#cira waters

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Even More New HOTD OCs

I have a problem i admit it (blame @ginevrastilinski-ocs and @ocmerunaway) , need to figure out their titles so i can add them to the masterlist

1 – Cira Waters in Nobody's Daughter (Florence Pugh); x Jace – Cira is a bastard girl on Dragonstone who one day accidentally runs into The Cannibal, almost dies but ends up claiming him (does not know that she's a dragon rider), Jace goes to investigate the chaos and finds this random bastard girl riding him

She inspires the idea of looking for more dragon riders

2 – Jaella Targaryen in In The Blood (Poppy Drayton) – one of Saera Targaryen's bastard's child from across the Narrow Sea, at some point Rhaenys, without telling anyone, decides to fly across the narrow sea to talk to her aunt Saera, Jaella decides to come back with her (just not sure about when, if she's back with them for Lord Of The Tides or not until the war)

3 – Sarisa Celtigar aka Lady Waters in If You Love Me For Me (Marina Ruy Barbosa); x Aegon & Aemond – inspired by Barbie Princess And The Pauper. Sarisa is from the Celtigar family (a noble house in the Crownlands), her father is not the heir though. Her parents liked to live beyond their means and incurred a lot of debt, in order to pay it off, their only child (Lady Sarisa) was sold to a pleasure house in flea bottom. The agreement was an upfront fee for her purchase, her virginity would be auctioned off to the highest bidder (Aegon) and her parents get 50% of that cost, and then some percentage of the earnings from every other client who pays for her

it's known that she used to be a lady but having been sold by her parents, she is now seen as no more than a bastard hence Lady Waters (mocking her having once been a lady, as well as mocking her having been disowned/forsaken by her parents); westeros version of My Parents Sold Me To One Direction

Aemond has to go get Aegon from a brothel again (maybe when everyone is there in Lord Of The Tides), as they're leaving they witness a kerfuffle in the streets, where one of the gold cloaks is about to kill this girl, claims she assaulted him, Aegon and Aemond are very confused by it all. What actually happened is that the gold cloak tried to assault her and she pushed him off but knocked him into something – she works at a brothel but this man wasn't trying to pay her, he decided that since she was a sex worker he could just take what he wanted

and Aemond doesn't know why but he defends the girl and brings her back to the Keep, which basically spirals into "it's her word against his so there's no proof that this is what happened" mixed with "even if she was free to leave and go back to the brothel, there's nothing stopping the gold cloak from going back tonight and killing her"; Aegon is already married and can't do much, Aemond still doesn't know what he's doing or why but basically ends up claiming her as his future bride and they're both very confused.

At first it's her being Aemond's intended but being with Aegon, and then eventually they just share her and she's very happy

4 – Valaenyra Targaryen in Family Tree (Anya Chalotra); x Alicent – Valaenyra is lowkey ripping off my Game Of Thrones oc (with the same face), Nymeria of Volantis. She is Saera Targaryen's daughter, meets Daemon and Laena when they're in the free cities and they kind of take her in (she's similar age to Laena, they're super close and see each other as sisters) and she returns with Daemon & the girls for Laena's funeral, goes super mama dragon protecting all of the kids during the big fight in Driftmark, but also becomes close with Alicent – doesn't agree with taking Luke's eye but agrees with "how the fuck does calling someone a bastard justify a child losing his eye???"

[dailyoverview]

Hurricane Milton is making its way across the Gulf of Mexico toward Florida, where it is expected to make landfall near Tampa Bay on Wednesday. On Monday evening, Milton reached Category 5 status with 180 mph sustained winds and 200+ mph gusts, but has weakened to Category 4 today. Milton’s eye is unusually small at 3.8 miles wide — a characteristic of more intense hurricanes. It will strike Florida less than two weeks after the state was hit by the devastating Hurricane Helene. Meteorologists have attributed the heightened intensity of both storms to warmer water temperatures in the Gulf of Mexico.

Video source: NOAA / CIRA GOES-19

[trucbiduleschouettes]

Also, actual colours of Vince and Cira! 

Vince is the youngest sister and the troublemaker one, Cira is the older, responsible sister

They do get along! Except when Vince ends up in her office because she caused problems on the water-sailing-ship-based monastery again 

Long story short, Cira is seen as a “blessed” one because she was born on a very specific day and is considered looked upon well by their whale deity, so she was kinda pushed to become head of the monastery because of that and feels like she has to be the responsible one

Vince was on the countrary born on a “ill omen” sorta day and since she knows she won’t be seen as as “blessed” as her sister on that front, she just do whatever while not pushing the line because she does respect the monastery and their deity a lot

They’re also both super short because although aasimar, they’re also gnome- 

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[a-shattered-reality]

What else would two growing children need...? They have food, shelter, water... And a friend, in each other.

Perhaps they could have another companion...? Or perhaps they might need other wildlife around them, besides birds and small animals... Hmm. Many decisions!

What do you think the world needs now, Narrator?

—Cira

Well, *shelter* isn't actually something the two of them have access to at the moment. They've just been able to manage without it so far since there's nothing they need to shelter *from* right now.

I suppose you could try to give them proper shelter, or to bring more life into the forest. Or perhaps you could pay some closer attention to things that already exist, sculpting them into more defined forms.

Given it's your imagination that's doing all of this in the first place, I expect it's the only limit.

[colesmurf23]

(OC) Monnie The Weretoad

Bio: Monnie WereToad

Name: Monnie

Nickname: Monn

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Sexuality: Pansexua;

Birthday: June 26th

Species: Weretoad

Relationship/Boyfriend: Jordy

Family Members: Mitsue (Sister) Monna (Sister in law) Jozy (Brother in law) Mozelle (Sister in law) Jordi (Brother in law) Jordin (Brother in law) Joanne (Sister in law) Morvan (Brother in law) Joretta (Sister in law) Janelle (Sister in law) Myron (Brother in law) Maxie (Brother in law) Mora (Sister in law) Jordana (Younger Sister in law) Molly (Younger Sister in law) Moxxie (Youngest Brother in law) Lycan (Brother in law)

Personality: Playful, Hunter, Caring, Protector, Brave, Smart, Friendly, and Adventures

