#The Coast of Arishore
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Your Antagonist’s Backstory | Becoming
Week 2
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Content Warning: Violence, blood,
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Vjeran stood in the corridor with his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He’d walked out of the meeting when he realized it wasn’t so much of a meeting as it was a designated time to give audience to Jeren’s latest bad decisions.
Bad was an understatement, really. With every passing year things seemed to be falling apart faster, Arishore’s actions becoming riskier, the war becoming deadlier. He knew it wouldn’t be long before it was too late to fix things. And it was all thanks to his brother and his selfish, anger-driven decisions.
Mathias walked into sight, Phael not far behind him, likely silently protesting whatever it was he had decided to hate today.
“Are you waiting for winter?” Asked the doctor as they passed, a twinkle in his eye.
“Waiting for my brother to stop being an idiot,” Vjeran spat out.
“Me too,” Phael replied.
Vjeran chuckled, watching them walk off and go about the rest of their day. Together, no doubt, and he was glad of it. Mathias was a good influence and seemed to be the only one capable of controlling the fiery rage that Phael had surely inherited from his parents.
When the doors opened slowly, Vjeran stepped back out of the way, not wanting to look open to conversation with the others. Watching the Council members walk out, Alek and Cyran were the first to appear side by side, both looking irritated. Behind them Elaria grinned at him, muttering something about how he should have let his brother have it instead of walking out. She was probably right.
Meira and Gabriele walked out next, and behind them Adrian, who slowed down to say something.
“You’re right, you know. Everything you said in there.”
Vjeran scoffed, “My words fall on deaf ears. Besides, I didn’t hear you say anything.”
He looked him in the eye, “I say things in my own way.”
And with that said, he too walked away. Vjeran stared after him, his head beginning to ache.
“We’re celebrating Moonsayde tonight, Vjeran, the least you can do is stop glowering.”
He snapped his head the other direction, ready to stop glowering and ready to begin a fight. His body was instantly hot with anger.
“I’m sorry, celebrating what, exactly?” Vjeran let his voice rise to just below a shout. “The utter chaos you’re about to bring to our region? Or the hundreds of people that are going to be killed because of you?”
Jeren adjusted his vest, the glittering crescent shaped buttons were loose, hanging dangerously by thin threads, just like his temper these days. And just like Vjeran’s patience these days.
He began to walk away, his expression utterly unbothered. “That too, it’s all the same.”
Vjeran lunged forward, grabbing him by the arm, his nails digging in, “Don’t walk away from me!”
Turning slowly, Jeren glanced at the hand that had gripped him and raised a brow. They stood there a long moment, both of them unsure of how to proceed – this was the first time Vjeran had allowed himself to be this aggressive with Jeren. He was tired of being reasonable, of being the calm and friendly brother.
In the corner of his vision he could see Adrian hesitating after noticing the conflict. He was a ways down the corridor, but had clearly been paying attention. Jeren either took no notice or didn’t care. He ripped Vjeran’s hand off of him and smoothed out his sleeve.
“I’ll do what I want.”
Vjeran opened his mouth, only to be slammed backwards by a rush of magic, his head slamming against the window with enough force to cause his vision to flicker. He willed his anger to flow through magic of his own, but his brother had already seized him by the neck, his skin burning like fire.
He yelped, attempting to surround his attacker with threads of magic to at least get him away. But the pain was already taking its toll on his ability to do anything but cry out and grab at the hands nearly strangling him. Jeren’s magic was too strong – and this was only the start of what he was capable of.
“If you’d like to continue to be able to run around Blackwater pretending that you have a place here, then you need to keep your mouth in check.” Jeren dropped him, “I know you fancy thinking that leading the Council is a collaborative effort, but it’s not. I’m the oldest, you are not. I have the crystal, you do not. I am the head of the Council, and you are not.”
Vjeran held his shaking hands to his neck, hot blood sticking to his skin and dripping down, soaking into his shirt.
