Ikhaara Kassar

Zeehva and Santanamaria exploring an abandoned temple of Graal by the always amazing NeonLaboratory! Nothing stays unexplored for long with these two around!

Zeehva and Santanamaria exploring an abandoned temple of Graal by the always amazing NeonLaboratory! Nothing stays unexplored for long with these two around!

Winter onsen (˵ ´◡ ᴗ ◡` ˵ ) ✧

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New troll dropped! Xochitl Jaguar-Blood, daughter of the Blood Matriarch Ateena, is a priestess of Zul'Nazman, born under the blood eclipse over the Heart of Darkness in Nazmir. She has reclaimed her ma'da's rush'ka mask, and seeks now to reclaim her throne.

Women,,, p-pretty respectfully

A slow exhale left her lips as she found comfort on the edge of a carved stone overhang. Bare feet dangling as she enjoyed the quiet comfort of the forest around her. The breeze danced through her thick raven tresses, and her jewelry sang softly with each movement she made. She always longed to escape, to find someplace new, somewhere she had not been before. Meet new faces, hear new stories, and write a new tale of her own. But when the excitement faded and the sun set on another new day, that was when she found herself in moments like these. Enjoying the way the breeze kissed her skin, watching the birds as they found their meal in the dirt over yonder, and reminiscing about how far she had come. There was a certain peace that was held within these moments of solitude. A peace that was only found when the adventurer realized how to sit in the silence with herself. When she found that the company of just herself was enough. Such moments are rare now with the welcome company oft found at her side, but every now and again she finds herself in a moment like this; a reminder of how far she's traveled from the woman whose biggest fear used to be being alone.

A slow exhale left her lips as she found comfort on the edge of a carved stone overhang. Bare feet dangling as she enjoyed the quiet comfort of the forest around her. The breeze danced through her thick raven tresses, and her jewelry sang softly with each movement she made. She always longed to escape, to find someplace new, somewhere she had not been before. Meet new faces, hear new stories, and write a new tale of her own. But when the excitement faded and the sun set on another new day, that was when she found herself in moments like these. Enjoying the way the breeze kissed her skin, watching the birds as they found their meal in the dirt over yonder, and reminiscing about how far she had come. There was a certain peace that was held within these moments of solitude. A peace that was only found when the adventurer realized how to sit in the silence with herself. When she found that the company of just herself was enough. Such moments are rare now with the welcome company oft found at her side, but every now and again she finds herself in a moment like this; a reminder of how far she's traveled from the woman whose biggest fear used to be being alone.

It was moments like these that made her feel so small. The ancient towering walls still standing tall and proud after watching so many years pass it by. It showed its age, sure. The cracks along the surface were akin to ones wrinkles. And the thick layer of dirt and dust that clung to its exterior, a testament of all it's withstood.

The adventurer stared up at its highest peak. Smiling wide as ideas about reaching said peak stirred in her head. Who would abandon such a beauty? She thought to herself as the tips of her fingers grazed the dusty stone walls while she walked over to the beaten and battered door. Emerald eyes peering through its large cracks, taking a careful look for anything that might have been hiding inside.

It was mostly silent, minus the creaks and moans of protest from the buildings' bones anytime the wind blew a little too hard for its liking. A few turns and pushes upon certain parts of the door, and before she knew it, she was inside. The door moved slowly, hinges rusted, and the floor no longer even as it once had been. But determined strength and practiced steps allowed her to work her way inside with ease.

The morning sun pierced through every crack, or crumbling hole in the buildings walls. Lighting up the inside with beautiful sun rays that helped reveal just how much dust Zeehva stirred up with every step. Able to see the dust dancing in the air as it was kicked up.

There was a certain sense of peace found between the walls of abandoned places such as this. A peace Zeehva had come to appreciate. Despite all it's weathered and the many creaks and cracks, still it stood, as stable as it could, reaching for the skies. Still alive. A shelter for the creatures of the forest now. There was probably a lesson to be learned for the buildings perseverance and ability to still be useful long after its abandonment. Maybe that's why she appreciated it so much.

Regardless, the adventurer set off to find what else may have been left behind within these walls. Nimble fingers looking for secret compartments. While those emerald eyes saught out what others hoped might not be found. She carefully pocketed anything that seemed to be in good condition to add to her collection of wares.

A few old necklace chains she could likely clean up. There were many books but only three of them were salvageable. A couple of odd desk statues, one an owl carved from wood, another an orc carved of stone. Even a few old coins in the bottom of one dusty drawer that she would have to do some research on to find out more.

Over the years, she had grown fairly decent at finding strangers of past hiding holes. Looking in places less obvious than the average treasure hunter might think of. Looking up was always the easy one that most would forget, and yet where a lot of things were often hidden.

She took her time today, not really in a rush. Working her way room by room until she made it to the top. The roof had caved in on one end, which she made use of as she climbed out and with some very cautious footwork, managed to find a seat on that tall peak she was eyeing before she had originally entered the building.

It was moments like these that made her feel so small. The ancient towering walls still standing tall and proud after watching so many years pass it by. It showed its age, sure. The cracks along the surface were akin to ones wrinkles. And the thick layer of dirt and dust that clung to its exterior, a testament of all it's withstood.

The adventurer stared up at its highest peak. Smiling wide as ideas about reaching said peak stirred in her head. Who would abandon such a beauty? She thought to herself as the tips of her fingers grazed the dusty stone walls while she walked over to the beaten and battered door. Emerald eyes peering through its large cracks, taking a careful look for anything that might have been hiding inside.

It was mostly silent, minus the creaks and moans of protest from the buildings' bones anytime the wind blew a little too hard for its liking. A few turns and pushes upon certain parts of the door, and before she knew it, she was inside. The door moved slowly, hinges rusted, and the floor no longer even as it once had been. But determined strength and practiced steps allowed her to work her way inside with ease.

The morning sun pierced through every crack, or crumbling hole in the buildings walls. Lighting up the inside with beautiful sun rays that helped reveal just how much dust Zeehva stirred up with every step. Able to see the dust dancing in the air as it was kicked up.

There was a certain sense of peace found between the walls of abandoned places such as this. A peace Zeehva had come to appreciate. Despite all it's weathered and the many creaks and cracks, still it stood, as stable as it could, reaching for the skies. Still alive. A shelter for the creatures of the forest now. There was probably a lesson to be learned for the buildings perseverance and ability to still be useful long after its abandonment. Maybe that's why she appreciated it so much.

Regardless, the adventurer set off to find what else may have been left behind within these walls. Nimble fingers looking for secret compartments. While those emerald eyes saught out what others hoped might not be found. She carefully pocketed anything that seemed to be in good condition to add to her collection of wares.

A few old necklace chains she could likely clean up. There were many books but only three of them were salvageable. A couple of odd desk statues, one an owl carved from wood, another an orc carved of stone. Even a few old coins in the bottom of one dusty drawer that she would have to do some research on to find out more.

Over the years, she had grown fairly decent at finding strangers of past hiding holes. Looking in places less obvious than the average treasure hunter might think of. Looking up was always the easy one that most would forget, and yet where a lot of things were often hidden.

She took her time today, not really in a rush. Working her way room by room until she made it to the top. The roof had caved in on one end, which she made use of as she climbed out and with some very cautious footwork, managed to find a seat on that tall peak she was eyeing before she had originally entered the building.