Friends: Sassette Smurf Smurf Lily Smurf Papa Smurf Snappy Smurf Smurf Willow Smurf Jokey Smurf Clumsy Smurf Cira (Best Friend) Coleta (2nd Best Friend) Cyan Julianne (3rd Best friend) Ebbe Clova (My bestie's oc) Keira (My bestie's oc) Roxelana (My bestie's oc) Rosara (My bestie's oc) Sierra (my bestie's oc and 4th best friend) Marcy (Our oc and 5th best friend) Kalila (Our oc and 6th best friend) Keara (Our oc) Annaliese (Our oc) Bellaria (Our oc and 7th best friend) Bleu (8th best friend) Lavonne (My bestie's oc and 9th best friend) Quila (Our oc) Sonia (Our oc and 10th best friend) Phyllis (Our oc)

Favorite Color: Dark Purple

Favorite Season: Summer

Favorite Holiday: Halloween And 4th of July

Likes: Camping Being a Weretoad Saving her sister Sweets Stakes The Moon Night Time Her Claws Climbing on trees Hunting Running

Dislike: Getting Bitten Taken Baths Regular Fruit Seeing her sister in danger Seeing Blood Getting Check Ups Every Month The Sun Someone taking her meat

Fun Fact: Monnie is a weretoad. That got bitten by a wolf doing a summer vacation camp. As a weretoad. she have to take regular baths now, so her fur doesn't stink. She hates taking baths. she also have to get regular check ups every month. Since she is a half animal

Backstory: It was just a normal day. Moonie and her family wanted to go camping for a couple of days. They only go on camping trips during the summer. So they was getting ready to go camping. They pack of their stuff. And started heading to the campsite. The campsite had cabins. Since no one else used tents for camping anymore. Monnie and her sister, was put in the same cabin. While their parents had the other cabbing to themselves. So Monnie and her sister was put in a cabin together. So they can bunk together. And one night during camping. Monnie and her family went to the lake to find water and maybe food. At the lake. They all have to find some food. So Monnie and her sister was put to a task to go find some food and barriers. To last for the night. During the night. Monnie and her sister spots a strange cave. Filled to the brim with a lot of food. So they went to get some food. And 1 minten later. A very hungry wolf came out of nowhere. Guarding the food. The food was for the wolf's babies. But Monnie and her sister didn't want to give it up. So the wolf was about to pounce on her sister. But Monnie, jump in front of her sister. So they wouldn't attack her. Instead of her sister. Monnie and the wolf was in a fight. They just that fathtul moment. The wolf took a big bite out of Monnie's arm. The wolf was biting on her arm so bad. That her blood start coming out uncontrollably. Monnie was bite pretty bad. While Monnie and the wolf was fighting. Her sister got really scared. Until a baby wolf came out of the food pile. When her sister seen the baby wolf. She thought she was the cutest wolf. She tried to pet the baby wolf. But the baby wolf. Start to bite her to. The baby wolf may be weak. But have a very strong bite. The baby wolf didn't let go, until 2 minutes later. So they both got bitten pretty bad. Her sister was bleeding, but not as bad as her other sister. After the fight. Monnie and her sister, rushed out of the Forest, into their cabin. While both their arms are bleeding out. Lucky for them, there was a doctor at the campsite. At the doctors cabin, the doctor noticed the big bite marks on both their arms. the doctor asked what happend. They explained that they got bitten by two wolfs a baby and a grown up. They both were bleeding so bad. That the doctor rushed into his room, and grab a bunch of medical kits. To wrap up their arms. So the doctor said that he have to take a sample of their blood to see, if there is anything wrong with them. After the doctor took their blood. He sent them back to their cabin

Extra Information: And that one night, where both the sisters was sleeping. They both didn't feel so good. They was so i'll they can't barely walk. And then they noticed the bite mark on both their arms went away. But that didn't help them none. They was still feeling sick. So they told their parents. That they don't feel so good. They was so sick. That they start to fall over a bit Then a few moments later. They start to grow wolf ears on their head. There parents looking really scared. then next, they both start to grow really sharp teeth like a wolf. The sister are both painking. Seeing what is wrong with them. They parents was so scared, that they rushed them back into the doctors cabin. While they rushed into the doctors cabin. Then they start to grow claws. on hands and their feet. Then next they grow some fur on their feet, hands, and tummy. And lastly they grow a wolf tail. The parents is so scared. What there kids was going threw. So the doctor came in with their blood. and noticed they have changed. Monnie is half toad half werewolf. And her sister is half yoshi half werewolf. The doctor had nothing to say. That there results came in positive. That they got bitten by a werewolf. That's why they haven't felt so good. After the wolf transformation. They starting to feel alot better. Since they got bit by a werewolf. There was no cure for them, to go back to normal. So they'll be wolf hybrids for the rest of their lives. Poor Monnie and her sister. As both of them being werewolf. They have a really great scent. And have really good hearing. They love hunting, and running at night. They both howl at the moon at night.

Monnie belong to: me

Toad Species: Nintendo

Art made by: me

Toadhybrid #bio #toadoc #toadnintendo #hybrid #werewolf #toad

[meatcute]

i don't know your ocs so just answer for whichever one(s) you wanna!! 2, 21, 24, 54

ty! im gonna do my main set of ocs ^^ under a cut because this is LONG & i will be discussing death including child death and suicide (death surrounds these characters)

2. What’s their biggest regret?

cira: a childhood accident. i mean, logically speaking, he was too young to have known better. he only meant to play with his friend, as kids do, but somehow he was sitting in the dirt sobbing and apologizing and begging her to move, to get out of the water, until he couldnt stand the sight of her curly red locks sinking into the lake anymore and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. he didnt know what to say to his father, to her parents, to the tall men in blue. so he said nothing. he was just a scared little kid, but he wonders to this day if its too late to finally say something

rachel: she loves her family. adores them, would move the world for them. shes ruined lives for their sake. but sometimes.. its like she feels apart from them. they care deeply for her and she has their unconditional love and support, but they know her better than anyone, and can tell when shes acting. they want authenticity from her; her bitterest enemy, something shed sooner die than provide. even so, sometimes she wishes she could be their real daughter, sister, cousin that they love and miss so much

alison: they dont regret. they live in the present moment, and that might be someones problem, but not theirs. the past only has meaning in that it allowed the present to exist, and assigning it any more meaning than that is pointless to them

phi: when the love of her life started avoiding her, she assumed what she thought was the worst; were they being unfaithful? wasnt she enough for them? they said they loved her, they said they were soulmates, was it all a lie? she wonders if this perception only sped up the inevitable. she learned the truth when she heard the voicemail containing their last words, and their body was found the next day at the bottom of a bridge. god, she wishes she could take back the suspicion and paranoia that painted their last moments together, even though itd be replaced by a different suspicion and paranoia. anything to make them stay.

