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Red Sands Cover Art by Clyde Caldwell
Fjord breached the warm waters of the Red Sand coast with a loud "Zrr-Pssht" as he cleared his nasal pores and his blowhole from the pressure his swimspeed had caused.
Looking up at the deep red clay cliffside of the sands he smiled hearing the sound of the Iguawa yammering amongst themselves at the harbor. He was careful as he swam up to the dock to make sure he didn't tilt the boats in the bay as he stood up and made hisway further inland.
Several Iguawa scrambled about his feet chittering in greeting, "Friend Fjord! Friend Fjord!" "Hello, friend Fjord!"
"Why in the sands outside of the winter season?"
"What's in the bag? Bring trades?"
He chuckled at the tiny reptiles, mindful he didn't step on any of them, "I have a delivery for Bingle. He asked me to get him something for his latest tinkerings. Do either of you know where Bingles tucked himself?"
"Bingle moved his workshop to the deep cavern!"
"Yeah, deep cavern! Said he's tinkering with something dangerous and needed space!"
"Dangerous, huh?" Fjord huffed, raising a brow before smiling. "Well I'll make sure he's safe. Thank you guys."
What is that crazy lizard getting himself into now? Fjord thought to himself as he walked the mile south towards the deep cavern. He bent down near the entrance, too big to fully enter himself, and hollered,
"BINGSTER! I got that ancient ore! You alive in there, lil buddy??"
He heard an excited gasp come from the dark hole and the scrambling of claws against the stone floor as a smear of tickets and scales came flying out at him.
The Iguawa hopped excitedly beneath him, reaching with his sharp claws while chirping
Once the Iguawa snatched the Zonaite from Fjord, he proceeded to sniff it and then gave a good, hard lick before pondering and smiling brightly, "Yes! YES! Very good ore! Excellent even! I can finally finish Zalfe's order!"
"Oh, Zalfe ordered something from you? What'd she get?" He asked with a mischievous smile.
"Can't say! Client confidentiality and all that! I already said too much! But what can I offer you for helping, Fjord?"
"You already provided the rupees to pay for the Ore. I don't need anything really." Fjord shrugged.
"Nonsense! I owe you something for your time, my friend!" Bingle smiled.
"Hmm...oh, I have an Idea, do you still have those heat charms left?"
"A plethera let me grab them and you can take your pick!"
"And it has found me...again."
Scene from chapter 5 of Red Sands, a very nsfw Horizon fic. Please be aware of warnings before going in (there's a reason it's in my Fucked Up (affectionate) bookmarks). Really good read though.
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New chapter of RED SANDS is here!!! Raph// F!Raph-centric fanfic SUMMARY: Raph is the ONLY ONE who didn't die. He promised Mikey he will not end himself. So he tried, he really tried to make Krang to do it. But of course , the universe hates him, so he develops a new power and is able to kill all Kraang Prime and single handedly win the war. But is he happy? Nope, because who cares about the word that is so empty.Is it possible to teach an old warrior to find a life purpose with the help of a new family?Or- Future Raph is torn out of his reality and meets the Rise family. Will they be able to extinguish the fire that has burned his soul for centuries? ............................ Do you like my art? Wanna support my work and help me create? Or maybe You want me to make something for YOU?PM me :) Target for my funding- new graphic tablet ( HUION KEYDIAL KD200) PLEASE help me develop my skill and create my content <3 Here I invite you for coffee. Song for art: What If I Forget Your Face ~male cover~ Jacob Sutherland
Des observateurs scrutent le ciel depuis un fort maritime Maunsell dans l'estuaire de la Tamise - 19 novembre 1943
Photographe : Lieutenant Tanner
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La photo est prise depuis la tour d'éclairage pour le tir antiaérien. A l'arrière-plan on remarque les tours équipées de batteries antiaériennes.
Le fort Maunsell de Red Sands dans l'estuaire de la Tamise au nord des côtes du Kent - 20 août 2011
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