Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)
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Horse Archer, RPG Gamer, and part time Writer of Character based stories.
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Symbiotic: Chapter 7
The cave entrance erupted into chaos as the next wave surged forward. Expecting to see three, or maybe even Four creatures next she groans as the wave comes into view at the cave entrance. One Jungle Cat, two Rock Constrictors, and three Monkey Maulers. Six predators, all snarling, hissing, and clawing to get inside. Sara’s heart sank. The escalation was brutal. "Three creatures to six? That’s not a wave, that’s a flood!"
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 6
The second Constrictor’s body scraped against stone as it entered, eyes glinting in the dim light. Sara gripped her punch dagger, her bat laying on the ground beside her where she had dropped it, but the cave was too narrow, the walls too close. There was no room for wide arc swings, no space for the Power Swing that had saved her so many times.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 5
Sara’s hunt became a relentless march through the jungle, her robe whispering with silver threads as her bat pulsed faintly in her grip. She no longer waited for predators to find her. She sought them out, following the subtle tug of her Danger Sense like a compass. Each flicker of warning was not a call to retreat, but a beacon guiding her toward the next fight, the next source of strength for her growing network.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 4
Sara had taken the time to rest, letting her body adjust to the strange new balance of her stats. The ache in her leg was still there, but she could feel the network humming faintly inside her, spores knitting strength into her frame. She wasn’t healed, not yet, but she was steadier. And steadier meant ready to hunt.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 3
Sara limped forward, each step a reminder of the Mauler’s bite tearing at her leg. The silver-threaded bat doubled as a cane, its weight steadying her as she pushed deeper into the jungle. Retreat wasn’t an option. Behind her lay only blood and broken branches. Ahead, perhaps, shelter.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Sara pressed her back against the tree, heart still pounding from the encounter, but her mind refused to sit idle. Frustration burned through her fear. If the System was treating her fungi as party members, then there had to be a logic to it. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to think, and the sterile memory of her lab rose unbidden to her mind.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic
Microbiologist Sara Bloom sat happily in her favorite place in the world. Recorder on. Notes Ready. Hands sifting through rich loam. She brushed her bare fingers through the soil, feeling the damp grit cling to her skin. The strands of mycorrhizal fungi tangled like threads of silk, delicate and alive, weaving unseen connections beneath the surface. She leaned closer, fascinated, murmuring notes to herself as she teased apart the networks that bound root to root, life to life.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)2 months ago in Fiction
“The Empty Vessel and the Unyielding Flame”
“The Empty Vessel and the Unyielding Flame” At Waking Summit Monastery, where clouds bowed low to the mountain and monks bowed lower still to the First Ones, the Doyho was more than a sparring circle, it was a crucible of spirit. And within it, two names echoed like drumbeats: the eldest Disciples. Komuso, the Empty Vessel, and Jiro, the Unyielding Flame.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)3 months ago in Fiction