21. What’s one secret of theirs that could potentially ruin a relationship they have?

cira... doesnt block ads on youtube bc he likes to watch them. idk. there was him accidentally killing his next door neighbor as a kid but i just wrote a whole paragraph about it, it gets repetitive

rachel regularly blackmails her enemies and frames them for petty crime. she has also enabled and goaded people into more serious crimes, including her partners past & present

alisons family has so much drama all the time to the point theyre constantly trying to kill or sabotage each other, its a fucking nightmare. also alison themselves is super unreliable and has broken many hearts simply bc they got bored of the person

phi is still in love with her dead ex and if they were to somehow be revived, shed drop everything for them including current relationships. she also heavily projects them onto her partners

24. Do they have any phobias?

rachel is a germaphobe. i get the sense cira is not a fan of heights, but not phobic-level. cant think of much else

54. What’s their body count, if they have one?

what kind? ;) jkjk. this is before they all start dating bc my ocs fuck nasty. cira is a virgin, phi has slept with two, rachels is 4 or 5?, alison has had dozens.

[gw2kazoru]

This is not finished but I doubt I’m ever going to finish it so I’ll just post it as it is. My elementalist Cirae in her element. Pun intended. Also a close up of the face since it’s the part that’s pretty much done.

[rjzimmerman]

GeoColor satellite image of Tropical Storm Beta (left) at 11:30 a.m. EDT Monday, September 21. NHC gave an area of disturbed weather off the southeast coast of Florida (right) five-day odds of development of 20%. (Image credit: RAMMB/CIRA/Colorado State University)

Excerpt from this story from Yale Climate Connections:

Tropical Storm Beta was spreading heavy rains over coastal Texas and Louisiana on Monday as it trekked slowly west-northwestward at less than 7 mph toward an expected landfall in Texas on Monday night. Though Beta was not predicted to intensify, its slow movement will make it capable of bringing widespread torrential rains of 5 – 10 inches and damaging flooding to the coast.

At 2 p.m. EDT Monday, September 21, Beta was 45 miles southeast of Port O’Connor, Texas, heading west-northwest at 7 mph with maximum sustained winds of 45 mph and a central pressure of 999 mb. Heavy rains from Beta were affecting much of the Texas and Louisiana coasts, with the heaviest rains of 4 – 8 inches having fallen over coastal Louisiana near the mouth of the Mississippi River. Rainfall amounts along the Texas coast were generally 1 – 3 inches.

The live storm surge tracker at Trabus Technologies showed Beta was bringing storm surge heights of two to four feet along much of the Texas and Louisiana coast.

[kaeyasgender-moving]

hello em cats tend not to drink much water so this is your reminder to drink some 😸😸😼 also who's your most fucked up and evil oc tell me about them

OMGGG hell yea i think i need some water rn .........

Btw i love you so much for asking me abt my ocs like YOU just got the fav mutual title MWAH❤️💓♥️💗

My most evil and fucked up oc is cira he s like an evil fucked up experiment monster that is unkillable and loves killing ppl and being mean and like his normal form is a 8 foot tall fucked up thing but he physically manifests in to a 5"2 twink which js i thinm KING behavior . He s thotty and mean and evil (yea obviously my fav type of character ) and like nobody likes him but they do 💗♥️💓❤️❤️♥️💗💗💗 his sister Pinka is also pretty evil and fucked up and they actually share a body for A WHILE and like fought for control which is like really funny 😍😍😻😍😍

Anyway enough talk for now ilyyyyy

[burlveneer-music]

My WVUD playlist and stream, 8/8/2020 - Fourth World

Jon Hassell - Hex Jon Hassell - Power Spot Jon Hassell - Delicado Memotone - Niigghht D.K. - The Three Realms Zara McFarlane - Broken Water Arp - Moving Target K-LONE - Cape Cira Wu Cloud - Lagoon Zero Phillip Sollmann - Tape Georgia - Desta Tinanitina Mata Nalesca Mantega - Brisalho Vague Imaginaires - Volcans Engloutis Molero - El Espanto En Sierra Nevada Methods Body - Claimed Events, Pt. 2: Overheard Clap! Clap! - Tostoini Contours - Room Cycle (feat. Seth Sutton) Asa Tone - Visit from Tokay Three Body - Jampa Gawa Square Fauna - A Sense of Meaning Yelfris Valdes - Full Moon Laurence Pike - Rapture David Virelles - Tiempos Ando Laj - Soj Alm

(listen on Mixcloud)

[ultradarling14]

Y’all remember doing Song Drabbles?

Live Journal cira 2005 called: they want their format back. 

Anyway, here’s a bunch of original fiction I banged out for warmups. I want to make writing friends, so here’s my writing.

Enjoy!

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Lost Forever - Van Canto

The ship went tumbling stern over prow as the wave of radiation rolled over them. Jai could see Mota struggling with the helm, the belt that attached to the floor pulled taunt to keep the helms woman from being flipped away from the wheel. Jai had no such belt, and clung tighter to the railing that had caught her painfully int he stomach when the wave had struck initially. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling the ship continue to roll.

“Status!” She screamed over the clash of metal and howling of alarms.

Restor must have been able to grab onto his station since he was the first voice to reply. 

“It’s a particle wave, coming off a dying star!”

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Apocalypse Song - St. Vincent

Elenore had though she seen the end of the world before, during 1794, when the whole summer smelt of blood and her family was severed as easily as a head came off a neck by the guillotine. 

But as she stood in the middle of a street choked by people running past her, screaming as the red sky began to crash down on them, she realized that it could not compare. 

“My god,” Salai breathed next to her. His brown eyes reflected the orange streaks that raked the sky. “How could we ever imagine it would be this bad?”

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All the Pretty Girls - FUN

Winny sighed so heavily that Emma rolled her eyes. 

“You are so gay.” She nudged her with a shoulder. 

“Yeah. And?”

“You should really do something about it. Go ask her to dance, maybe?” Emma said.

Winny shook her head emphatically and clutched her spiked ice tea closer. “She’s not that kinda girl you know. She has whats-his-face back in Boston.”

Emma frowned. “Have you told her yet?”

“That he’s a vampire?”

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My Friend the Doctor - Doctor Dolittle the Musical (Shut up. I like the musical.)

