blood warrior

why did i decide to level it to have another account to clear 12s on ??? ?? 

Physical Attraction Levels 💔 Non-existent 💛💛 No Preference 💝💝💝 Date-worthy 💘💘💘💘 Fancied 💗💗💗💗💗 Preferred

Roegadyn

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Hyur

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Elezen

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Miqo'te

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Lalafell

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Au ra

note that this isn’t a citta affiliated post, this is a personal thing, but this is the most relevant blog to make it on!

that means for all of you playing xiv who haven’t gotten to the end of the newest patch’s main scenario quests, there will be spoilers on this blog. seeing as cotota exists in a world where she is not the only warrior of light, as well, that means her path is free to be written between story updates.

the memory of a friend can push you forward in even the toughest of situations. and, as she traced her claws over scars freshly formed over the soft flesh of her neck, she could only feel thankful for the ghost who’d been a voice to call to the living when she’d had none.

they’d never been terribly close, but dull as she was now, cotota missed ysayle’s light.

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you’re finding this strangely genius. a woman, daze and confused, says nothing at all but only takes pictures of her face. it was the title of an enigma, a mystery that only time would be able to comprehend and you, the bearer of her reactions, would only send more pictures of your delightful rump. time after time.

she could only wonder if this man was a manderville. his actions could only suggest that much. after several failed attempts, she finally managed to realize just what she was doing, how she was able to send frozen images of herself in time through this strange device.

it would probably do her well to attempt to speak his language, if he was indeed a manderville.

      It takes little for the sire to sense the coming of a child. An ability which pride can be taken from for the hunt. It also serves to come in warning. These are not the traits of a common Human being let alone an Elezen man. They are the marks of a beast ,of a dragon.  While he may no longer possess the Eyes of Nidhogg while in this lang the might black wyvern has left his mark. He has burned it upon his body much like he did to the lands of Coerthas.

      She names him. Yes, that is his name is it not? He is his own being and not a bitch to be ridden by the likes of a filth who combats for control of his mind. Nidhogg is the enemy he must face, defeat. It is a voice he has not heard whispering sweetly into his ear since being dropped in this strange town.

            “Cotota.”

      The greeting is short with little meaning behind it. Saying that he remembers her is a far stretch. After all it is impossible for those without the blessing of Echo to truly gaze upon a Warrior of Light. Her blinding appearance and knowledge of him is enough of an indication though, and he, he had traveled with such a being at one point. The name that falls from his tongue though and her reaction to follow should warrant enough proof. Then again he also remembers several other pillars of light in his life.

she watched quietly, eyes trained on the corners of his mouth, the movement of his shoulders. donned in full, carmine-coated drachen mail, it was hard to ascertain the man’s reactions, but as the edges of his lips dipped ever deeper from ingrained frowning position, she could only hope to understand his thoughts. what confusion was he feeling? what anguish? what measure of will did it take to shoulder a thousand years of rage and still stare upon a comrade with a shadow of clarity?

through her blood coursed the distant traces of some other wyrm, but reckless consumption left a woman struggling for her own self with an innate sense for the great wyrm’s call. why was it, then, that the shade’s pull influenced not the parts of herself she struggled to keep at bay? in its presence, she’d always struggled.

cotota shook her head. this was estinien, but this was estinien. not the azure dragoon, but not the man devoured by the great wyrm’s shade. 

had she been of any other race, perhaps the woman underserving of the title he’d recognized her for would have pulled the younger man into her arms, offered some sense of mothering comfort, yet, she could only swell with pride in the face of his strength of will, in seeing even a fraction of the young elezen still before her. she only ever knew how to respect a warrior, and a warrior he was. 

a warrior, but not entirely estinien. 

her light was nothing compared to the others, dulled, dirty, willingly tinged red, but she imagined her relative happiness in the moment would have left her aura glowing. what a joy it was to see the boy alive. 

the scales at the edges of her lips crinkled upwards, she offered him a soft, slight smile. this was not entirely estinien, but it was a step.

