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- Looking for partners
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- Genres
- Basically anything as long as it has a good story line.
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Deva's burnt eyes saw little of the transformation that occurred in front of her. She felt the change in the air. She felt the shift in the being or whatever it was that Merrek was meant to be. Yet, the details eluded her. "My apologies, strange one. What I am asking you to do is to allow me to cut into your skin and draw some of what you are made of so I can examine it further." She was very stark with her words at that point, her expression somewhat hinting on the fact she hoped that her words were clear the first time so she would not need to speak so openly, but it could not be helped. "Life forcers understand the threads. Healers mend the body. But shamans draw on the physical to understand the weaknesses, strengths and threats of a being." Indeed, shamans where the hunters. Like predators they caught prey for food but also study to know how to exploit the weakness or strength, how to eliminate potential danger. They stood next to life forcers in defense of the village. Deva herself was a living proof of the sacrifices, hardships but also invaluable work that protected this settlement.