“Tell us about your patron,” Jai demanded of Finn one night. “You talk about her but what is she like? Are you close?”

Finn laughed lowly. “What’s El like? Well. She’s bizarre for one. Even before she took me in, she was strange one. But she tells you all about the strange things she thinks about and you can’t help but be drawn in. Then she shows you that all of it is real. Like she told me she knew the stars were made of candy and the sun made of cheese, then took me there.”

“Are all of them true?” Jove signed. 

“Oh absolutely.”

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You Told the Drunks I Knew Karate - Zoey Van Goey

“This is a flat out bad idea, Raven,” Kara muttered. She clung tighter to the ladder that led up to the roof. 

“You’ll have fun. Look you’re almost there!” Raven said, voice echoing in their shared brain. “Go on.”

The problem was that there was a gap between the top of the roof and ladder. Kara would have to stand on the top rung and pull herself up. Kara closed her eyes and shook her head. 

“You can do it!” Raven insisted.

“Come on Kara, we’ll help you up.” She looked up and Flower was offering her a hand up.

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99 Red Balloons - Nena

One of Spectra’s favorite places in the universe was Eternity City. She supposed it made sense. She knew so many of the people who passed her there.

Today she sat on the edge of one of the fountains and watched the crowd stream by her. Clio sat next to her, scanning the river of people.

“How do you think they see us, right now?” The other Muse suddenly asked. “As other people or are we gargoyles on the edge of the cathedral?” 

Spectra splashed her with water, barking a laugh. “Who cares? We see each other.” She shrugged. “Enough for me.” 

She almost believed it.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

House Of The Dragon OC Masterlist

Name: Aelys Targaryen

Story: Sin Begets Sin

Face Claim: Tom Glynn Carney

Love Interest: Aegon Targaryen

When Queen Alicent birthed twin sons for King Viserys, it was immediately regarded as a great blessing, the gods finally granting the King the sons and heirs he had long awaited.  Until word spread that Aelys, the younger of the twins, had inherited his mother’s colouring rather than his father’s, and the court of public opinion quickly changed its tune.  Aelys was no stranger to the whispers that had plagued him since birth.  More Hightower than Targaryen, even with his beloved dragon and purple eyes.  A disappointment, no doubt, hardly a true Valyrian at all, certainly not a contender for his father’s throne. Aelys had never cared; anything that kept him far away from the throne could only be a blessing. Still, Aelys was the son of a king, the perfect sacrifice for his mother and grandfather’s ambitions.  Perfectly compliant in the name of protecting his siblings from sharing his fate, he would bite his tongue and bide his time. Waiting, learning, and preparing.  He would observe those around him and learn in their shadows, would dedicate years of his life to preparing for the day Viserys would die, and he would be ready.  No matter how many people still called him the Hightower Prince, Aelys was a Targaryen.  The blood of the dragon.  And he would protect his family with fire and blood.

Name: Aemma Velaryon

Story: Bittersweet Symphony

Face Claim: Alexandra Dowling

Love Interest: Aegon Targaryen

Name: Ayron Targaryen

Story: Pillars Of Sand

Face Claim: Henry Cavill

Love Interest: Rhaella Targaryen

Name: Azalais Martell

Story: Bedroom Hymns

Face Claim: Bruna Marquezine

Love Interest: Aegon Targaryen (& Aemond Targaryen)

Name: Carlys Tully

Story: Death By A Thousand Cuts

Face Claim: Charlotte Hope

Love Interest: Aegon Targaryen

Name: Cira Waters

Story: Nobody's Daughter

Face Claim: Florence Pugh

Love Interest: Jacaerys Velaryon

Name: Cyrissa Cole

Story: Legendary

Face Claim: Summer Bishil

Love Interest: Rhaenyra Targaryen & Daemon Targaryen

Name: Daenyra Targaryen

Story: The Prophecy

Face Claim: Anya Taylor Joy

Love Interest: Aegon Targaryen & Jacaerys Valeryon

Daenyra Targaryen had never wanted to be fostered at Winterfell, although no one had cared for her opinion on the matter. Her grandfather insisted that it was necessary to foster an alliance with House Stark, no further discussion welcome or required. And so Daenyra made her way North, to what would almost be her doom. Within her first moon at Winterfell, an attempt was made on her life, and it was only thanks to Cregan Stark’s quick reflexes that Daenyra survived. But it was clear, the North was no safe place for a dragon. After much persuasion, Daenyra secured Cregan’s assistance in her own plan, to disappear beyond the wall until they could determine who had paid for her to die. Life beyond the Wall was nothing like Daenyra had expected, changing her in ways that she had never imagined possible. And with those changes came the dreams. A realm at war, dragons fighting dragons, death and destruction until no Targaryens remained. Beyond the Wall, with nothing but ice and a dragon for company, Daenyra began to plan. But in all of her plans, and all of her dreams, there was one thing that she had never seen coming. For Jace Velaryon to visit the Wall and discover that his lost aunt still lived.

Name: Daenyra Targaryen

Story: Young Gods [ Modern AU ]

Face Claim: Anya Taylor Joy

Love Interest: Aegon Targaryen & Jacaerys Valeryon & Aemond Targaryen

There were many things that Daenyra Targaryen was looking forward to about graduating university. Moving back to King’s Landing, for one. Being in a real city for one. Living in the family mansion, with all the associated perks. The best clubs and bars and restaurants at her fingertips, of course. But needing to “take her rightful place” in the family business was not on that list. When she finds out that her job is going to be as Aegon’s personal assistant, Dany knows that she should take it as an offence. A slight from Rhaenyra, maybe, a reminder that she wasn’t a true dragon like her eldest sibling. Or the easy dismissal of a father who’d never cared for her, who hardly remembered his youngest daughter at all.Perhaps it wasn’t about her whatsoever, just her grandfather’s newest way of punishing Aegon for his latest indiscretion.But truth be told, her shitty job assignment was the only halfway decent thing to come out of joining the company, because it brought her one step closer to the very best part of returning to King’s Landing: her mission to persuade Aegon to finally act on his incredibly obvious attraction to her.