He coughed, gasping for air when he attempted to speak, quickly giving up and allowing himself to slump into the floor, his forehead pressed against the cold stone. He couldn’t do anything more as Jeren turned and began walking away. A heavy feeling of dread began to grow within him as he realized, perhaps the first time, just how far his brother was willing to go to stay in total control.
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COA Taglist: @etjwrites , @alwolfesblog , @project-nightshade , @bexminx , @ruth-lund ,
Written for Your Antagonist’s Backstory ( @yourocsbackstory )
Week 1 can be found here! (The introduction scene takes place years after what we have happening in this post)
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He looked both ways before ducking into the narrow alley between the two buildings. His shoulders rubbed against the cool and damp walls as he rushed ahead, following the path in an abrupt turn to the left and smashing into something.
Stumbling back, he realized it was another person - a tall woman wearing a scratched up leather eye-patch, the thin straps disappearing into her dark hair beneath her hood. She was attempting to distance herself from him in the tight space when the sound of the guards moving down the road caused them both to go still and listen.
The two of them eyed each other warily, waiting until the guards had passed before moving back to allow more space between them. That’s when he noticed a small, polished button sparkling on her cloak. In the shape of a crescent moon.
Glancing from her eye-patch to the button, he began to recognize who he might have run into.
“Are you… are you the human member of the Council?”
“What do you want?” Her voice was soft and quiet, even tinged with distrust it was not what he’d expected.
“I’m Ryvik’s chief messenger. I-,” he stopped.
Could it really be he was speaking to a Council member? Here in Haladavar? Could he really be so lucky?
“There’s something going on at the castle that I believe the Council should be made aware of.”
A look of comprehension flashed in her eye as she gave a sharp nod.
“Follow me.”
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COA taglist: @etjwrites , @alwolfesblog , @project-nightshade , @bexminx , @ruth-lund ,
#it's been a minute since I've posted COA stuff!#when Erynn and Scarlette first met they were both on the run from royal guards#trouble makers lol#COA#COA 2#The Coast of Arishore#WIP#writeblr#writeblr community
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Your Antagonist’s Backstory | Choice
Week 3
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Content Warning: Violence, blood,
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Vjeran watched his brother and the others disappear from the path and into the woods. They moved carefully, watching their surroundings, not speaking a word. Wherever they were going, it was clear to Vjeran that it wasn’t proper Council business.
Only one person had noticed him as he trailed behind – but that one person had been Adrian, who knew better than to alert the others. Vjeran hadn’t even attempted to hide himself, meeting the other wizard’s gaze and offering him a nod. If anybody was on his side, it was Adrian.
He waited another moment before leaving the path too, crossing the stream and digging his toes into the steep muddy bank. He had a feeling that his brother was about to cause trouble and needed to follow at a closer distance. If he could move parallel to the group, he stood a chance of being able to catch sight of their destination, and perhaps even warn whoever was in the way.
Reaching out, he grabbed a tree to pull himself up, the pale trunk curving oddly towards him as it moved downhill with the soil. As he found his grip, something nearby snapped. He stilled, feet sliding slowly backwards as he listened for another sound.
Moving his head slightly, he attempted to see around the tree blocking his view, letting his grip loosen as a small object whistled past his face, grazing his ear as it disappeared behind him.
Humans.
Vjeran ducked back behind the tree, preparing to throw out a strong current of magic at the first person he saw, his palms already tingling with energy. He didn’t, however, see anyone before he was suddenly hit. The sharp object pierced through his pants and into his leg by the time he saw movement from the corner of his eye. The energy in his hands dissipated, the strength in his legs gone in a heartbeat.
He took a deep breath, bracing himself for what was about to come, and was swallowed by darkness.
Vjeran awoke gasping for air, his body snagged on the stones in the shallow stream. Smoke scratched at his eyes, scraping against his skin and burning his throat. The sky above him was tinged red, the trees ablaze crackling loudly.
Running a hand over his leg, he couldn’t locate what had hit him, assuming it had been taken out or had fallen out. But it didn’t matter, the Velridrun was still running through his body, leaving him weak and helpless.
