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The Nebula's Tide ch 12 A New FaceThe Nebula's Tide ch 12 by Boxjelly1
“Ow.” Kala cradled her arm, rubbing her bruised elbow with a wince of pain. The doctor had forgotten Treta’s warning to brace for turbulence, the nebula’s cloud outside her port window having served as a captivating distraction. It wasn’t until Galliano’s com message that she remembered and leapt for the bunk to try and take hold. What followed was a jostled and bumpy ride in which she somehow managed to bang up every part of her body. When they broke free she was thrown to the floor, hitting her elbow and striking the funny bone with thud that left her arm burning.
As Kala sat up, leaning her back against the bed, a slight hiss from across the room drew her attention to a safety hold that had apparently emerged earlier from the wall. She cursed the wanton sound of its retreat as it mechanically, and smugly, slunk back behind its hidden panel.
Art is my obsession! I try to express my creativity any way that I can, whether that's in my digital media, writing, fanfiction, music or anything other media of expression I'm yet to try. I love art but i also love music, laughing, singing (poorly) , dancing, and eating. (as you may learn from my gallery, villians are my favorite )|
I pour my imagination into my drawings (as best I can anyway) but what is on my paper is only a small percent of what is in my mind. Still, I always try to improve, to someday share all the magic that I otherwise see in every moment.
So I hope you enjoy what I have to offer. And may the rest of your day be an awesome one!