Name: Daessa Velaryon

Story: Ruthless Game

Face Claim: Millie Brady

Love Interest: Aegon Targaryen; Aemond Targaryen

Name: Dorian Tyrell

Story: Timeless

Face Claim: Timothee Chalamet

Love Interest: Alicent Hightower

Name: Jaella Targaryen

Story: In The Blood

Face Claim: Poppy Drayton

Name: Kelara Velaryon

Story: Secondhand Smoke

Face Claim: Jessie Mei Li

Love Interest: Baela Targaryen & Jacaerys Valeryon

Name: Lyria Hightower

Story: Aching Soul

Face Claim: Millie Obobby Brown & Synnove Karlsen

Love Interest: Daemon Targaryen

Name: Rhaella Targaryen

Story: Pillars Of Sand

Face Claim: Jodie Comer

Love Interest: Ayron Targaryen

Name: Rhaeya Targaryen

Story: Funeral March

Face Claim: Holliday Grainger

Love Interest: Aegon Targaryen; Jacaerys Velaryon

Name: Roslyn Baratheon

Story: Sin Begets Sin

Face Claim: Emily Bader

Love Interest: Helaena Targaryen

Name: Saera Targaryen

Story: My Tears Ricochet

Face Claim: Elle Fanning

Love Interest: Aemond Targaryen

Name: Sarisa Celtigar

Story: If You Love Me For Me

Face Claim: Marina Ruy Barbosa

Love Interest: Aegon Targaryen & Aemond Targaryen

Name: Vaella Targaryen

Story: Golden Crown Of Sorrow

Face Claim:  Suki Waterhouse

Love Interest: Aemond Targaryen

Name: Valaenyra Targaryen

Story: Family Tree

Face Claim: Anya Chalotra

Love Interest: Alicent Hightower

Name: Visenya Targaryen

Story: Forgive The Children We Once Were

Face Claim: Freya Allen & Morfydd Clark

Love Interest: Alicent Hightower; Aemond Targaryen

[annes-andromeda]

GOT Virtues AU: Not Enough to Understand

N/: So, I’ve finally written a chapter for Tyrion. I’m mostly gonna go by his arc in ADWD, but take out things like Young Griff and Jon Connington. As much as I believe those characters to be very vital to the books, this AU goes mostly by showverse with hints of the books and my own additions. However, some characters from ASOIAF will be incorporated here, just maybe not the same as the books. Tyrion has never really been my favorite character, but he’s definitely an interesting one. It sucks that the show turned him into a Dany cultist that licked her boots and kissed her ass. So, hopefully I’m writing Tyrion and Varys correctly. Also, please don’t think that I’m trying to villainize Tyrion (even if that may be the route GRRM is taking. But I’m not him sooo...), I’m just trying to show that he’s currently in a dark state of mind.

Somehow for Tyrion, the soils of Essos were more frustrating than the pile of shit that was the Seven Kingdoms. Ever since he strangled his lover with his bare hands and shot his father with a crossbow, somehow he’s never been the same. And yet somehow, the minute his brother opened his mouth and spoke of his first wife, of Tysha... somehow that hurt more than any slurs Tywin Lannister could ever reprise.

I trusted him, Tyrion thought hatefully. My big brother who was my protector, was no more than a liar.

The walls of Pentos where Varys had sneaked him away were beautiful no less. A perfect grave for a drunken lion. To drink himself to death seemed far sweeter than returning to Westeros where Cersei would surely want his head. But the Spider gave him another alternative.

“You have a choice, my friend” Varys had said, “You can stay here at Ilyrio’s palace and drink yourself to death, or you can ride with me to Meereen, meet Daenerys Targaryen, and decide if the world is worth fighting for”

The Dragon Queen. Tyrion had heard stories of her. How she liberated the city of Meereen and its slaves, ending the practice for good. But he had heard other stories as well. How she crucified the masters and burned men alive with her dragons. Common folk told of the Queen Across the Sea, a woman who walked with fire and left nothing but ruin wherever she trailed.

Tyrion didn’t know what to believe. So many tales, so many rumors. The people of Kings Landing spread whatever words they spoke to entertain themselves from the early graves that awaited some of them. Such as naming Tyrion the Demon Monkey. Or Sansa the Traitors Daughter. He hoped she was safe. Wherever his lady wife had gone to escape her fate. And to escape him.

But the one he thought of most was his oldest companion: Cira. His dear lioness that mewled sadly as she was taken away from his cell the day of his trial. She had been left in the Red Keep, wandering alone. Tyrion no longer seemed to care of hope, but he prayed to all the Gods that she was safe. That neither Cersei or anyone else had gotten hold of her. If he were to ever find out of her death or much worse... may the Gods help them.

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Once leaving Pentos, Tyrion and Varys began their journey to the so called free city of Meereen. Before doing so, they had to go through the streets of Volantis, as Varys stated that the road to Meereen was in Volantis. Bored of the confinement their carriage brought, Tyrion decided to take a walk. If anyone were to ask his name, he’d be no more than Hugor Hill, a bastard of the Westerlands who wished to see the known world alongside his companion Rugen, a former servant of the Red Keep. Nothing more, nothing less.

The Long Bridge was filled with many people. Builders, merchants, and many, many whores. All were marked by their masters, their cheek defining who they were.

“Strange that the Mother of Dragons hasn’t stepped foot in this city, as many have claimed she is a liberator” Tyrion acknowledged

“Meereen has had its run of slavery since the beginning of its construction” Varys began “If Daenerys were to leave the city as it is, the masters would simply take it back, sending the slaves into their chains once again”

“Hasn’t Astapor already done the same?” The dwarf noted “From what my ears have heard, the city is in ruin while children are sold like cattle and slavery runs rampant. I would’ve been certain the dragon queen would ensure the freedom of the people she liberates. Wouldn’t you agree?”

The Spider simply remained silent, and Tyrion gave a look as if he’d won a great victory. As they walked the pavement, they heard the booming voice of a woman who spoke to the slaves almost as if she had cast a spell upon them. A red priestess of R’hllor, whose cheek was branded with the mark of a former whore, preached her teachings to the lowly slaves of Volantis.

“Lord, cast your light upon us” she spoke in Valyrian, as the crowd followed “For the night is dark and full of terrors”

Tyrion didn’t hear what Varys had said to him, as he’d moved closer to see and hear the Priestess’s words “I was once as you are now” she said “Bought and sold. Scourged and branded” She pointed to the mark on her cheek, the mark of a slave. A former slave now.

“The only red priest we had in King’s Landing was Thoros of Myr. This one’s much better looking...” Tyrion boasted. He had heard that Stannis’s red priestess was beautiful, with blood red hair and eyes that glowed like the ruby around her neck. Granted, he’d seen and heard of many beautiful women in his days: the Mother of Dragons was said to have flowing silver hair and eyes of amethyst, whilst he remembered Shae’s curves and her full lips that kissed him once. But yet, they were not the most beautiful of women. For Tyrion gave that achievement to a maid with sunset in her hair and whose gaze held the waters.