“Oh, hello.”
Craning his neck, Vjeran saw none other than his brother, standing up on the path with a wry grin on his face.
“Wanted to join in on the fun, did we?”
There hanging around his neck was the crystal, glowing the same deep red as the fires around them. It made Vjeran’s blood boil.
“What happened? Did you forget how useless you are in battle?”
He forced himself to sit up, the water that had soaked into his clothes was painfully cold now, biting into him with every movement.
“You’re nothing without the crystal.”
“Sounds like someone’s jealous,” Jeren took a quick glance around before leaping down into the stream.
“That crystal isn’t meant for someone like you… but it isn’t meant for someone like me either. I certainly don’t want it.” He glared up at his brother, feeling small beneath him, “anybody with possession of the crystal is an enemy of mine.”
He gave a short laugh, “I can live with that.”
“You’ll die with that.”
He would have said more, but Jeren had finally snapped. With one swift motion, hit foot collided with Vjeran’s face.
Bringing his hands up, he rolled onto his stomach, desperately willing his magic to be restored as his breath caught in his throat from the hot pain spreading across his entire face.
He could the taste blood in his mouth, pooling in-between his lips and his teeth. With a trembling hand, Vjeran grabbed his brother’s leg, letting his blood stain his clothes as he clenched his fist into his pants and met his eyes.
“Die with it and know that I had a hand in your death.”
He expected another violent kick for that comment, but instead was hit with a deluge of magic. It struck him once before seemingly engulfing his entire body, slowly building pressure, depriving him of breath and setting his nerves on fire.
If Jeren wanted to kill him quickly, he could. This was meant to be slow. He wanted him to suffer. To burn with the trees and blow away as ashes in the wind.
His body jerked and twisted, and he couldn’t tell if he was screaming or if it was simply in his head.
And then it stopped.
He became limp, keeping his eyes shut and nearly allowing himself to lose consciousness.
A voice shouted in the distance, something about the fire and getting out. Vjeran wondered if a Council member would come across him and drag him back to Blackwater only to have Jeren finish him off there.
But a few moments later, as he opened an eye, his brother was already retreating.
The woods were all but screaming around him as it burned.
A wave of nausea hit him as he let out a choked sob, realizing that he could no longer feel or move his legs.
So this was it.
Vjeran didn’t move until he could feel the heat of the flames fill the air. Reaching an arm out he clawed at the ground in an effort to move his body away from the flames and towards Valindra. Towards any region that wasn’t Arishore.
Jeren wanted him dead?
Then so be it.
He pulled himself forwards, misplacing the stream’s rocks and tainting the water red with his blood.
Today was the day he would die.
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COA Taglist: @etjwrites , @alwolfesblog , @project-nightshade , @bexminx , @ruth-lund
Written for Your Antagonist’s Backstory ( @yourocsbackstory )
Week 1 can be found here!
Week 2 can be found here!
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OUT OF CONTEXT
WIP QUOTE TAG
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Phael scowled in the doctor’s direction, “I-,”
“He slept in the stairwell waiting for you to wake up.”
“Mathias!”
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Character Flaws Tag
Tagged by @stuffaboutwriting , thanks! :)
Going to use Phael , from COA 1 cause I love him.
Rules: Bold the negative traits that your character has.
absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless | temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic
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Rather than someone who people sought out, Mathias became one to avoid. His temper was short, his words sharp. He would reflect on the many times he thought that perhaps he had been too harsh. He wished he had been more vocal about how much he had cared.
Ziel paced in his room most nights, his chest tight with suppressed sobs. He wished it had been him instead.
Viern hurt for his brother most of all. He hurt when Ziel pushed him away and provided only fake smiles. It was almost like losing him all over again.
Ceja tried not to think about it. The Council still had to function - she couldn’t let herself fall apart. But her mind often wandered when she noticed the several empty seats during Council meetings.