( do you ... remember? )

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was this the echo she was experiencing? no. her visions here had been dulled, even limited. she shook her head. the vision wasn’t receding from the glass surface of the small device in her hands, either. 

it continued to flash with an expanded version of the man’s rear.

she tapped at the screen more, trying to minimize the image, in the process, several more messages were sent, images of her own confused face.

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[message]: hotee with a bodie wann know lol r u dtf?

she’d no idea how to work a phone. it was the first text message she received, after all. she managed to catch a bad shot of herself holding the phone upside down, to send it with a random smashed assortment of keys.

she could feel a familiar pressure in the air. the tension left a tingling sensation in her horns, the skin under her scales shifted, the stood on end, her tail stiff. the weight of the air left a chill on her skin, but she couldn’t trace its source. familiar. it was only familiar. familiar. dravanian? something that called in her blood.

she was never the sort to feel fear, only to seek out that which would cause it. so, with hands upon her knives, scales standing on end, she took careful steps, searching the off-balance air around her through the hollows of her horns.

and there he was. enough of a shock for a warrior’s knives to slip, slack, in her fingers, and fall with a dull thud to the grass beneath her feet. enough of a shock for the oh so strong, oh so silent warrior of light to come to a pause with an ‘oh’ on her lips, words on the tip of her tongue.

a name, a name to match that color of vermillion.

“Hooh~?” Feeling the firm stare of the other made Angra to turn around, it wasn’t especifically anger or any puzzlement about her. A hand reaches for his chin, followed by him looking at her carefully.

   Hmmm? Do ya have something to say ‘bout this?”

did she have something to say? no. never. the horned woman rolled her shoulders into a shrug, offering bent arms, palms turned open, facing upward, tail hanging lazily between her legs. did she have any comment to make? not now. this wasn’t a person that was worthy of her words, despite her curiosity.

   “Haha, so is the city now into a breaking point where any action could lead to a war? Kihihi, humans are always so entertaining. Why bothering until you realize there is a war? Just go and do shit already.”

not that she actively thirsted for war, but she could understand a want for bloodshed, that heightened high that was a fight, that was conquest. those that feared it, how could they mistake the feeling? she, who was raised for it, would never know. 

@xhaela

Anders had to admit that at least his sector wasn’t the worst. Like, he’d heard one sector was completely filthy - another the streets moved around? Or was it the  buildings? Either way, it was his worst nightmare.

Really, there wasn’t anything he could truly complain about, except that it wasn’t home. And it wasn’t, it wasn’t, it couldn’t be. It would never be.

The parks were nice, at least, even if the zoo unsettled him - animals were not meant to speak. They simply - they were not.

He tried to ignore how the fact that he knew there was an underground city beneath him; he tried to ignore anything that reminded him of the Deep Roads (fuck the Deep Roads).

Even after his brief time in Hive City, he was quickly becoming accustomed to .. things he had never anticipated existing. Not even sort of. He was adapting relatively well, all things considered, but some things still made him stop and pause.

Like this person, who looked somewhat like if a dragon had become a human, who has just sat next to him.

He pauses, tries to look away, because he’s aware he’s gawping. Shit.

He glances back, starts staring again, and away again.

Hell.

“Uh. Sorry.”

she took quiet bites at the bread and cheese she’d purchased from the market previous, enjoying for a moment the memories of home that simple food and drink could bring to a man. culture shock abounding, she found this world foreign and strange, and for a woman with tendencies nigh on mute, voicing her discontent was far from likely to happen. 

she took out her frustration in frequent, near violent bites, her thick, scaled tail standing stiff, its edges twitching every so often. it was not as if she could not detect the stares she garnered, even for one of her kind, her appearance was strange. an au ra woman spotted in the dravanian forelands would have been offputting enough in her home, but one turning so quickly towards a dravanian appearance was a cause for fear. she wondered, at times, how her fellows in the holy see kept those who would have cried heretic off of her tail.

again, her tail stiffened, stood on end. his stare sent a chill up her spine.