“The Lord of Light hears your voice. He hears the king as he hears the slave; he hears the Stone Men in their misery...” The red priestess continued

Tyrion could only scoff “Stone Men. Good luck stopping this spread of grayscale with prayer. You’d have better luck dancing away the plague” Varys shushed him before he could say anything else.

“He has sent you a savior!” The red priestess proclaimed “From the fire she was reborn to remake the world! The Dragon Queen!”

Tyrion looked over to Varys, putting on a false smile “We’re going to meet the savior! You should have told me. Who doesn’t want to meet the savior?” His voice reeked of sarcasm, and the Spider was not impressed by it. As he spoke, he could feel eyes looking directly at him, shooting daggers from their post. The red priestess had turned to gaze at Tyrion, and the dwarf hid his face from her.

“Let’s go” He warned, as he and Varys left the gathering. The atmosphere had turned casual once again, with only the chatter of the slaves being heard. Tyrion turned to look up at Varys “Tell me, Varys” he began “Do you believe in the prophecy of The Prince That Was Promised?”

Varys cocked an eyebrow at him “It’s a legend derived from the red priests of R’hllor, of how a great hero shall be born of salt and smoke to save the world from a terrible threat. Mere superstition created by fanatics who haven’t a mind of their own”

“And I suppose these ��fanatics’, as you call them, believe that Daenerys Targaryen is this prophesied savior, yes?” He saw Varys nod his head, but then cock it back once he spoke again “Seems rather curious, does it not? I thought Stannis was this great hero the Lord of Light had gifted upon us. In the words of the priests, I mean”

“If every fanatic claimed that every person in the world were this great prince, then the whole world would be engulfed in flames of proclaimed freedom” Varys stated “Who is to trust the words of druid priests that worship a god who only ever wishes upon the sacrifices of his kin?”

“Apparently the kneelers gladly hold their faith in the hands of merciless gods and these ‘druid priests’” Tyrion insisted, his mind wandering to the different tales that lied across the Narrow Sea “It just seems rather interesting. I myself have read of the legends of Westeros so many times that they’ve grown rather boring and repetitive. Aegon the Conqueror, Bran the Builder, even my own house’s ancestor, Lann the Clever; their stories have be so overheard that even their graves must hear them”

Varys let out a chuckle of mockery and agreement. His own experience with sorcery and religious views have left him skeptical of such practices, along with the hatred of all that used magic. Tyrion wondered if the former Master of Whisperers ever despised the great houses due to their holding of the mysterious Virtues, whose power traced back to even the ages of the Children.

As the two walked through the streets of Volantis, Tyrion’s mind wandered to a brothel where Varys and him could not be noticed by any wandering eyes. But he couldn’t bring himself to say the words. He could only think of his wife. Of Tysha. Somehow, Tyrion’s first thought wasn’t Shae, as she was a true whore compared to his first wife. A brothel wouldn’t ease his pain, no matter how many women he brought upon his bed.

Perhaps a mere book with a glass of wine will calm my suffering, Tyrion thought. Question was, where was he going to find a library in the mists of such a large city? The Temple of the Lord of Light could hold some scrolls for him to read through, but they’d mostly be filled with the teachings of the priests. And as if Varys would ever agree to going to such a place.

“You wouldn’t happen to know if there’s an inn in these parts, would you?” Tyrion asked, looking up to Varys

The man raised his eyebrows “I figured you’d rather be more interested in the confinements of a brothel?”

“No” Tyrion said abruptly “After everything that has happened, I’ve made the conscious decision to stay out of the whore house for a time”

“Well then, we can continue down this trail to a nearby atheneum where we’ll be able to blend in with the small folk”

“Perhaps I can indulge myself in some wine there”

“I thought you said you no longer wanted to take part in fornication. ‘For a time’, as you said”

“I never said I’d give up drinking”

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Once reaching the atheneum Varys had mentioned, Tyrion could hardly believe his eyes. He had heard that the library of the Citadel were home to many knowledge and tales, so he didn’t expect much from the atheneum in Volantis, which only held two stories yet books upon thousands of shelves.

Entering the establishment, Tyrion and Varys took their seats all the way in the back where no one would disturb them. The only people that walked trough there were the workers sorting the books into shelves or customers looking for a more interesting read. Either way, no one would ask them of their reasons to coming into the place, as they did not speak the common tongue.

Tyrion flipped through the pages of a dusty old book that read ‘The Blood Betrayal: Fall of the Great Empire’ in High Valyrian. He didn’t know much of the language, but enough to understand what some of the sentences said.

He turned to Varys, who scoured through the rippling parchments and scrolls that smelled like old leather “It says here that according to the people of Yi Ti, the Blood Emperor slewed his older sister, the Amethyst Empress, and his rule ushered in the Long Night. Apparently he slept with a tiger woman, feasted upon human flesh, and enslaved his people. And I thought the myths of Westeros were too theatrical”

“The YiTish also speak of the Maiden-Made-Of-Light, who turned her back upon the world whilst her husband, the Lion of Night, punished the wickedness of men” Varys added. Tyrion wasn’t really surprised of his response, as the man had grown up in Essos himself “The Essosi paint their gods in the forms of animals and great beasts, as they’ve never seen the deities with their own eyes. Perhaps their gods forms gives them some sort of pride in their religion”

Tyrion simply shrugged, and before he could come up with a witty remark, he noticed a librarian sorting some used books that were left by previous visitors. He raised his hand to get the attention of the man. Thankfully he noticed him or else he’d have to resort to introducing himself In Valyrian, which was not his strong suit.

Getting the attention of Varys so as to translate for him, Tyrion began “Hello” he said, as his companion repeated the greeting in the local tongue “I was wondering, if you could tell me what this creature is?” He pointed down to the page he’d stopped on, which held an illustration of a winged creature. Its wings looked as if they were burning, and it was emerging from a pit of flames.

“I can speak some of common tongue, if you’d wish” the librarian said

Tyrion raised his eyebrows and sighed “Well... that’s a relief. I don’t think my companion here would’ve been able to handle doing all of the work for me” Though he didn’t clearly see it, he could tell that Varys was rolling his eyes and quietly scoffing.

