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Posted on the 11th of November 2017

Saoirse (SOR-sha) was the fore runner to newer characters. A true celtic warrioress. She was the transition to DAZ 3D. Modestly tattooed to tempt the soul.

Night Walker

Night Walkers

Working on some skins for Saoirse. Trying to match it all together for the make ... see more below

Nordic Breeze DT

Must have been 15 variations on design. BUT now, the hair, the hair, who are tho ... see more below

Nordic Breeze MOB

Twin Self

Twin Self Front

Back to the drawing board, Something not right

Twin Self Back

Myself 4K

Too Myself (Saoirse)

Myself (Saoirse)

By Myself

But We did come up with some cool desktop wallpaper ideas

Sitting by Myself

And there has been many phases in the evolution of Saoirse

All By Myself

Experimenting with Saoirse(MOB)

So we need to focus on getting this machine

Experimenting with Saoirse

Saoirse Regina (DT)

Once again, One must display their failures in order to improve through humiliation.

Saoirse Regina

WTF, the muse needs to get off the drugs. What is she thinking.

Nother Saoirse (Desktop)

Nother Saoirse (Mobile)

Saoirses Moons

One must display their failures in order to improve through humiliation.

Saoirse Full Moon

Saoirse Blue Moon

The soul is definitely there, but she's not shining through.

Saoirse Blood Moon

The muse needs a holiday, it's not happening.

Its Me

AND THEN WTF. Why I ever posted this is beyond me. What was the muse thinking. Hideous.

Upstanding Saoirse 3

Upstanding Saoirse 2

Upstanding Saoirse 1

Upstanding Saoirse Triptych

Saoirse-Tribulations

Saoirse Debut

Poser is now a thing of the past. And so Saoirse is born. Pronounced Sor-Sha.

Poetry

The Garden

The following poems are randomly selected from part A of the Garden series.

If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.

The Wanderer's Wish

If I died in your arms,
Where would you lay me?
If I needed to be helped,
Would you come and save me?
All these questions that could be asked,
The answers, I need never know.
For they are locked away,
Only you know how high the roses will grow.

The colour of our roses,
Bloom in burgundy and blue,
Thorns of hatred are blunt;
Isn't this the way we grew?
A fragrance beyond all encounters,
Deep colours like blood flow,
Into our hearts, deepening this love;
Only you know, how high the roses will grow.

Descendant of the Dark

HAH !!! Do you think that you can keep me out? Yes, yes, you. The mere mortal that you are.

Well now, before you even think about closing your eyes, or looking elsewhere, think. Are the knees getting a bit weak? I, am going to grant you an interesting opportunity. And that is to be, that you shall meet and be introduced to my fellow assistants.

Since I'm in such a good mood, strange as it may be, I'll even release you. You may return back to that humble Garden if you so desire. It is there, if you wish to, that you may protect it's inferior beings. If you can!

A mortal! Hah, hah, hah! Has the Wanderer taken leave of his senses?

Guards!

Take this, this imbecile to meet his destiny.

Ho Hum, it's hard at the top. I've done it again, haven't I? I've forgotten to introduce myself. Fancy that. But, then again, everyone knows that I'm Natas, Descendant of the Dark. Lord of the Infidel.

West Coast ( Kindaal's Thoughts )

Where's the Runner, he's been gone too long?
I sent him out to report on how Ferral is going.
Then again, he may be on his way now.
One thing is for sure, my temper is growing.

My patience was at it's tethers end,
So I sent out another Runner on the third day.
The second Runner was only gone for the night,
When he came back, this was all he could say.

"I looked all over the Between Kindaal,
To see nothing, except it's heat haze.
I climbed the Highlands, to see a disturbance,
It looked like the Two Towers were ablaze."

It seems to me that Ferral has progressed well,
Better than I had possibly thought.
Well, time to make a move forwards,
To help Ferral on his fantastic haunt.

Nothing's Inhabitants pt 1

Here I stand in a garden,
Looking over a vastness of Nothing.
My friends stand close by,
Searching it's horizons for something.

We enjoy our own company,
As we know each other well.
Our domain is rarely challenged,
Excepting for the occasional cell.

Seasons change in favour for the foes,
Who march on Nothing's void.
Increasingly closer these villains approach,
Taking our sustenance into the void.

My friends shout, a shout of defiance,
Informing me of our Wandering Friend,
He visits on a weekly basis,
Delivering a blow to our foe's evil trend.

A Proud Tender

In ancient times, they had there oddities,
Just as we have them with us now.
Their descendants changed in shapes and sizes,
The farmer forced to put away his plough.

I, am a proud descendant of the Emu,
A proud bird, who roamed the Ancient Lands.
The traits, of no flight remained though,
Imagine a Dragon, stuck fast on Garden's sands.

We did develop larger wings to compensate,
However, our huge bodies are too heavy.
But, this is only a physical restraint;
As the Great One, gave us the gift of Levee.

We are true dragons in all aspects,
Mystics in soul, in body we are Tenders.
We hardly ever, leave the borders of the Levee,
In the same way as the Ancient Pretenders.

Battle Cry

We are the "All Ferocious of the Fierce,"
Warmongers, strategists, destroyers of evil.
Known only as the Niknogard,
Seen only in the guise of a humble weevil.

The Dihpa are seen as a succulent dessert,
Believe you me, we all have a sweet tooth.
Our motto, for the Royal Tenders Guard,
Is, "Destroy all evil, uphold honour and truth."

To hear the battle cry of the Niknogard,
Will deliver a blow to the heart;
To the good, 'tis the blow of uplifting;
To evil, 'tis the sound of Death's Cart.

"Destroy all evil, uphold honour and truth,
Sever the roots, burn it's liars,
Uproot all evil, and as for proof,
We will behead, Nothing's Squires."