Lyre spent days and nights checking on his friends. He’d find them when they didn’t want to be found, just to make sure they weren’t alone. He stopped writing, finding himself unable to scrawl coherent sentences and smearing the ink with fallen tears.
Ren wanted to find the truth. The how, the why. But there was no clue to follow, no literature, no person to turn to. So he stopped asking questions. He lost his drive.
The scar on Scarlette’s palm served as a painful reminder. But also as a reminder that she was somehow connected to all of it. And that made her determined to chase down answers.
#COA 2 gloomy times#COA#The Coast of Arishore#WIP#ocs#might add taglist later#writeblr#writeblr community
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Her head hurt.
And it wasn’t because she had hit her head on the rafters three times.
An arm’s length away, Erynn was an unmoving shadow in the darkness. He hadn’t moved since pressing his head into the overstuffed pillow, his body turned away from her.
As expected, he had offered to go elsewhere, his voice hesitant as he told her he meant to respect the privacy and personal space of others. Well, he had begun to say friends, but had swallowed the word uncomfortably and offered her a winning smile instead. It made her heart head hurt.
She had opened her mouth to mention the numerous times he had casually ignored her personal space – but didn’t have the heart to tease him. Instead she calmly explained that she had shared much less with much more people. The words felt wrong, but it was true.
It was also true that she was afraid if he left tonight, she’d find him near death the next day,
or not find him at all.
#COA 2#The Coast of Arishore#this is a scene that'll be in the story but I'm structuring it differently for the posts#part 1#fluff#WIP#writeblr#will add taglist when it's all put together#basically a there was only one bed trope#xoxo
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Happy Mother’s Day!
In honor, I give you Erynn’s mother, and Phael’s mother. Sadly, they are both no longer around by the time the books roll around, but they are not forgotten. The important roles they had in the past are often mentioned throughout the story by various characters.
Johalanna:
Erynn’s biological mother
Former queen of Haladavar
She lived with depression and anxiety, which became severe enough to negatively impact her life once she took a role as a region leader.
She loved long, detailed, jokes. And definitely had a loud and infectious laugh.
She was also very skilled in the art of lettering. If you know where to look, you can see some of her work in the castle.
Very compassionate ♥
Saphielle:
Phael’s mother
Former Council member 🌙
Didn’t particularly dislike humans - she was overall very accepting of Arishore interacting with other regions.
But she was difficult to please and not entirely friendly.
To those who knew her, she was loyal and fiercely brave. She would jump into the midst of a battle if it meant she had the chance to protect someone close to her.
Picrew used: The Lady of Hera )
COA taglist: @etjwrites , @alwolfesblog , @project-nightshade , @bexminx , @ruth-lund ,
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Last Line Tag
Tagged by @etjwrites , thank you!
(ALSO a reminder to the world to check out the newly released Thorunn!)
Thaine came to a sliding stop, staring for a moment before giving an exasperated sigh.
“Oh, it’s you.”
The newcomer laughed, “It’s me!”
Tagging: @nicopeppah , @time-space-and-the-muses, @alwolfesblog , @pe-ersona , etc. etc.
#Ziel's POV#Thaine is so over Erynn lol#COA#COA 2#The Coast of Arishore#WIP#last line tag#writeblr#writeblr community
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Before they were Council members...
Phael was a little more out of control prior to becoming head of the Council, beyond studying and arguing with anybody at Blackwater, he often caused general chaos while on escapades with Ziel. He also spent time trying to reverse the bad decisions his father made - which he was surprisingly successful at.
Ziel, being Phael’s best friend, usually got dragged into his escapades and unwillingly caused a bit of chaos himself sometimes. He read and studied often and far beyond what was necessary, and tutored the younger members of his village. Always a favorite among the children, he sometimes gave them audience to unique beautiful displays of magic. When his brother wasn’t off on official messenger business, he enjoyed spending time with him.
Haryk was a scrivener, who for some reason also had vast knowledge of chemistry. So needless to say, he occasionally took on tasks that required such knowledge. When that wasn’t keeping him busy, he enjoyed taking to the woods to hunt.