The librarian carefully took the book from Tyrion’s hands, almost as if he grabbed it forcefully, the whole thing would fall apart. He examined the drawing, and his face crinkled “Their presence lost to history, I’m afraid. But people of Essos spoke of them as ‘The Devils Daughters’”

“How come?” Tyrion asked

“Essosi believe that daughters were born in home of evil spirits” The man said, his voice frail and his common language quite broken, but still understandable “They thrived in times of dragons, some even believe that two were foes who battled for fires hearth”

Varys leaned towards Tyrion “Many strayed far from the Fourteen Flames because it is believed that The Devils Daughters made their homes within the pits of the volcanoes. It was also thought that the creatures cursed the pits if their common enemy were to ever return”

As much as Tyrion wished to speak on more vital matters, such as whether this Dragon Queen truly was worth his troubles, he couldn’t help but be intrigued “Where did the daughters come from?” He asked the librarian

The old man sat down and fidgeted in his place to get comfortable “The oldest legend is that seamstress from Yi Ti sewed gold string for Opal Emperor in days of the Great Empire. According to scrolls and writing, the monarch adorned silks with golden string, and payed seamstress for more. So seamstress worked days on needle, so much so that the string shined in sunlight and her talent spoken of across all Yi Ti ”

“Sounds a bit exaggerated” Tyrion muttered to himself

“However, Opal Emperor wanted more than gold. He was so impressed of seamstress’s work that he gave her the challenge of creating embroidery and turning it into jewels”

Varys looked as if he didn’t want to listen to the mans story. Tyrion could only guess that it was either he had heard it a thousand times or of the great distances himself kept from religious practices and fables.

“Now, seamstress argued that what the Emperor proposed was impossible, but Opal Emperor granted her a seat in his court if she were to complete his task. So, she stayed in her shop for days, and the days turned into weeks. Finally, the seamstress stepped into Emperors palace, where she presented embroidery to him and his council. Seamstress had created a bird, whose wings shined with not golden, but silver string and encrusted with what many believed to be sundrops and starlight. The Opal Emperor, impressed he was. Yet, he asked more of seamstress. He ordered her to take embroidery on the fourteenth day of her time within the palace and burn it in a pyre of all the spices her expenses could buy. On the day of burning, seamstress took embroidery upon fire and...”

He paused for a moment, his face showing an expression of wonderment and perhaps, even pure bliss. The old man looked to the ceiling as if he’d been envisioning the story while he spoke.

“And?” Varys cut the silence, stopping Tyrion from shaking the man out of his delusion.

“When the seamstress placed her creation upon pyre, the embroidery burst into flames, leaving nothing but ashes and cinders. But then, without tamper, a great miracle happened. Embroidery of creature, had become real. Embroidery, became Devils Daughter. No larger than her teat, the baby was frail, yet soon would be powerful. Upon third setting of sun and second rising of moon, Daughter had disappeared from seamstress’s shop. Never seen again, until Old Valyria found dragon”

The man got up from his seat, continuing with his previous action of sorting books upon shelves. Varys had little to no reaction, clearly thinking of the fable as nothing more than that.

Tyrion furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding why the man had decided to end the story so abruptly, with hardly any payoff “You wouldn’t happen to know the creatures diets, by any chance?” He joked “Whether they ate, just out of curiosity: lions? Preferably lionesses, on my end”

The image of his sister being devoured by this creature, every inch of her destroyed by its jaws as she joins their father in a place where their every sin haunts them, was something Tyrion gladly wished to see.

“I’m afraid not, good sir” The librarian answered, his voice hinting at slight annoyance. Almost as if he knew what Tyrion was truly asking “Lions we’re not perceived as good by Yi Ti because of Lion of Night. They saw beasts as omens of misfortune, and even death”

“Well” Tyrion exasperated “That’s rather disappointing” His eyed widened in delight when he saw that Varys had called for a serving girl to bring them two glasses along with some red wine. Pouring the drink into his glass, Tyrion took a sip, savoring the rich, sweet taste it produced inside his mouth.

Varys joined him in the pleasurable drink, taking a long sip from his cup “With the Daughters gone, the dragons are the rulers of fire. However, it seems that not even the flames wished to stay in their grasp. The Doom definitely is an example of that”

Tyrion looked at him in somber silence “You truly believe that the Mother of Dragons is the one to bring upon a new age of Westeros?” He asked

“Are the freed slaves not enough proof for you?”

“Neither of us were there when she liberated those cities, so how can you expect me to just join her cause and serve her blindly instead of believing that she chose to break chains for another reason?” Tyrion took another drink of his wine “From what’s been heard about Meereen, she nailed men to wooden posts where they roasted about the heated sun. I distinctly remember someone else doing something similar with the corpses of their enemies. And that someone just happened to be my father. Tell me, does House Reyne not ring any bells to you?”

“All leaders must inspire a level of fear upon their enemies. If not, it’ll make them appear weak. Too much kindness does not bode well in a world as cruel as this one” Varys circled his glass, making his wine move about the cup.

Tyrion raised an eyebrow at him “Come now, my friend, we both know you’re not that naive. What monarch who has inflicted pain to everything they touch has had their following last?”

“Would you rather have stayed in Pentos to drink yourself away?” Varys raised his voice “Would you have liked it if I’d denied your brothers request to set you free?”

“Don’t talk about Jaime” Tyrion sneered, his eyes darkening. Despite his outburst, Varys was not fazed.

“You may not like it, my friend,” Varys began “But the truth is that your brother is the reason you’re still living. Even after he had lied to you, think of why he did it. We both know you cannot truly spite him. Not after everything you’ve been through. And certainly not after all the people who are much more deserving of your hatred”

Tyrion didn’t speak. I want to hate Jaime, he thought. I have to hate him

“What’s the point of love and trust if the people closest to you just end up hurting you?” He got up from his seat to pour more wine, until the cup was filled to the brim “Love is pointless. It’s a disease that spreads more pain that any sword or poison in the known world. And to trust is to be willfully blind to the truth, all while everyone breaks a chunk off of you until your left with only the remaining pieces of your heart. I’ve loved and trusted for too long, and I’ve lost too much of my heart already. I’ll not loose my mind to foolishness such as love nor trust any longer”

Varys could only stare emotionless at him, then averted his gaze to his cup “So what will you do know? Replace love and trust with hate and deceit?”

“I’d settle for knowledge and revenge” Tyrion said simply “After all, it has a better ring to it”

“The Dragon Queen will not accept those who will hatch plots and schemes under her nose” Varys warned “Do you truly think that what you’re doing is wise?”

