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Moving

// Moving my block to Kinsect-Queen 

Basically it was really hard to keep track of notifications.  I got tired of switching between accounts and that’s when I kind of just abandoned this all together.  Hopefully by attaching the account onto my main tumblr I’ll be more active in the writing department.  

Thanks everyone and remember--

SAvE FOR CArTs 

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// Should Sylvie's new armor be deadeye garuga or dreadking rathalos?  I love dreadqueen but it's actually my gunner armor, not blademaster. >v < //

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Playfully kicking her fin in and out of the water, Syl lifted and tilted her head to take in the entirety of the ship.  The journey up was unpleasant for her, but perhaps it was finally time to get her much needed hours of rest before taking to the seas once more.  Ground was so strange...  Everything was so eerily still with not a single current to pull you along.  The Rath’s Regime (Or at least that’s what Harris called it) Was the closest she has even been to land in her entire life.  Ports often villianized her kind while others had seen her as some odd, exotic treasure...  People were weird.

The two withdrew their oars from the water as ropes were tossed from the ship and down to the little boat.  Feet thumped against the aged wood as orders were barked and men dragged their sea-bitten forms into position, each grabbing onto a handful and tying the ends down in preparation.

“I hope they’re able to lift all of us.”  Bracing her arms against the side, she hefted her weight into what would soon be a lift.  Despite crashing and hitting her side rather heavily, she only flopped around for a few moments before settling down.

“You carry me this time, Harris.  Last time the idiot nearly dropped me before he even took his first step!  Can you believe it?  Plus, someone needs to keep our little guest company while you play captain.”

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“Well lucky for you, I’m the captain of the ship.”

Lips pulled to show a fanged grin as he even puffed his chest out a bit as if to flaunt his position.  He was a proud man; no one could deny it, but...  He wasn’t cruel.  Perhaps it was his blood that left him with a level head and fair judgement. 

“Easy, Darling.  I’m a Wyverian, so you needn’t worry about being shot down by a human.”  He motioned to his two men with a clawed finger and the nodded in silent acknowledgement, abandoning this swords for oars.  Slowly but surely, the small boat began to muscle it’s way back to the main ship.  “I’m willing to allow you to sail with us until we reach the next port, but for the love of Alatreon, no fights.”

Harris grunted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his pointed ears, eyeing the Avian up and down thoughtfully.  She appeared to be fairly beaten up and rugged, but in all honesty, he had seen worse at one point or another.  

“You will abide by the rules of my ship or it’s sink or swim.  Got it Chickadee?” 

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“Slow down chickadee, we aren’t going to hurt you.”  

The tallest of the sailors loosely folded his arms across his broad chest, stifling a rumble-like chuckle of amusement.  Seems like they fished themselves a lively one.  Usually when people set foot on his ship after being rescued their first reaction was to kiss the dryness of the deck, not brandish their salt soaked weapons.  “Perhaps you should put the blade down and thank dear Sylvie from pulling you out of the briny deep.”

Unlike their calm and more charismatic captian, the two men reacted accordingly, flinching back to hover their hands just above the handle of their swords.  He was always way too trusting of the poor creatures he stumbled upon...  But then again, they were no different.

“If she’s rude I can always take her for another stroll.  I really do enjoy the company...  Perhaps another one will help clear her head?  And she has such a pretty face as well!”  The mermaid offered, staring with seemingly unblinking eyes.  They were kind, though there was a certain thing that dwelled within the depths.  Like the ocean, they were sparkling with pristine beauty, though what was beneath the surface was something that only another siren could understand.

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A heartbeat of amusement.  The feeling of fingers tightly knitting together.

Her grip was firm as she kicked out and propelled her and the intruder towards the surface of the water, yet soft enough to feel like a child leading her mother through the park.  They gradually began to ascend with Sylvie being one of hushed urgency and maybe even a hint of playfulness.  The currents were her domain, but however much she wished to take the Avian for a stroll, she refrained from doing so.  Perhaps another time...  When the sun was out and things were less dreary and colorless.

By the time the two breached the surface, Harris had already called down a smaller lifeboat.  He and two others struck the water with wide oars, arms straining as they slowly pulled themselves forward.  The currents fought back in protest, even causing the ship to groan against water.

A great sigh and an impatient shake head shake later, the mermad had tosses the waterlogged mass of feathers onto the rocking wood, heaving herself to peek over the side.  Had she taken too long to bring her to the surface?  Regardless, Sylvie felt the need to speak up to break the awkward silence.

