Mar Condo for our guests to enjoy! See our full article on brown pelicans by clicking on the following link: https://vacationsoup.com/marco-island-wildlifethe-brown-pelican/

White Pelicans

More rare to spot when bird watching on Marco Island are white pelicans. They arrive in the area in late fall and stay until the early spring.  The white pelican has white feathers and a pink-tangerine colored bill.  They are shy and prefer isolated areas like mangrove islands.  White pelicans are less social than brown pelicans.  Your chances of seeing a white pelican are better during a boat tour of the 10,000 islands with binoculars.  White pelicans also differ from brown pelicans by working as a team to herd their food prey,  fluffing their wings to assemble and gather the fish.

Bald Eagles on Marco Island

Bald Eagle Photo Credit: Marco Island Nature Preserve & Bird Sanctuary

Marco Island Nature Preserve is home to the island's nesting American Bald Eagles during nesting season.  The preserve is located at 665 Tigertail Court, Marco Island, FL.  They work alongside volunteers of Marco Island to guarantee the safety of the active Bald Eagle nest on the island.  Visitors may visit during nesting season between November and May.  You can also view a live web cam during the year to see eagle activity by viewing this link:  https://www.earthcam.com/usa/florida/marcoisland/eagle/?cam=marcoisland

The Marco Island Nature Preserve & Bird Sanctuary also has a FaceBook page with lots of great information on these majestic birds and their activity during the year.

Roseate Spoonbill

Pink Spoonbills in Flight

Birdwatching on Marco Island is more exciting with color!  Another of my favorite birds around Marco and the 10,000 island area is the roseate spoonbill.  The spoonbill is a beautiful pink wading bird. Although rare to see on Marco, they have been spotted near Tigertail Beach.  Visitors taking eco tours of the 10,000 islands commonly get to see the roseate spoonbill.  I was fortunate enough to see one on a boat tour a few years ago and again on a drive along Turner Loop Road in the Everglades.  The roseate spoonbill has bright pink feathers and red eyes with a giant spoon-shaped bill.  These birds are especially beautiful in flight flying with their outstretched necks.  A couple of neat facts about the spoonbill:  They bald as they mature by losing feathers from the top of their head.  And their pink color comes from the crustaceans they eat containing pigments called carotenoids that turn their feathers pink.

Least Terns Nesting on Marco Island

Least Terns on Tigertail Beach

The least tern is the smallest of the American terns.  They grow to a length of 8 1/2 to 9 inches with a wingspan of 21-23 inches.  Tigertail Beach on Marco Island is one of the largest nesting areas in Southwest Florida for the least tern.  This bird has a gray back, black wings, a yellow beak and a white belly.  It also has pointed wings and a forked tail.  Least terns nest in colonies and stay on sandy beaches with a path to the water.  They also are listed as a threatened species.  Visitors to the island can walk along the north tip of Tigertail Beach during nesting season (April-August) and see large colonies of 200 or more least terns nesting. Nesting areas are roped off to protect the nesting birds.  Signs give warnings to keep a distance from nesting birds.

Black Skimmers on Marco 

Black Skimmers

Black skimmers can be found year round on Marco Island.  The island has the largest black skimmer colony in the state at the end of Tigertail Beach.  Many of the black skimmers on Marco are banded to track the movements, lifespans, and survival rate of the species.  Black skimmers also nest in large colonies around April-August.  Visitors to the Big Marco Pass area during nesting season can see colonies of 400 or more black skimmers.  The area is roped off and visitors must keep a distance from the nesting birds.  Although normally a calm bird, the black skimmer will dive bomb anything getting close to a nest of newly hatched chicks.  During the winter months, visitors to the island will see black skimmers resting on the beach in front of the Marriott.

The black skimmer has a wingspan of around 45 inches.  They have a black back, white belly, orange-red legs, and a black-and-red bill.  Orange color on their bill and legs make them easy to spot.  Black skimmers fly very low above the water.

Snowy Egrets Along the Beach

Snowy Egret

It's not often you walk along Marco Island's beautiful beaches without one of these guys joining you!  Known for their "strut" and "ruffled feathers" the snowy egret can become quite comical in their appearance.  (Makes for a great photo!)  The snowy egret is a water bird that is around 26" tall with white feathers and a black bill.  It has black legs and bright yellow feet.  In spring, the egret has "fancy" lace-like feathers on its head and along its back for its showy displays of courtship.  Marco's snowy egrets are very used to people and will virtually "walk the beach" with you!

Great Blue Heron

Great Blue Heron

The great blue heron is the tallest of the wading birds.  It is slate blue in color with a white head, a black stripe above the eye, and a yellow bill.  This bird has a wing span of 65-79 inches.   The blue heron is a solitary bird that can usually be seen standing motionless in shallow water.  I have seen  great blue heron along Tigertail.  Taking an eco tour or a drive to the Everglades along Turner Road is a great way to see a blue heron.

