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Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

@TakeoEndo I think in my next post, I'm going to have her dream/remember things. I hope that's not too cliche.

Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

@TakeoEndo Posted :)

Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

One hand held Alexander's and the other held a death grip over her protection spell. In a normal casting situation, the spell would hold for a brief period then fade. Clara couldn't afford for that to happen. Once she felt the spell weaken, she would cast it again keeping the spell in a continuous loop of protection. This excessive spell-work would have been a very poor decision if the situation were different. A continuous looping of spells could drain a person in a matter of minutes, but Clara had her powers combined with Alexander's, which allowed her to continue this dangerous process. Sadly, their shared candle was burning at both ends. The barrier was eating away at her energy filled protection spell and she was burning up energy in order to keep it in a loop. The first strike made her cry out in pain. It had attacked them. It was not a reaction she had thought about. She had theorized that the barrier would simply try to eat away at them like some sort of acidic substance, but for it to strike them like that. It was almost like the dome had a form of consciousness. Her spell obviously could not block energy bolts very well. It was a feeling of white hot fire racing over them but not quite touching the flesh. That showed that her spell was still working properly. Her mind cried out and her heart quivered, but she stood stubbornly against the attacks like on old tree weathering a horrible storm. Clara's lip withstood a hard bite from it's master then she repeated the incantation in shaky voice. Without it, they would be eaten alive by the barrier. More strikes came and each one seemed to pull away at her mind and body. She couldn't think, her arms felt like molten stubs of mutated flesh. She couldn't feel Alexander's hand in hers, but she could feel their connection still pulsating through them. Breathing deeply, she focused all her efforts to keep moving forward and continue to loop the spell, but fatigue was getting the best of her. Clara's voice grew weaker and weaker to the point were she seemed to whisper the spell like a sad attempt at a prayer to whatever deity could hear her. The young mage's body felt like it endured some physical blows as well, but at that point, she felt rather numb. Clara's legs felt like wet leaves but somehow they continued to press onward almost like they no longer needed directions from her mind. Parts of her cried for her to stop, tried reasoning with her. They would live if they turned around, stop fighting this. It hurts. It hurts. Thankfully, she ignored those cries and bit her lip again with a sick grin spreading across her tortured face. The pain would eventually go away either when they successfully reach the other side of the barrier or it would end in their death. Quitting seemed like a ridiculous solution. This thought seemed to calm the voices and give her a better reason to push on. It took Clara several minutes to realize that they had passed through. Her lips moved weak and wordlessly with incantations, while her free hand bled from her nails embedding themselves into her palm. She couldn't feel her crying body, but could only feel the torturous throbbing of her mind like a thunderous pulse. Trails of tears begun to dry on her cheeks though had wasn't aware of ever shedding them. It must have been a result of the pain they had endured. That's right, Alexander was with her. Unable to open her eyes, she felt him lean against her. His body, like hers was cold and sweaty with fatigue. They both seemed to sink to the ground, but continued to hold hands. At that point, Clara was so numb she wasn't sure she even had the ability to loosen her grip.

Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

@TakeoEndo Very nice! I'll start work on my post soon. :) It would make sense for them to rest some and regain their strength after such a feat right?

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Someone brought up a question about mature content and here is the best way I know to explain my threshold for mature content.

I don't like too much strong language. I don't like too much gore. I don't like too much sexual content.

Too much cussing (Example: F___ you little F___ F__ F__), too much gore (Example: The monster pressed his giant thumb against the back of the woman's head and it popped off her body like a cork from a bottle of champagne. Then the monster, using the points of his nails, pulled her spine out like it was an illusive worm and wiggled it with amusement), too much sexual content or turning the plot to smut (Example: Sex 3 times a day or every day. Example 2: Everything arouses a character. Example 3: Character talks about doing sexual things all the time or thinks about it all the time.)

I'm looking to write a good plot. Mature content can make things interesting but if it takes away from the plot, then I don't want it at all. I try to do mostly action/adventure plots which means that sexual content might happen but not if the plot doesn't swing in that direction. What is more likely to happen is gore and cursing though.
I don't mind cursing in moderation. I don't mind to f-bomb, but I don't want it used like the example I showed.

Human-Born (1x1) [oOWonderKinOo]x[XxLyraxX]

@XxLyraxX Okie dokie ^_^

Human-Born (1x1) [oOWonderKinOo]x[XxLyraxX]

@XxLyraxX I think it's fine to start showing small bits of it. I already mentioned that Elly moved unusually fast while walking to Raven and she could cause the air to move according to her emotions.

Human-Born (1x1) [oOWonderKinOo]x[XxLyraxX]

@XxLyraxX Posted ^_^

Human-Born (1x1) [oOWonderKinOo]x[XxLyraxX]

Elly gave another kind nod then waved him off again. Looking at the guy made her feel sorry for him. She knew the name of the business and it was very popular. Flower shops only saw tons of people at once for things like holidays, birthdays, prom, weddings or business socials. Plus, it was a Sunday. She would either have small orders or the occasional walk in where someone wanted to grab a quick bouquet for their love or dear family member. The door was still locked and no one was waiting out in front, which simply showed how slow their weekend mornings were. The bell chimed happily, the sign flipped back over to say that they were open. Elly reached out for her apron only to notice that she forgot to take it off. The peace and calm of the flower shop was something she knew she took for granted. There were days where it was tense but it was not near as bad as other places like restaurants or bars. People usually came and left unless they were picking out flowers for a wedding. Glancing over the store once again, she took her place behind the counter and pulled out some scissors and some paper. During slow days like this, she would make paper flowers. To the people who worked at the shop and saw flowers everyday, the act of receiving them as a gift seemed more like an act of laziness. It was always easy to buy flowers from work and give them to someone, but it often lacked a intimate touch. That feeling that the person really put a lot of thought into it before making the purchase. This was what drew Elly to making paper flowers. They required a lot of time and practice to make. Depending on what it was, the process would take days or weeks. Lately, she had been making small paper roses to give to the other people who worked with her. They could pin them to their aprons without fear of them dying or having to bear the putrid fake fragrance that was often put on plastic flowers. Elly placed her iphone into a speaker system and poked at the screen until the internet radio turned on. The shop filled with the soft melodies of some new age song. She was a firm believer in mood music as well as vibrations from either talking or music helped keep plants healthy. The song picked up in beat causing her to hum along happily. What she wasn't aware of was the small bits of freshly cut paper were twitching and moving slowly across the counter. The pieces slid off the edge as if caught by a very gentle breeze, but there were no fans on or air conditioning on at the moment. The breeze seemed to have no origin, but it continued to carry the spare paper petals across the shop. Elly, who was cutting and placing the petals she was currently working with, was too preoccupied to notice the other missing petals.

Human-Born (1x1) [oOWonderKinOo]x[XxLyraxX]

I'll post tomorrow, I'm going to hop off for the night.