#astralwings

This is my MYO Submission (ty for allowing me to post on tumblr). Oleum is a young astralwing from Stardrift and works as a performer! Despite their flashy appearance Oleum possesses no magical abilities. It’s their dream to perform in front of Queen Ascension and the royal family. Oleum is a master of dance, utilizing flowing fabrics to add flair to the performance!

Today she was handling some business,at the publishing house.There were complaints about the shipment orders being lost and the staff was having a tough time trying to fix the situation.But because the shrine is also busy at this hour she told the maidens to take over while she was gone.But she was told by one of the mikos that there was a man that requested a audience with her but for now their guest had to wait.She told her priestesses to just tell him too wait until she got back from fixing a small issue with her company.

Metropolis. A city filled with criminals of different descend, all coated in layers upon layers of vice and tainted blood. This city reeks of faithlessness and disloyalty, all drenched in the coating of black mud that is only cleared by so-called heroes who occupy this city. No one knows her but she already starts up with a positive public image, coming into this city with investments for the better future of people who live here. Artists be it painters or singers or dancers are beloved by her charity, given a place to entertain and showcase their skills to a brand range of investors who sought out talents from the outside of this large city. What a time to be alive to be an artist, right? And yet, the cloud of mystery continues to conceal the truth of the matter, an ice queen whose eyes reflect the other but do not show the depth of her abyss. 

Today, an interview is scheduled, but she finds it boring to remain in this office. She is always dressed to impress, extravagant in her outfit and in her nature. It is a mask she must keep but also an attitude that keeps her entertained. Like this, there is no expectation of her being a dangerous woman but only being seen as someone who only has her own things on her own. Luxury speaks of spoiled nature, and she is all too happy to feed this treacherous wine to those of this city who don’t know better. Her wish is domination over boredom, full control of her entertainment. 

Ah, finally, today’s ringleader for her show comes in. No, no, no. Ringleader is wrong. She is the ringleader today, it’s her desire and she will make it true. The city is still vastly unknown to her despite the small ‘spies’ of her made of ice lurking around in different shapes no one will notice giving her enough information to know where to go or what’s going on. Zarina smiles as she hears her secretary stating that the reporter is here. 

Clark Kent. She heard a lot about him (and already met him before when first arriving to Daily Planet herself to ask if they could write about the charity event she’s planning in exchange for an interview), seemingly a normal young man, but she heard he’s got a knack for good articles. Why not make him her connection to one of the newspapers to keep up her good image? Sokolova hums as she pours a glass of wine while leaning against her table, her outfit screaming artistic luxury. A patron of arts, certainly. The stones, the accessories, the suit, the style, the confidence. Today will be a fun day. 

“You’ve finally arrived, Mr. Kent. I was afraid I’ll finish the bottle before you’ll come in,” she teases, bringing the glass a bit higher to look through the red liquid at the man who entered her office. It’s simpler than one would expect. The dark colors would feel oppressive but she is the white light in this office in her white suit with splashes of color here and there. The design remains more monochrome, but the colors of red, silver, and golden would be seen on certain furniture pieces. The room was well-lit thanks to the wall behind the woman being a window, the natural sunlight coming in and letting the other who enter the room witness Zarina, who would be sitting at the table, as almost a heavenly sent with that silver hair and golden gaze. It’s why she only uses this office for her “daily” activities. 

Coffee: Book that reminds you of your childhood?

The Percy Jackson series! I was so obsessed with it when I was a kid and I'll still reread my old copies occasionally.

Marble: Favourite time of day?

Early in the morning (if I can wake up that early lol) or midday when the sun is out!

Brownie: a band/artist you used to like but don't anymore?

I can't really think of any? I sort of just drift from artist to artist

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