Anhinga (Piano Bird)

Female Anhinga (Piano Bird)

The Anhinga is a most unusual bird.  It swims with its webbed feet, can dive under water, and spears its food by rapidly stretching out the neck.  Anhingas feathers are not waterproof as other types of water birds and their feathers get soaked when they are submerged in water.  They cannot stay in the water for long periods of

Anhinga diving

time.  The bird stands with it's feathers fanned out to dry.  Anhingas are seen with outstretched wings in trees once they are dry enough to fly.  The male anhinga is a glossy black with white tail feathers.  When outstretched, the bottom of the male's wings have white strips that resemble piano keys and they are sometimes called "paino birds".  The female is pale gray in color or light brown.  I took the picture of this bird at the Big Cypress Welcome Center along the boardwalk.

Sea Mar Condo is the Perfect Place to Stay for Bird Watching on Marco Island

Sea Mar Condo is located on the south end of Tigertail Beach and the north end of Marco Island's South (Crescent Beach).  Our 19th floor penthouse condo overlooks South Beach with beautiful views of the beach and Gulf waters.  We are a short 40 minute drive to Big Cypress National Preserve and Everglades City.  There are many guided eco tours of the 10,000 islands from a short 5 minute drive to Caxambus Park or Rose Marina.  All of these areas are perfect for bird watching on Marco Island (and surrounding areas).  Visit our website https://seamarcondo.com/ for more information on Marco Island and Sea Mar Condo.  We would love to have you as our guests!

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Victims of Child Sex Abuse must speak out without fear or shame

A new four-hour documentary has been released: Leaving Neverland, in which Wade Robson and James Safechuck’s describe being systematically sexually abused, by the now deceased pop star, Michael Jackson. When Jackson was first accused I remember my sense of incredulity and shock. The Martin Bashir documentary that followed some years later was more equivocal. Jackson was vociferous in his denial of any sexual misconduct in 2003. Jackson is dead and like Jimmy Savile, he took his secrets to his grave.

In the UK Jimmy Saville, Gary Glitter and Rolf Harris  have been branded and shamed as sex offenders and predators. Giant figures during my childhood; they were protected by fame, money, and in some instances the BBC. How long did it take for victims to come forward? Decades. Louis Theroux’s documentary: Savile left an indelible impression on my psyche. I recall one line from the film, ‘It’s not monsters who abuse children, it’s nice men.’ Naturally, they have to be nice in order to win the trust of children otherwise how can they secure access? 

In the specific cases of Savile and Jackson their celebrity was a magnet, it is easy to see how parents could be star struck, children seduced by the attention and lavish gifts bestowed upon them.

I grew up thinking Michael Jackson was an icon and genius, who triumphed over adversity, despite his brutal childhood at the hands of his bullying father. Jimmy Savile was a staple on national TV. Children dreamt of being on his programme Jim’ll Fix It- he was the man who made kids dreams come true. Rolf Harris could draw cartoon characters in seconds. His creations filled me with awe and wonder. Jackson and Savile are dead, Harris and Glitter are in jail? Why am I so perturbed by all these cases? Three years ago I remembered being sexually abused by a family member, since recalling I have experienced vivid and horrific flashbacks - my life has changed irrevocably. I, too, still try and protect my abuser, failing to achieve closure, while the family have cut off contact; certain friends don't want to know; others are incredulous; a small handful though have been supportive and shown empathy. 

I started drawing the flashbacks of my own CSA, some of the images may cause distress, but art, writing and now music are my only sanctuary. I believe my drawings are evidence that something indeed happened to me in the small room before the aged of four. The desire to be believed is at times excruciating.

From a young age I was allowed to sleep alone with the perpetrator, while my mother slept in another room. The last day I saw my mother we became embroiled in an argument and it was then that I confronted her asking why did she allow me to sleep with a man who was not my biological father? How could this have happened under her watch and she retorted, ‘You loved him so much you went on your own.’ So, I am solely culpable then? According to her I went to my abuser night after night voluntarily. She neglected to mention when all of this started and when it stopped. There are still so many unanswered questions. Let it go, I say, but it is my brain that is clawing for the truth. All I do know is from the age of four to eighteen I was emotionally withdrawn eschewing all hugs and affection, even from my sisters, and I wouldn’t let my abuser come anywhere near me physically when I no longer slept with him in the small room. As a child I didn’t like to wash, sometimes refusing to for days, I wore clothes that were too big, as if ashamed of my body, I developed O.C.D (obsessive compulsive disorder) seeking extreme order in what was a chaotic, emotionally and physically abusive household. I was a solitary child, living in an imaginary dream world, it was aged four that I started to assiduously draw. As a teenager I struggled with my interpersonal relations and seemed to be drawn to predatory and insalubrious types. My erratic behaviour and mental unravelling is all documented in my book Schizophrenics Can Be Good Mothers Too written under the pseudonym Q S Lam (2014 Muswell Hill Press). Some of my more extreme behaviour is understandable now, often I was seeking dopamine, which is a form of pain relief. To this day I have to control this tendency towards extremity. When my mother asked him if he had abused me, he roared like a wounded lion, ran upstairs, broke down in tears in front of my niece and nephew and has not spoken to me since. 