Tyrion turned to him, his stance wobbly due to the increase of alcohol consumption “Tell me Varys: you said that Daenerys Targaryen has three dragons under her control, yes?”

“Those are what my little birds and I report” His companion replied

“Dragons have scorn for their enemies. Raw and untamed scorn. The largest of them had teeth the size of swords. While a lion may not control the skies, it is the king of all beasts, who commands respect and fear upon its subjects. After all, ‘In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws’. Imagine Cersei’s terror when there comes a dragon and lion knocking at her door”

“Are you implying that your allegiance to the Dragon Queen is purely to spite your sister?” Varys asked

I never meant to imply it, is what Tyrion wished to say, but instead, his mind changed to another response “If that’s what you wish to think, go right ahead”

He put down his wine glass, which nearly tipped over and spilled “Now then” Tyrion began “I believe we should find an inn to stay. All this drinking has left my head reeling and my body tipsy” Varys seemed to want to argue, but he pursed his lips tightly that they seemed to disappear.

He didn’t even speak a word when Tyrion grabbed the book he was reading (among others) and sneak them into his tunic for future use.

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On the road to the inn, Tyrion spoke more about the Devils Daughters, and if they were real, he wondered what horrors he’d inflict on his Cersei and even his father if he were still alive. He could see that Varys was growing mildly concerned, but Tyrion assumed that he had heard worse.

What neither could have predicted, was that the halfman would be stolen away as a gift for the Dragon Queen herself.

[veronikazzv]

Dinosaur king OC Bio

Name : Roxanna "Roxy" Ancient

Age: 12 -13 (past)

         24 - 25 (present)

Hair color: Blond (flashbacks only)

                   Light blue

Eyes color: Green

                                                AFFILIRATIONS

Family: Dr. Ancient (father)

             Dr. Cretacie (mother)

             Rex Owen (younger brother)

             Jonathan (bodyguard)

                                                        USES

Attribute: Secret

                 Water

Dinosaurs: Indie (Indominus Rex)

                   Vera, Cira and Side (raptors)

                   Mary (Mososaurus)

                   Tenebra (Indoraptor)

- she is very intelligent, when she was 12 year old helping her parents design time machine and later repairing.

- she is one of excellent fighter in dinosaur fight and also in fight face to face

- she is good in genetic modification like a create and caring Indominus Rex name Indie

- she is very caring, like about her brother so about her dinosaurs

[tidesage-crestwell]

Failure

((Trigger Warning: Self-Harm, Blood, Suicidal Ideology.))

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The day had started out with laughter and festivities. Despite the roaring hangover headache, Genny had felt herself filled with laughter and for once, forgetting the dangers and duties she had grown accustomed to. The Elder of the town had made everything seem so simple. Listening to the others shout cheers as they drank, watching Her Grace shop and talk with the people. Everything felt safe, like how she had known from her childhood. Though her reality soon reminded her of everything going on..

They had taken the trek up to the pools to be blessed, Her Grace and Company. The Elder was full of life despite the hard footing walk, and as everyone turned at his instructions, they had no idea the grim truth that would be greeting them.

A shot, and the Rose-Tinted Glass shattered.

The Elder laid dead, but no time was left to process as soon the screams of the town below and hillsides filled the air. Her mind had no chance to think before her feet began to move beneath her. She didn’t notice Sigurd running the opposite way, for the goblin upon the hill. She heard the Duchess near her and her mind could only return to where it had started. War.

As the Hamlet came into sight, there was blood, lots of it. Orcs. Goblins. Gilbins. Trolls. They were cutting the people apart. Children, elders, all were slaughtered. Those they deemed workable were being loaded onto Kodos.

“Get the townsfolk free from the manacles! Me and the Thornspeaker will defend those fleeing!” The words barked from the Tidesage’s lips without a thought.

The company did what it could while Her Grace hid in the shadows and looked for survivors. Genny’s cries to the fallen spirits were able to push the monsters away from those trying to flee but beyond that she was powerless. Every call to the Tides and Winds were met with silence or refusal. The voices of the deep bidding her forward and to kill. Her mind for a moment shattered but the Tides blessed her enough to return her to focus. She could do nothing. The others had managed to save some of the villagers, but many more had been taken prisoner on a ship that set sail. The sea ignored her plea to stop them.

She felt the blood soaked grass beneath her as she fell to her knees. She had failed to protect those around her.. again. She felt the tears but no noise came from her. The pain in her hand was the only feeling she could note as her body was numb. The voices of the company and Calvary were all that brought her to stand. Everyone had agreed to prepare for the Rites and ensure the dead were sent off properly. Troops gathered to take the survivors into the Duchy and keep them defended. The sound of the cries of the people as they are led to safety to mourn continued to cut at the Tidesage.

With a quiet voice, Gennesy had excused herself to return home to prepare for the Rites. Plum stayed by her side, whimpering at her tears. Once home, she didn’t even bother to shut the door before collapsing to the ground to sob and hold onto her young worg pup. Once she had let out the sobs from the loss of so many, she stood and went to a drawer and pulled a knife. For a moment, the thoughts of harming herself to remind her to feel were there, but she reminded herself that Plum needs her and she has to respect the dead by remaining whole. Taking the blade she began to carefully cut the dead and burned skin from her hand from her failed attempt to control lightning. The blood dripping on the counter before she pulled down a bottle of rejuvenation water to use to begin healing the wound. The small breeze that came from her door allowed her to calm enough to start the fire in the hearth before sitting. She changed into fresh linens then moved to sit and hold Plum. Soon she heard Sigurd and Cira enter her home and shut the door behind them.

“The others make it out okay?” Sigurd said as he went to lean against the table, bottle in hand.

“Yea.. The town.. did not. Lots dead... More captured.. Suvivors taken to Stormhallow.” Genny informed him.

“That’s good.” He took a drink.

Soon he sat beside her, the two sharing a drink while Cira tried to console the duo. Once Sigurd had passed out, Cira sat on the other side of Gen, the two remaining quiet.

“Please don’t let revenge change you.” Cira had spoken, and Gen felt the pain hit at how her brother’s would think if they saw her in such a state.

Once the conversation was over, the two laid in separate beds to rest and prepare for tomorrow’s Rites.

Gennesy prayed that the Nightmares would not strike her tonight..

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[ciren-of-the-sky]

'Good morning'