Mark Jefferson of Arcadia Bay (Jash's Dragon Army)

This dragon has been named: Mark Jefferson of Aracdia Bay by me as no one else suggested a name. I named him to reference a character in the game Life is Strange. The location of the game is Arcadia Bay and the character is Mark Jefferson. He is a...very interesting character to say the least.

The bio I have planned for him is:

Crossing the Divide 72

"May I be frank, Your Grace?" Selmy finally asked.

"You may, Ser Barristan." I replied.

"I did what I had to do to protect Daenerys. Jorah was never going to tell her the truth so the duty fell to me."

While my husband was honorable there was no doubt in my mind the man was correct. Jorah would always have had to be pushed into confessing the truth. Still, Daenerys could have let him explain himself more fully. She could have been kinder to the man who had risked everything for her. Yet she had sent him away. It had fallen to Selmy to tell my former queen the truth.

"You could have told her to restrain herself when talking to Jorah." I argued. "She could have avoided him having grey scale in the first place."

"I did not know him as well as she did." Selmy said. "If I had known him I would've reacted differently. What I saw was a man who had lied once and might done so again. I couldn't risk Daenerys' safety for a man I didn't really know."

-This is a Mature Story
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Jorah Mormont Fic

You can read it HERE

Impossible Odds

"If you want someone honorable by your side, Jon is the one. My father trusted him and he has a title."

"I thought so too but then I realized he wasn't."

Daenerys walked so that she was standing in front of me. It felt as if she was a harsh fire that could chase away any cold. She was beautiful and strong. I was glad to be in her service no matter what I couldn't do. No matter if I could never hear her cry my name as I made love to her. No matter if I couldn't feel her t*** underneath my hands and in my mouth.

"I've finally figured something out, my bear." Daenerys said. "I've been running for a long time. After Drogo...after...after he died I couldn't stand being hurt that way again. Daario I chose because he was fun and amusing. If I choose Jon I'll be doing so because he's the easier choice. I don't have to worry about him. He's not like you. He's never hurt me like you have. Then again he has never showed me love like you have."

Daenerys put a hand on my check and I was helpless to do anything but lean into it. We stood there a moment just looking at each other.

"I'm not going to run anymore, I can't." My Khaleesi said. "If I'm going to rule the Seven Kingdoms and defeat the Night's King, I can't let fear get to me. I won't. I love you, Jorah, and I always have."

-This is a Mature Story
-It's a Game of Thrones Fic
-It's a Jorah Mormont Fic

You can read it HERE

The Host Review (Part 2)

I talk about the two main leads in this part of the review.

Question is...which one is worse?

Crossing the Divide 71

Red, the color I had chosen for Alice, spread more densely on the map. It seemed as if there was a hand about to curl around the cure distribution area. I had to remind myself that the added red was merely minor sightings. This could mean Alice or her allies had appeared in the area briefly. Possibly only one or two minor members of her team at that. Still it meant that the distribution area could become compromised and quickly.

"Give an estimate how long Alice has been around the distribution zone." I told Noah.

"One month at most." Noah said after a brief pause. "Most likely less."

If that were true then Alice wouldn't have been able to fortify any real stronghold. At least not to such an extent that the Mormonts would have problems overpowering her. I could simply do what my husbands wanted and crush Alice so that the distribution area would be secure. That would be simple and easy, yet I was unsure about that plan. Not only would it cause a further divide between Alice and myself, there was the matter of innocents being harmed. It was my caring for innocents that had started me along this path and I wouldn't give up their lives easily.

"Shut off the holograms, Noah." I said and the AI did so. "Inform the Kaari to go to the Council room. Tell them I have made a decision."

I walked out of the room and towards my destination. As I walked the humans looked at me in worry. I was walking with more purpose than I usually did. It was as if I were a wolf about to chase his prey. Near the Council room I saw Chris. He looked at me and I at him. We started to head towards the Council room together. He was of high enough rank, being the leader of the Rasiki, to join in on any Council meeting if he wanted. He usually avoided them, though.

"I assume you made a decision." Chris said.

"Yes." I replied.

"And I also assume some of the Kaari won't be happy."

"Can you guess which ones?"

Talking with him felt good. He was a good friend and had accepted I felt no love for him. To this day I had to be reminded that he was the true father of Alec Isaacs. I had to be reminded that we both had lost a son when Alec had died.

"Alexander and Samuel." Chris replied and then grinned when he saw he was right. "Those two want to fight even when there are other options."

"Alex nearly destroyed the world on accident." I pointed out. "Sam is still angry about being grown instead of born. I keep both in control and they will both do what I want."

-This is a Mature Story
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Doctor Isaacs Fic

You can read it HERE

Crossing the Divide 70

Melisandre stood in the Great Hall. Her hands were in chains and her necklace had been removed so that everyone could see her true form. Even as her skin sagged, she looked in control. She seemed ready to accept her fate whatever that might be. Jon and Jorah sat on opposite sides of me while Selmy took his place behind me.

The air in the Great Hall seemed to be much colder than that outside. The story of Cersei Lannister's death had gotten out and so everyone knew how deadly Arya Stark, Lady of Winterfell, could be. The only one not showing any fear was Tormund who kept making glances at Brienne. The knight was just a few seats away from Jaime who she seemed much more comfortable with. Though, truth be told, I had seen a certain kindness when she looked at the wildling. At least from time to time.

"I should have you killed, Melisandre." Arya said sounding more like an assassin than a lady. "You murdered Renly Baratheon with a Shadow Assassin, convinced Stannis Baratheon to burn his daughter alive, and unspeakable deeds that we're unaware of."

Those seated leaned closer towards Arya. The Dothraki that did not have a good grasp of the common tongue had those around them to translate. I waited until the temporary translators were done. The names wouldn't mean much to the barbarians, but at least they would know what was being said. That's what was important. Soon they would be able to forget Westeros if they so chose.

-This is a Mature Story
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Jorah Mormont Fic

You can read it HERE

Animorphs Re-Read: Megamorphs #1 The Andalite's Gift (Chapters 41-44)

Chapter 41

This chapter is narrated by Cassie.

In a series of doom and gloom. Of brother against brother. Of good and evil being a myth. In this series this chapter starts off with Marco complaining about ugly people being on the beach. It's a very light-hearted way to start the chapter with the previous chapter being full of Tobias not feeling good enough.

Rachel chimes in that if ugly people can't go to the beach, Marco can't. Oh god, I love you two!