It’s as if I am dead. And yet I spent my whole life trying to please my abuser and seek his approbation, this is the sad and tragic irony of this tale. 

I oscillate - sometimes minimising, negating, blocking, refusing to accept the flashbacks as real, even dismissing them as false memories. But after extensive reading and the more experts I have spoken to in this field, I keep hearing the same response - that they have heard my story verbatim from other survivors of CSA. Recalling the abuse decades later is not uncommon. I still remember sitting at my desk, clutching my head, rocking back and forth in an intense state of agitation until I felt my skull split open, a luminous green goo oozed out and then dissipated. It was after this vivid hallucination that I had the realisation that I was abused. It does sound odd, but this is what happened. It was shortly after this that I started making music, I can now play keyboards and guitar, I started singing again after a 33 year break and during the last two years I have produced 400 pieces of music - it is the only art form that ameliorates the pain. 

No one really wants to hear about CSA, no one really cares about your abuse, it makes people very uncomfortable, victims are supposed to suck it up, to be stoic, to forgive and forget and move on. But you never forget, this stuff haunts you for life. Jackson’s victims stayed silent for decades, my secret stayed buried for decades, my mother’s abuse was also her secret for fifty years until she finally told me in 2014, two years before I recalled my own CSA. Abuse is often generational. You simply can't keep secrets like this inside, if you do you are ensuring the slow death of your soul. The truth has to come out and it always does.

When I finally plucked up the courage to press charges, the process was protracted, communication with the police sporadic, and the case was passed from one officer to another. None of the questions raised in my detailed statement were addressed, my abuser denied everything; he had a solicitor present. Ironically, afterwards, I felt guilty for subjecting him to this ordeal and when asked if I wanted to prosecute I said, ‘No.’ It is not uncommon for victims to protect their abusers, a condition called Stockholm Syndrome. One of Jackson’s victims also spoke about his guilt, his denial of the abuse, and his natural instinct to shield Jackson. The legal system doesn’t give victims much confidence that justice can be fairly achieved either.

When I was eighteen I was sexually assaulted on a bus, I took the man to court. It was masterly the way the lawyer discredited me while the accused just sat smugly with his wife and was found not guilty. In 2015 I wrote an article for the Huffington Post about the sexual assaults I have been subjected to over the years- this was before the #metoo movement exploded - I was trolled.

 In my own case then the perpetrator will also take his secrets to his grave. I won’t get closure and nor will Michael Jackson’s two victims ever get a chance to confront him face to face.

Abuse frequently occurs within families, protective walls come crashing down, the victim is often the one that is not believed and sometimes even ostracised. Both of Jackson’s victims in the Leaving Neverland documentary spoke of their ongoing sleep problems, long term depression and the symptoms of CPTSD (Complex Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome). I struggle with all of the same problems and more. Help is out there, but for many of us we just have to live with the memories, not knowing when you will get another flashback, carrying a constant heaviness inside, grappling with irritability and a deep restlessness, believing that something is wrong at the very core of your being. You carry on, as we all must, try to edge towards the light and leave the darkness behind.

Survivors of abuse must speak out, share their stories, not feel ashamed and not care if they are believed or not. You have no idea how long I have wanted to write down these words, it was shame and stigma that inhibited me, but reading about these two men has given me the courage to also share my story, I am the one living through the hell of remembering and I have no reason to fabricate my story either. I sincerely hope the two brave survivors in the documentary have attained some kind of catharsis now. At the end of the screening they received a standing ovation, the audience was left shell shocked, Jackson’s legacy is shattered, but the lives of his victims are too.

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Fly-In Fishing in Ontario: Unveiling Nature's Untamed Angling Paradise

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For the dedicated fly fisherman, these untamed waters offer a veritable playground of opportunities. Each lake and river system harbors its own unique blend of species, from the powerful and elusive northern pike to the acrobatic smallmouth bass and the iconic walleye. Anglers must rely on a deep understanding of these fish's habits, employing a variety of techniques and fly patterns to entice strikes from these wary quarries.

The thrill of the hunt is heightened by the remote nature of these destinations, where anglers are truly immersed in the wilderness. Whether wading through a crystal-clear stream or casting from a sturdy boat, every moment is a reminder of the raw power and beauty of nature. Each cast holds the promise of a heart-pounding strike, and every battle with a hard-fighting fish becomes an unforgettable tale to be shared around the crackling campfire.

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As the sun sets over the mirror-like waters, casting a warm glow across the rugged landscapes, anglers can reflect on the day's adventures, reveling in the memories forged and the connections made with these untamed realms. It's a reminder that in Ontario's vast wilderness, the true treasure lies not only in the fish caught but in the experience itself – a celebration of nature's raw power and an invitation to disconnect and reconnect with the primal rhythms of the natural world. https://uchilakelodge.com/