Army by Gloria Ocete
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@zoungama
Army by Gloria Ocete
At times I wonder what my little brother would have been like. Would he have laughed as our mother did? Looked upon the world with cool appraisal as does sire? Might his heart have beaten with unchecked passions as our sister? Or would he be his own creature, new and unknown? I wonder at times who he would have been and pray that my life is worth his loss.
~Restless shadows trouble my sleep. Disturb my thoughts and awaken me without warning. I know that I promised my love that I would undo the connection which links me to our son, Ahadu and I am making every effort to do so. But over the last half-year, the effort has grown more difficult. Not simply because his young mind is growing along with his beautiful form, but because I keep sensing a fear.
A worry that does not entirely banish and it leads me to check up on our child when I know that he is well. That he is safe. That he is loved and happy. But if that is true, where does this sensation arise from? It has loomed like a specter since his birth and it is only of late that I am more clearly noting its presence.
Is it my missing creatures, Nadir and Noir? Or something else?
Someone else?~
( @zoungama )
It’s been haunting me.
Fear.
I don’t know why even. Just this nameless faceless fear.
I’m choking.
I feel so helpless. These waves keep hitting me and it’s like the ocean and I aren’t friends anymore.
I can’t breathe.
I feel this scream boiling up in my throat but I can’t get it out, it won’t go past my lips.
Let me go!
It comes at me without any warning and it strikes like a punch to my lungs.
Please, stop!
I don’t even know what I’m thinking of any more. I feel these emotions. Love and then fear and then terror and then nothing.
I hate this.
Fire Mage by Quentin Gautier
Echo Greystorm by Fernanda Suarez
Artist commentary: “New Phoenixborn I did for Ashes: Rise of the phoenixborns © 2017 Plaid Hat Games (:”
Who would they consider to be their closest friend?
Myself. All the kids I grew up with in the Arch would knife me if they had to. Loyalty and bonds are great, sure, and friends are real, but starving to death is pretty fucking real too.
From Character Studies by Sofia Augusto
Black Is Not A Crime.
Lapping Tides
I grew up on the streets in Lion’s Arch. Back when it was a shithole pirate town made out of weathered wood we painted bright so’s no one could see the rot or the weevil holes.
Siah always said I was a lucky kid. She used to give me noodles from her Zumu’s table that she asked for specially. She left a while back, but she was nice and I still remember her.
Scarlet’s fuck-army of shitheads was something else. I think that was when I realized I was more than lucky. I was gifted.
Cause where we were hiding, we stayed alive. Me, and the others in the street that got away from the screwy plant people and krait and freaks. Like we didn’t just stay alive - everyone who was near me didn’t even get sick.
Come to think of it, I’ve never ever been sick.
Always figured it was the sea air.
Turned out I’m like, an elementalist. And the Priory teacher, Scholar Dimat, said I was pretty strong with the water element too. She had me close my eyes and shout words, and mist poured out of me. It was intense.
Those fancy Reachers have been giving me coin to keep them up to date on shit here. Ever since they all marched in, everyone, and drove out the invaders, and then had this like, super charity drive, and rebuilt the city to be all clean and stuff, there’s been a LOT of money coming in.
I got mine.
These days, I got a job guiding ships through the harbour. Used to just lug crates on the docks for extra money until the port master realized I was a hydromancer. Now I get to make bags of gold making sure the big cargo ships don’t run afoul of the tidal shifts and the new sand spits under the bay.
Got new clothes.
Got a decent place to stay.
Heck, I might even stop shaving and grow a moustache or a beard and look really grown up and find me a woman. They threw me out of the brothel the last time I tried.
Might get a ship someday. Get gold and riches and silk and everything.
The sky is honestly the limit.
finally found Zoungama his faceclaim!
“I’m telling ye, missus, we can’ get hire ons wi’ this young ‘un claimin’ the best ships hither an’ yon. Ne’er heard o’ 'em ‘fore a handspan o’ seasons back but suddenly this Zoungama ( @zoungama ) in e’ery crows nest from Garenhoff t’ Rata.”
The older sailor who’d traded salt spray for quill and ink, squinted across the desk towards Deborah who was reading the latest reports on Drake Shippings earnings. Full lips curled downwards at the corners.
“The reports make it seem as if the boy’s Six-touched.” She knew how superstitious sailors were. It was second nature in a line of work where one could do everything right and still die. Chance and all attempts to curry luck in any way possible offered small reassurance in a world that wasn’t giving such reliances willingly. The ex-sailor grunted and scratched through thick stubble which had gone hoary with the years.
“Might be, might be.Ol’ friends say that minnow handles hisself like a seasons weather reader. Might be good as ye.”
Deborah offered a surprised grunt of her own at those words. Matthias didn’t offer praise readily. More often than not, it was pried from the old man’s lips like gold from a miser’s fist. She turned the report over and whistled slowly. “…he’s really getting this kind of pay?”
“Aye. Earning gold over silver from the telling. He’ll be set up pretty as her queenship soon ‘nough if he don’t piss or fuck it all away.”
She didn’t bat an eye at the sudden vulgarity. It was Lion’s Arch after all. “Seems he might be worth scouting…or at least, keeping tabs on. Think you can handle that Matty?”
Rolling rheumy eyes, Matthias noisily rose with the crackle and pop of joints which had more to do with his retirement than a desire to leave the ocean’s briny bosom. “Aye, I’ve a few what’s got eyes an’ ears still for the right price.” At the door he paused to ask. “They jes’ lookin’ like? Not tryin’ t’cut competition are we?”
“No..it’d be a shame to ruin a possible acquisition, Matty. Just observe and listen for now.”
“Right ye are missus.” and with that, his bow legged gait carried him away.