“She’s mine Harris, I found her first...”

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Land was still a long ways away; at the very least another day or so before they would even see habitable land, and even longer until they reached home.  They journey had been smooth sailing for the most part until the wailing cry of a storm bringer shrieked it’s protest.  Experienced sailors such as the Wyverian took the utmost care when charting dangerous areas and waters to avoid.  Not to say that the crew never ran into malicious creatures...  but an Elder Dragon?  Who in their right mind would twist their fate with an Amatsu?

Resting within the calmer waters of the very back of the ship, Sylvie allowed the makeshift to tug her after Harris and his crew.  Tailing a ship day after day got rather exhausting, especially when she was forced to pump her back fin and dart from current to current with only the hope of finding a more cooperative one as motivation to continue supporting her idiot ‘brother.’ 

Of course Harris had a special pool of sorts added for her to rest on board but...  A hull full of humans and a merfolk left for awkward conversation.  Very awkward conversation.

Reverie cut short by the splashing of water, she drifted a few tentative feet towards the sound before leaving the safety of her leisurely current altogether.  Sylvie was fueled by the belief that a crew member was tossed overboard, but the sight that greeted her was anything but that.  An Avian, and a beautiful one at that.  She was struggling-- drowning.

The world seemed to slow as the honey-haired mermaid swam a gentle circle around the winged creature, wide eyed and curious.  She could savor the moment and watch as the ocean’s peaceful depths claimed another victim, yet her curiosity overwhelmed instinct.

She leaned forward and extended a hand.

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// Deleted almost all of my posts because I want a new start and some of the old stuff was kinda meh.  Askbox is open whether it be for roleplays or random asks.  Things are happening slowly but surely

//shrugs //

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Sᴀᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀʀᴛs

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// Commissioned someone to draw Sylvie and Mira a while ago~

Art by Crowzperch on deviantart

Mira belongs to @overexcited-hunting-horn and Sylvie belongs to me. //

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Slaps the main OC's butt.

“…And you’re not one of them, anon.”

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// attack on tall dude //

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🐟 // WhOEvER WOULD BE CRAZY eNOUGH TO FIsH IN AN AQUARIUM...

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“Come on Mira, Mimibelle needs a playmate!”

@overexcited-hunting-horn   |   @underexcited-insect-glaive

Inktober 5/31

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// AAAAAAAAaAaAAaAaAaAaaaaaaaaAaAaaa!!!!! //

commission for @ask-the-garuga!

★ commission info ★ storenvy ★ 

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// Continued from This post because of ask length //

Sylvie        ///        Harris

Being tasked with the responsibility of standing guard hadn’t seemed as bad when he had originally volunteered, though that was long before the sun climbed to its high perch in the sky.  During the long night the jungle was deceptively cool and surprisingly bearable for Harris, given the fact that he wore barioth armor then as well…  But then and now was comparably different, and he had no one but himself to blame for choosing a spot that was swamped with sunlight.  The ability to easily spot incoming threats came at a price.

It was true that Harris had so boldly cracked open his armor to decrease the staggeringly high chance of being struck down by heatstroke, but he was a hunter; he did what he had to without shame--  though not to say that he completely hated it.  There was a window of opportunity that would present itself in which Mirabelle practically begged to be teased no matter what the situation was.  Without a doubt.  It was only a matter of time till he saw it.

Upon hearing the shambling form of the other hunter, the green-haired wyverian turned his head and lord behold, there she was.  

“Oh I knew you’d come to visit me, dear Mirabelle!”  His tan lips pulled into good-natured grin despite the agony of his muggy, sun-baked vigil like the idiot he was.  Typical Harris.

“Perhaps a kiss would remedy my fatigue and ward off the insects?  I’m certain Syl has requested a peck at least thrice during this little dance with the nargacuga.  Break my heart and give her one but not me, why don’t you.”  

A long, drawn out chuckle erupted from the gunner and he broke the silly little act; hunting horn in hand or not, Mira was fierce with or without provocation.  Far too weary to be hounded around base camp in such humidity, he began to shift gears after his moronic quip.  Perhaps it wasn’t the...  smartest way to lightening the mood now.

“The only bugs that’ll be coming to eat me would probably be a seltas of some sort; you know how odd that woman is...  Always attracting the strangest things.  How’s Sylvie doing anyway?  Much better I hope?”

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finished art for my art trade with @underexcited-insect-glaive !! Hope you enjoy! <3