#arseaz

OC Kiss Week 2026 - Heated

Facing a destiny of killing the Elder Dragons that upset the balance of Tyria, Arseaz struggles to shoulder the new leadership he's taken on in the wake of taking down his first Elder Dragon - Zhaitan. Especially since his body had decided to supplement the chronic lack of magic he has struggled with since birth by drawing on the latent magic the dragons exert. With the one active one down and out of mind, his body adds to the frustrations of growing into a military Commander worthy of leading The Pact with fatigue and complications he can no longer solve alone. And with the threat of a rouge Sylvari awakening another Elder Dragon, will he be able to become a finely tuned weapon in time to protect Tyria once more?

And I was the child of an Elder Dragon.

I didn't know when the change began. Perhaps it was after speaking to Luminary Kahedins, the soft-spoken Firstborn unweaving the destiny The Dream had laid for me in a spiral of confusing snippets of worlds and times my unopened eyes had yet to gaze upon. Perhaps it was when I lifted the hilt of my first weapon - a Greatsword far bigger than I stood - and took my first swing in training. When I learned that there was a right and wrong; an ally and an enemy. Perhaps it was when I felt the first twist of envy at seeing The Warden exchange their shifts, glistening with the dew of a world outside The Grove, and all of the rights and wrongs I would come to learn existed outside of its leafy walls. Perhaps it was when I first saw soldiers of a far different calibre than I, scarred and clad in glittering armour, visit The Grove and sing songs of a glory my tongue longed to taste. Or perhaps it was something far simpler that changed me from the quiet, innocent-eyed Sylvari whose body shook with fear at the destiny I would have to uphold. A boredom, that the songs and laughter Sylvari, blessed with a kinder Dream than mine, could live for an eternity on would not satisfy. When the Vigil came, their weapons and armour scratched proudly with battle, I answered. Perhaps I thought it was simply what I had to do, it was simply the right answer. To grow stronger. To know victory. To fulfill my Wyld Hunt. Or perhaps I was simply bored, the first ticket out of the gentle cradle of The Grove an enticement I could not ignore, and would not. I longed for the excitement that tales and stories told valiantly by others promised in their song. And by The Pale Tree, I would have it.

Prompt list

Prompt list

💤 - Lyhil - Light Sleeper but probably a deep sleeper if he feels safe. Always a little bit on the Aware side when sleeping. Can, will and has, attacked people who have scared him awake (particularly with noise). Arseaz - Lightest Sleeper in Tyria. Not even sure you could call it sleeping by that stage. Far too aware of what's going on around him and far too hyper-vigilant 👠 - Lyhil - No. He's way too top heavy. He'd certainly Try and maybe if it was boots he'd be alright. But ultimately he'd need a lot of practice to be able to. Arseaz - Yes AND he'd give you a cold stare for suggesting he wouldn't be able to. Somehow...it loses the allure knowing you're going to get a lecture about fooling around with pointless questions after he's proved you wrong.