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Pandora’s box hath been opened!

So I pretty much loved all of the cast of Shadowbringers. There really wasn’t one character that made me go ‘Ugh enough with this guy’ which is really refreshing. This came out longer than I expected so I’ll put it below the cut. Shadowbringers spoilers ahead!

Ojene and Valkyrie have absolutely had a flex-off once. All sleeves rolled back, no holds barred. The question of which of them was most swol is undetermined, but everyone was a winner that day.

Rex usually sleeps on her side, with her limbs splayed out or else curled tighter in towards her core, occasionally kneading her claws into the sheets or pillows in her sleep. She absolutely does twitch and wriggle when she sleeps, too, and she purrs or growls too, rather than sleep talks.Generally she’s on her couch or on the fur rug by the fire though. She has a double bed, but she rarely uses it, anymore- it reminds her too much of the person whom she dedicated a side of it to. 

OH NO AND BY THAT I MEAN OH YES

Name: (Rex would probably want Ras to name her a good Keeper name, maybe something like Lhotse, and she’d be of Clan Kacha’s line of course!)

Gender: Probably Female, just based on odds!

General Appearance: Thick black hair and fur that never, ever lays flat, with Rast’s slight grey-tinted complexion, and her mother’s emerald eyes. Long fangs, and a brush tail- three quarters keeper, one quarter seeker. Grows up to be quite tall, though perhaps not quite to Rex’s full five foot and seven inches.

Personality: With a mother like Ras, she’s bound to be a spirited kid with a taste for mischief, that Rex is only happy to indulge. She’s talking rings around the both of them not a moment after she learns how to, of course- but like both parents she has a heart of pure gold and a genuine will to do right by people, in whatever she does.

Special Talents: She’ll have been taught to ride early since both Ras and Rex have their own birds, one very Fast and one very Strong and neither of them gelded so she’ll have a nuanced sense of control and respect for horsebirds. Ras’s experience with tek and gadgetry will probably rub off on her too, giving her an edge with every new advance in technology while her poor old dad is left scratching her head still.

Who they like better: Probably Rastirah just based on that slight matriarchal tendancy in their culture- and Rastirah may do a little less nagging about being a responsible person, which Rex can’t help but do- but she’s probably just as likely to trudge up to Rex for cuddles when she’s poorly as her mum, because dad still gives some pretty great hugs.

Who they take after more: Rastirah on the whole, although when she was first born the shock of black fur was an unmistakeable clue.

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

<<DISCLAIMER: This piece implies a multi-WoL canon, and features my own take on the Warriors of Light. This canon includes my own background WoL, Faucillien Arscelin (Faust), the WoL of @thegoddamnhawkman , Calypso Corvus, and Arbert, a WoL that serves as the 'poster child' of the group, bearing a near perfect similarity to Ardbert, the Warrior of Darkness from FFXIV.>>

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To watch a sin eater 'eat' was an experience that few wished to see. Grotesque was but a word for it, and only those with a mental imbalance tipped so far into sociopathy that they had little chance of redemption in the first place desired the sight of another living being having its lifestuff drained.

To those who would be the Warriors of Darkness, however, it was a necessary sight to understand their enemy.

Of course, this did not mean they had to enjoy it.

"I hate it," rings out the disgusted, malice-filled voice of Calypso. The Thavnairian Hyur cannot keep a grimace from her expression- in fact, she would not- and her firearm is taken in-hand. "I hate it, I hate, I- Faust, I'm killing it."

An ebon-armoured hand rises, palm flat. A sign to hold fire, which any trained marksman knew (unfortunately for Calypso, this same hand had made it enough times that she had to know the meaning). "Not yet." A man's voice, tired but focused- that was Faust speaking, and all of them knew it. As if any other in their group were black platemail- he was a Dark Knight, after all. His eyes narrow at the sight, pointed ears flicked up. An Elezen's sight and hearing was the best of the group, as it stood.

The spider-like sin eater's vicious fangs sunk deep into the corpse. Alabaster skin is stained with red, red blood, as energy swirled from the corpse into its maw. Slowly, but surely, the Hume who fell prey to the attack was being physically drained of vitality, body deflating like a spent balloon.

"No, it's disgusting, I-"

"Gods be good, its voracious," another man cuts in.

"Shut the fuck up, Arbert, no one asked you!" Arbert was always one to state the obvious (someone had to do it), and Calypso was quick to shut him down for it (less necessary, but that never stopped her). 

"Does it matter? Can't I make a comment without y-"

"Both of you, quiet." It always fell on Faust to draw their attention back; so he does with a snap of fingers, a point to the Eater. It has ceased in its feasting, attention drawn to something in the background. Dripping fangs are brought to bear, stance hunched down- but the draining stopped, as did the rapid desiccation of the corpse. "Look. When it's not actively focused, its prey doesn't decay."

"...Different from the bigger one we saw," Arbert mutters under his breath. "That seemed able to drain just as a side thought."

"Not to mention, why isn't this one trying to convert the dead?" Calypso's focus might be haphazard, but when she had a point, she stated it. "The winged one sure did- didn't even wait until they were dead."

"Strange, isn't it?" Faust does not move his hand, but his eyes turn briefly back to his companions as the spider starts to devour once more. "Varying power levels? Are corpses less fit to be eaters? It's hard to tell, without side by side comparisons."

"Yeah, well. I don't think we're getting that any time soon."

"...Don't tempt fate, Calypso."

"Means I can take more out in one shot. Speaking of-" She rattles the firearm in her hand.

A sigh passes the Dark Knight's lips. His hand falls forward, pointing.

"Hey, Calypso," Arbert begins. "You're gonna warn us before y-"