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[glitched-aya-blog]

scrappedpages, blancblack-king, toomanymogekomuses, sea-stxr, mogexkov, fishboneprincess, and the-odious-octopus has unzipped your file

{ϟ}—; Just a plain stare from the girl...

[bluesea-mikotsu]

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redsearises

sea-stxr

red-sea-sal

sxrxlxs

egmxnt

{💧}—; ❝ Visitors, How lovely. Hello there. ❞ 

[tate-yama]

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{★}—; ❝ Hello! You’re not from here, are you? I’m Ayano, you are? ❞

[killerdolphinsshow]

❧ sea-stxr

           She wanted to go home. She really wanted to go home. If anything was scarier than the sharks that swam through the currents, it was the sea that was dyed a deep, deep red. She was all alone and she wasn’t sure what to do.

          The dolphin would wander hopelessly as she lost her own fight against her tears. This was it. She was definitely going to die!

[rabbitandtherose]

Red Abyss

sea-stxr

Quietly, the girl walked down the art museum, her footsteps echoing through the halls, she’d been here, trapped in this odd magical place for for quite a while, and yet... she always found herself back here in this hall of paintings...well, not exactly, every time she entered a hall filled with paintings, it was different...

It wasn’t that bad, for each painting...somehow connected to another world, even when she tried escaping back to her home, she always found herself in some gallery, fillde with portals to another world...well, they were still paintings, it’s just that they always connected to a world related to what was in the painting.

But this time, she found quite an odd speciment...

This painting was...red. utterly red. And covered in eyes, skeletal hands, and other things.

She stuck her tongue out in disgust...what on Earth? Did this connect to anything?

She didn’t know, and she didn’t want to know, as she came closer to examine it... ....

.........She tripped over something, and found herself falling face first into it.

....

When she came to, she found herself surrounded by red...just like the paintings, her tone of voice sounded utterly frightened, adn she looked around...hopefully for help.

“....h...hello?” She whimpered

[feathersofsilver-blog]

{ littlequxxn }

{ seastxr } 

{ captainxanne }

{ oftherivers }

{ razeoflycans }

  ▹◊             The harbour was rich with life, a buzz never ending, from dawn ‘till dusk, alive in its own being, a life she was proud to be graced with and able to give to everyone under her reach. Means were met of her business, the lady of the hold simply wandered through aisles to see if there were anything catching her eye, with guards not far behind as dicreetely as they could. - Oh, I’m terribly sorry. - She turned at the sudden bump while eyeing exotic fruits. - I was not paying attention.

[vicky-greyjoy]

Grain and Freshwater | Shiera & Victarion

The city was a noisy bustle of hideous foreign tongue, and the did led Victarion's head to pounding within his black helm, throbbing in unison with his shield hand.  Would that they all celebrated in their own homes, he lamented as he walked away from the slaveowner's manse.  His stomach was already tied in knots from the filthy business he had conducted.  Men and women are not sheep, I ought not have sold them.  But the gold was already there in his hand, and his fleet would need provisioning on the way from Old Volantis to Meereen.  

It was scant hours later that he saw the containers of fresh water, meat and grain being loaded onto the Iron Fleet, though even with his keen eyes, it was hard to pick apart the workers from the countless people dancing and cheering in the streets.  "Do not look so glum, giant Westerosi-man," a stranger chided in heavily accented Common, "the dragon queen is dead!  Even your savage people shall reap the benefits."  A part of him wanted to pick the Volantene up by his neck and end his miserable life, but he was, overall, quite weary of his time on land.  When he received confirmation that the goods had been transferred, he was rowed back to the Iron Victory, where he gave orders to leave the free city with all haste.

It was cool that evening as Victarion had his dusky woman change the bandages on his hand once more.  Each time, he swore that he would watch her carefully as she tended to him, yet the searing pain that raced through his nerves always led him to forget.  If she is poisoning me, it will be the last mistake that the harlot ever makes.  Only just after new wrappings were bound fast to his hand, a knock came upon his chamber door.  It was the quartermaster of the ship. "Lord Captain," the man acknowledged, "it seems the Volantenes gave us more than what you bought."  There was a note of disdain in the underlings voice, but for all the insubordination, Victarion could not fault him for scorning the Gold price.  "I shall see for myself," he replied, and followed the fellow Ironborn down to the lowermost deck.

A thin layer of bilge sloshed over his sabatons as he walked past numerous crates to where the quartermaster directed.  "Over there," he insisted, and the Lord Captain turned around a corner of provisions to find that it was a girl.  Almost more a ghost than a girl.  Her skin was unfathomably pale, and her hair equally so.  Her eyes may well have been a more serene kin to the Crow's Eye's, yet Victarion felt no less discomfort for seeing the mismatched pair.  "A woman.  You brought me down here about a woman?"  He was rather surprised that the man had not simply taken her for his own rather than report her to the captain, yet here they were.  "You," the Greyjoy barked in a commanding baritone, "who are you and what in the stormy hell are you doing on my ship?"