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</div>Sarah Lillian Kingsley</span></span></b></span><br/><br/>Alias: Gaia<br/><b>Primary Nicknames</b>: Druid - Gaia<br/><b>Age: </b>36<br/><b>Time:</b>June 2021 - June 2022<br/><b>Location: </b>Georgetown LA - NE of Sacramento<br/><b>Mood Music: <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F224HtFMJtjcUGWQuWVwFNN%3Fsi%3D95bd86e5587641f8&amp;hash=47b1c5c9be89968131dc0685db61cf0a" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/224HtFMJtjcUGWQuWVwFNN?si=95bd86e5587641f8" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Keep Your Head Up</a><br/>
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Indirect:</b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>It had been one year to today that Sarah had gotten her powers. The secret facility in Georgetown LA had been scrubbed clean of all the evidence of what had happend. All employees dead, their families paid off or threatened. The plant they had been studied there the cause of it all. The same plant, which was now firmly part of Sarah's being. 'The Gift' she had come to call it, and it was a true gift indeed. She had seen the error of human way and knew the planet was to be cleansed of the cancer that spread on this majectic globe.<br/><br/>Yet almost a year ago, Sarah had been terrified and confused. Awaking in a facility full of lifeless bodies. She the only survivor somehow. She had fled and hid. Scared she would be held accountable. She had wept and been scared and she had slept. Her body<div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1672750539287-png.139541/" title="1672750539287.png">
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</div>seemingly deprived of any energy.<br/><br/><b><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><span style="font-size: 22px">WINTER</span></span></span></b><br/>When she had awoken she had felt ... different. Her body also seemed different. Her normal golden hair having lost it's glow and being more ashen white than usual. Her emotions melancholic, sad and gloomy. In her ashen hair, flowers were growing. Snowdrops to be more precise, hidden among her locks.<br/>In her confusion and fear she had washed and scrubbed and plucked all of the flowers from her hair. Upon plucking them they withered immediately. Only for them to return the next day.<br/>Her nights were troubled, filled with dreams and voices. In her confusion she decided to travel back East, to her hometown. Only to find out she had also been declared dead. Standing solemnly in the back, hidden from view, she had attended her own funeral. A symbolic event to close of that part of her life forever.<br/><br/><b><i><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(46, 139, 87)">SPRING</span></span></span></i></b><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1672777597271-jpeg.139570/" title="1672777597271.jpeg">
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</div>After attending her own funeral she felt a pull back West. By now she had left most of her wordly possessions behind and moved back West on foot. Trudging through nature and avoiding humanity as much as she could. She slept in the softest beds of moss and grass. Nature provided her with clothes. She admired nature and by her own shock communed with animals. It was during her trip she had awaken once more changed. Basking in a clear river stream, her reflection was both alien and familiar to her. Her skin holding a slight green tint. Her hair while still long on one side had been shaven to stuble on the other. Her hair dotted with fresh spring flowers. There were Daffodils, Primrose and magnolias.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1672777881963-jpeg.139571/" title="1672777881963.jpeg">
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</div><br/>While making her way down West she kept feeling more lose, joyfull and whimsical. Eventually she decided to stop in one town and decided in a fit to get some tatoos. People stared yet she didn't mind. She got a green plant tattoo running all the way from the left side of her head all the way down, past her neck, shoulder to her arm. On her right thigh she got a black flower tattoo.<br/><br/>As the days passed and she walked more in nature she felt more at peace. Leaving the busy world of humanity behind her. Yet a girl gets lonely. When she happened upon a couple of hikers she wanted to have some fun. She deserved it right. As she walked upto the backpackers, they shot her weird glances. She felt an energy within her, a hunger and wanted to teleport towards them. Yet when she attempted to teleport, her tricky spring personality didn't teleport her. NO the couple got teleported and stood right in front of her, confused and scared.<br/><b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(46, 139, 87)">"Auw you two are sooo cute! I'm so glad you are here to share this beautiful day in nature with me!"</span></i></b>she squeled as she threw her arms around the couple. Her pheromones at this close proximity already penetrating deep within the male's system. His attempts to break free of Sarah's hug stopped almost as soon as they had started. The girl clearly put up more of a fight and pushed herself off of Sarah. A<b><i> "What The Hell"</i></b>escaping from her mouth before Sarah giggled and vines sprouted from the ground, binding the girl in place.<br/><b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(46, 139, 87)">"I'll get to you later" </span></i></b>she laughed in an almost schoolgirl like fashion, before turning back to the guy, standing as if in a dream. Sarah had mounted the guy within minutes, his body ready at her disposal. She had bucked and ridden his mutiple times, only stopping briefly after he shot his first load, much to her disaproval. Lucky her powers had helped, as tree branches had penetrated the guy and controlled him like a puppet. When she had finally had had her fill of him the branches wrapped around his body and he was almost absorbed into the tree. His face still visible in the tree trunk. So lovely. By now the female had long been subdued by her phermones. Wanting for some dessert, she entrapped the woman in vines, laying on the ground. She took position on her face and starting moving back and forth, commanding her now willing puppet to eat her out. After comming down from her... 5th? or was it 6th orgasms she noticed the girl had stopped moving. She got up and looked down at the girl now almost completely absorbed by nature and the soil. She snapped her fingers and the body was swallowed whole by nature. Sarah stood and look back at where her two lovers now lay, one with nature.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(46, 139, 87)">"That was lovely darlings, and look you'll be together forever now, here in nature" </span></b>she giggled and blew a kiss back at them before continuing her track West.<br/><br/><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><span style="font-size: 22px">SUMMER</span></span></span></i></b><br/>Sadly her fun spring mentallity didn't last long. When she passed the gorgeous Yosemity National Park she snapped. Walking through the park, keeping off the beaten path she happened upon a clearing. Well not so much happened upon, as led there by the birds flying around her and warning her. The clearing was man made, or machine made. It were loggers, going about their business that felt the wrath of her Summer state.<br/>Seeing the destruction of this beautiful valley made her snap. This time she felt the changes instead of waking up to find them. Her hair turned golden, almost her natural color. The shaven part once again having long locks. Roses growing from her hair. She teleported to the middle of the clearing. To the loggers it was almost as if a Sun appeared in front of them due to the radiant glare.<br/><br/>These poor souls didn't stand a chance. Before their eyes could adjust to the beam of light, a hail of thorns shot outwards to all in the clearing. Following the thorns, giant vines sprouted from the ground. The heavy machines were thrown away as if they were nothing more than mere toys. SLowly walking through the clearning she finished off any remaining logger quickly. When she was about done, she found a young man hiding, just a mere scratch on his cheek. She bent down and placed her finger under his chin, pulling him up. Looking him in the eyes she contemplated what to do with this vessel. She decided to sent a message and leave this place be.<br/><br/>The next day, people happening by the clearing saw a young man hanging crucified to a tree. When the crows eating the remains of the man scattered, they could see the message she had left. His mouth agape with vines sprouting out of them and a message hunging from his neck, reading 'MURDERERS'.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><b>AUTUMN</b></span></span></span><br/>Sarah her Summer went away as fast as it came. By the next morning as she was closing in on her goal, the town of Georgetown. She had changed into Autumn. Her hair a strawberry blond. Red and yellow leaves intertwined in her locks. She was was calm and at peace. When she cressed a hill her goal lay in front of her. The place where all of this had begun. The old abandoned facility and the connected small town of Georgetown. She knew exactly what she would do and she looked forward to it. A smirk on her face and a glimmer in her eyes