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[CrimsonMoon]

The Greyjoys had been blessed, thats what everyone said. They had been blessed with a savior. Though this savior came as the bastard prince, Rori Greyjoy. The Forger, the Cunning, the Kracken Conquerer.

This was the twelve year old boy whom had turned the iron born even more deadly... By giving them basic knowledge. But now he was 16, leading the Greyjoys in place of his stepfather who he would soon usurp.

Rori crouched on the grey rocky beaches of the main content, stroking a huge fleshy tentacle of the kracken he had adopted. The huge black and grey beast rumbles softly with delight as the torrents of rain keep its slimy skin moist, much to its delight. Rori smiles thinly but genuinely, his black hair hanging over his storm grey eyes as he stared at the cliffs of the mainland... This would be his too... One day

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"What a pretty Kracken," A sweet voice purred and a pair of dark brown eyes peeped over from a nearby rocky alcove, "Does he have a name?~"

[CrimsonMoon]

The prince barely reacts, the kracken rumbling deeply in response instead. Rori blinks away hevy rain and murmurs," Cthulu... I just call him Krackers.."

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There was a light giggle and Daveene climbed up and perched on the top of the rock like a seabird, "Krackers. That's cute- I like it."

Her hair was so dark that it nearly looked black, though it had a greenish sheen to it. It fell free down her shoulders, curling at the ends around her chest. She peered at Rori with a curious expression, head tilted to the left.

[CrimsonMoon]

He blinks at her and smiles faintly, the heir was known for his kindness, which was quite unexpected from a Greyjoy..." Hmph, he thinks so too," Rori muses softly

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"You're the Greyjoy boy, aren't you?" Daveene swung her bare feet back and forth, just barely scraping the rock, "I remember when you first came back here to the Iron Islands."

[CrimsonMoon]

Almost immediately his smiles disappears and he looks away," You do, huh?

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"I heard from stories, mostly," She hopped to another rock, a little closer to him, "But I live on one of the smaller islands. Not the mainland. So I've never seen you."

[CrimsonMoon]

He shrugs faintly," Theres no much to tell... But you can relay it back to me if thats what you want," he chuckles, tiltin his head slightly, the tentacle sliding beneath him

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"There's no point in that," Daveene giggled, "They were just stories, ya know? Made up and stuff."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Some of them could be true," He reminds her with a mischieviously smile as the tentacle coils around his waist

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Daveene raised her dark eyebrows at him, "Oh really? Should I be fearful, then? Most people wouldn't dare approach you, especially with Krackers around.~"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Only if you wish to harm the Islands, me, any slaves or allies," he muses softly

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"Little ole me?" She pretended to look offended, "Why would I want to harm my home? I let the Sea do the harming," Daveene looked out at the ocean, "No, I prefer just staying in my little hut. No harm meant."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Bad prople can look incredibly innocent, Rori muses softly

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She chuckled and stuck her tongue out, "Yea, I know, I know. People like to call me the Sea Witch. Not sure why. Maybe I come off as evil."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Krackers doesnt seem under hypnosis nor scared," Rori chuckles and smiles kindly at her

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Daveene laughed happily, "That's good. I don't /think/ I'm evil."

[CrimsonMoon]

He smiles and pushes his hair oit of his face,"... But you may want to leave soon... This'll be a war zone soon enough..." He smiles and rolls his shoulder," I pissed off some important people.."

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"Tch, where would I go?" The girl looked relatively calm and unaffected, "The Iron Islands are my home. I wouldn't leave just because of a war."