#mardigpost

GOODNESS some of these you’ll probably already know but OKAY ]]

Mardig is actually of Oronir blood, but did not learn of this until later in life.

He keeps a beaded and woven hemp ornament tied to his left horn, a gift from his adopted mother.

His hair was originally much, much darker, but it became white due to an alchemical ‘accident’ when he was brought to Eorzea.

He stands a bit taller than average for auri men.

His fighting style (that of the Hamawi tribe) is so unorthodox and seemingly random that it is extremely difficult to read if you’re not familiar with its practitioners.

He is very good at woodworking and building, and likes to carve and whittle as a hobby.

His horns and scales have a muted indigo tint to them in the right lighting.

He can’t stand sour food, but he favors bitter and savory foods.

He has a surprisingly low tolerance for alcohol, despite his size.

famous first lines of poetry BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, //  april is the cruelest month, //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveller from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, //  and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music.  // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // HEAVEN IS WHAT I CANNOT REACH! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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The xaela’s eyes narrowed slightly under his own minor pains. That skirmish was rather vicious. The imperials had indeed been getting desperate as of late, but to think they pressing into the Steppes again?

“I am no worse for wear. My hide is tough enough.” He said simply, rolling his shoulder a bit as he straightened up. In a swift motion, he flicked the gore from his blade and sheathed it. His gaze fell upon his hyuran friend once more, looking him over. It was only their mutual battle prowess that allowed them to triumph in the sudden ambush; which put a bit of a damper on the hunt they had set out to do. Their recently slain gulo gulo was riddled with bullets and absolutely reeked of magitek.

“Thing or Situation that makes your Muse:” Ask Meme Here! (Still Accepting)

Zaltys ❀ 

Playing with hatchlings and/or children. This never fails to put her in a good mood.

Mardig ❀ 

Mardig is a bit stoic so he doesn’t get overly giddy per se… but he’s very chipper when he’s around close friends and people he loves.

Hova ❀ 

She can get a little giddy when she is making something for someone that she knows that they’ll love. She is very good with her hands, so oftentimes if she gives someone a gift, it is something that she made herself.

and extra:

Janlenoux (who lives here on this sideblog: @ofthesteeloath​ ) ❀ 

Zaltys

Material things are not all that important for someone like her, so… if anything, her most important ‘things’ are her memories and those she cares about. No matter how long or short their lives, Zaltys loves and cherishes each moment she can spend with those she cares for.

Mardig

Mardig has little in the way of precious material things, but among his most important are the mementos from home he was able to retrieve from his captors in Ul’dah. One of these little things, a bone and glass beaded band, was given to him by his adopted parents and it now lays safely tucked away in his room. He also has some much beloved goldsmithery made by Pharos, which also is given a special place in his home when he is not wearing it.

Hova

Zaltys

The only time in her life where she felt true fear, was witnessing the killing of her sire, Bahamut. The King Amongst Wyrms was the most powerful being in his children’s lives, and to see him killed by Allag was a significant blow to them. Even when he was returned to them, albeit as a primal, to see him felled yet again by Allag struck her to her very core.

Mardig

When Mardig was abducted and dragged into Eorzea, he was forced into the form of a miqo’te because he was told by his captors that he would be slain on sight if any should see such a “monstrous thing, this scaly abomination”. These words stayed with him years later, when his glamour began to break, and he felt the need to conceal himself from someone he most dearly loved for fear of this person hating what he had turned back into.

Hova

[[ I really love this screencap of my lizard son a lot ;w;

The xaela’s tail flourished behind him with excitement. Syabelth’s enthusiasm to clash blades with him was a bit infectious. After seeing him easing back into his tribe’s style of combat, the hyur had all but demanded to learn some of the tricks himself.

“You won’t learn the style of the Hamawi in a day, my friend! Even with your skill.” Mardig chuckled, twirling his blade in his hand to keep his momentum going. “But if you wish to keep going, I would be a fool to deny you the opportunity!”