✨Lakefront Sagas✨

I like the f-word a little too much, lol. 

Don’t know why this needs to be said, but please DO NOT speak to me romantically, intimately, or sexually. It makes me EXTREMELY uncomfortable. Do that shit to me, and I will block you. 

Got sick and am STILL being passed around from place to place. It’s getting really aggravating now because I have not been able to actually stop for a moment and work on the Prologue whatsoever for these past five days. I am HOPING that tomorrow will be better. 

I appreciate all of you mates. ^^

The United States bombed parts of Venezuela’s capital, Caracas. What in the actual fuck?! 

Once I get back from an event, I can finally work on the Prologue. (Hoping I am not dragged to partake another thing.)

But Happy New Year regardless, mates! 

Just a heads up that I might not be able to release the Prologue for Rising Storm today. My brother’s friend’s family stopped by unexpectedly, so I haven’t been able to retreat to my room to work on it. 

Here is another Rising Storm - Prologue sneak-peek! ^^
          
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          The gentle silver light of the moon broke through the tree canopies, leaving pale hues against anything it touched. A nervous brown tabby feline crept through the thick foliage of ferns and marigold bushes, observing their surroundings apprehensively as their star-spotted pelt flickered slightly. The mud pushed down underneath the weight of their paws with a gentle squish as the brown tabby continued their path. 
          	As they reached a sudden drop that revealed a steep cliff, the brown tabby spotted a torrential river below. They stealthily strode towards a thin stretch that gradually flowed down alongside the cliffside, a sharp rush of cold striking their paws as they touched its smooth stone, worn from generations travelling the slope. The soft breeze flowed up against the cliff, ruffling the brown tabby’s fur as they descended to the riverside that crept slowly against a small coast of pebbles and sand. 
          They made their way along the coast, the air now thick with mist. They turned their head to see what looked like a sizable crack in the imposing cliff wall. With a gentle sigh, the brown tabby slipped into what was presumably the cave entrance they were told to enter — or they hoped it was.

Sorry for the third random announcement today, but has anyone else noticed that Mountain Dew: Voltage's flavour has become less sharp and tastes even more like raspberry than before?