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MariahWhy — Kraken | June Prompt '19
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Published: 2019-06-26 20:01:55 +0000 UTC; Views: 584; Favourites: 43; Downloads: 3
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+2 prompt, +1 converted FVR, +2 shaded headshot, +1 same character, +1 lit (391 words) = 7 AP
+5 CS shard savvy talent
The world of Hireath is full of unique and wonderful individuals! Show us your true colors and tell us about what you are most proud of!
Wind whipped the sun-bleached mane, tangling the stray hairs that had previously managed to break free from the matted, salty mess. The loose sails snapped back and forth, and the sharp smell of the ocean slipped quickly by, carrying in its wake the clean smell of the upcoming storm. A captain's gut was a powerful thing, and this storm had it irritable. It seemed that so many rains brought terrible, important changes these days, and this one was no different. Other than the fact that possibly he had caused it.
He had once been proud of who he was. Captain Kraken - feared as one of, if not, the best slave traders in the Rogue Alliance. A ruthless business stallion to the Crown and the mainlanders. He had amassed plenty of wealth - enough so that he could allow his ships and crew to be destroyed at will and have another ready by the next day. He had not worried about his position in years, his only fears being the gods themselves. But, funnily enough, it would be his fellow mortals that might strip him of everything.
The Flight had destroyed the legal side of the slave trade, and the subsequent war had destroyed everything else. He should have cut his losses and sailed for Aodh at the first winds of change, but what did a pirate have without that spirit of adventure? The god-sent scagrywrs had bruised him but nothing more. The Flight had cut his legs completely from underneath him.
And now Morien - the immortal King of the Alliance - had forced him into enemy hands. He did not trust the stallion or his motives. Wasn't the idea of the Alliance to not have a leader? And yet, now they had a King. They were to side with the Flight - those militant fanatics. What did they know of business? How could he possibly believe that a group of Vagrants that lived in the mountains and wanted nothing more than the downfall of a society... that they might help him politico-economically?
He couldn't.
He would pretend, for the sake of saving face, to follow the Undead King, but his alliances now lay elsewhere.
He was not proud of what he had been forced to become.
He was not the rogue he used to be. None of them were.
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My computer was lagging too much to do my typical lineart and cell-shading, so it kind of forced me to mess around with some painterly type stuff. I'm honestly not too upset with how it turned out. But guess who is now maxed out just in time for the chapter!
