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@destinylinked​​ | Manhandling Symbol Starters

♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch.

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“Each of us has within us something that just won’t be denied.”

     “You know,” Jaskier started, sitting down on the trunk of an overgrown tree that must have fallen over some time ago, “That sounds awfully familiar.”      Giving Geralt a chance to interject and tell him where he might have heard it before or where Geralt might have it from, Jaskier wasn’t surprised that the time passed and the opportunity was left untaken.      “What’s your undeniable internal urge? Everyone has one must mean you do, too.” Jaskier asked, not expecting an actual reply to the question. After all, they had been talking about his desire to sing and write and create, and about how being in this forest for days all by themselves was both good and bad for that.      Jaskier put a foot against the tree, looking around. on its rind there was moss and smaller plants growing, other roots curling around parts of it like the forest was trying to devour its fallen comrade. Beautiful to the eye, despite it technically being something dead at the core of all of it.

Yiskah had been tracking the creature through the mountains for days. She was running on no sleep, travel rations and the ale in her canteen she’d been rationing. Even with her abilities and metabolism she was starving, dehydrated, and very near collapse. She felt like she would have had the cynocephalus long ago, if she hadn’t kept getting thrown off course. 

Due to the lack of soft soil in the rocky area, she’d had to rely on the sense of smell and displaced rocks and plant life to track it. Well, that and the eviscerated animals and travelers and the occasional set of footprints in blood. However, there was something else out here with the odor of dark magic and mutation, something other than the creature and other than her. 

She couldn’t get a bead on what it was, particularly. She had thought the thing might have a mate, or there was something trailing it and eating its leftovers. It wasn’t distinct or familiar enough to recognize, just strong enough to throw her off the proper path. 

Why does this also sound like a quote from me to you ��