Ren spent long days and nights studying to become an architect. Not understanding how to give himself a break, he also liked to create and solve puzzles, riddles, and anything that offered a good challenge.
Ceja comes from a family of high standing and connections to Blackwater. Her family tried hard to control her and decide her path in life, which led to her becoming very good at hiding behind a facade and getting away with doing what she pleased... which involved a lot of traveling, learning to play various instruments, and spending time with Xander.
Lyre was the local introverted writer of his community. He wrote stories, poems, songs, you name it. In his spare time he enjoyed helping with the care of animals.
Xander, like Ceja, comes from a family of high standing. However, he got on with his expected roles fine. On the flip side, he created a hush-hush “community” of wizards who worked to ensure humans lost or trapped in Arishore would be able to leave safely. His favorite pastime was hanging out with Ceja.
#had to get this typed out once and for all#COA#COA 1#The Coast of Arishore#The Council of Arishore#writeblr#writeblr community
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Find the Word Tag
Tagged by @novanovelwriting , thank ya! This is one of my favorite tag games! Always an interesting look into various projects without even knowing the entire plot sometimes ~
Words to find: hollow, hand, heart, hold ~
Hollow:
“We’ll have no trouble finding him... he’s no longer hiding.” Scarlette’s voice was frighteningly hollow. her gaze slowly moving to the closed door.
Hand:
She was resting her chin on her hand as she answered him with a small smile and a slight nod. The dappled shadows on her face flickered as the clouds outside were swept along by a breeze, the hanging baskets overflowing with vibrant green vines catching her features in shadow every now and then.
Heart:
Scarlette struggled with her bound hands, her heart pounding in her chest as the rider hastily dismounted and rushed towards her.
Hold:
She attempted to hold her breath as she ran to escape the vapour, turning the corner and colliding with a shadowy figure. The hilt of a Haladavarian sword glinted in the moonlight - she gasped, inhaling Velridrun and falling to her knees.
Here are the new words: Shine, slow, control, sweet, boot,
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OC Backstory | Ziel | VII
Ziel | The Coast of Arishore
Intro | Parents | Friends | Education | Siblings | Rivals | Friends II
Ziel recalled the day like it was yesterday. He had walked along the border, fearless and calm as he gazed out at the emptiness of Valindra. And then he had seen him – a motionless body lying out in the prairie. Ziel had ventured out to investigate, only to end up awaking a startled human. A startled and very injured human.
Ziel ultimately saved his life, but he never expected the human to willingly come back to Arishore, and he especially never expected to form a friendship with him. . .
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A cloud of birds took to the sky from the trees, alerting Ziel that something was approaching.
As he raised his gaze, he frowned. It wasn’t a something, but a someone.
A human - a familiar one. His dark hair was pulled away from his face, his striking blue eyes looking anywhere but at Ziel. He appeared to be fully recovered from his past injuries now, pushing his way through the shrubbery with a spring in his step and the ghost of a smirk on his lips.
But he stopped before coming too close, as if testing to see if their previous understanding still held true. He frowned as he met Ziel’s gaze.
Ziel wasn’t sure himself where he stood with the human now. But regardless, he took a cautious step forward.
“What’re you doing back?”
Thaine threw out his arms, “Do I have to have a reason?”
“Yes. Especially when you returned to this spot specifically.”
If anything, he knew that Thaine had meant to find him again. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, and glanced around to ensure they were alone.
“I hope you’re not causing problems for anybody here.”
“I was really only planning on causing problems for you.”
“Oh?”
He looked slightly off now, “I wasn’t sure if you’d run into trouble after helping me out…”
Ziel smiled. So this visit was a good thing.
He shrugged, “You’re not that kind, but that was a good excuse.”
Thaine’s expression had softened at his jest, and he took several steps closer.
“You’ve never been to the coast of Arishore, have you?” Ziel stepped back, “Would you like to come with me to see it?”
His eyes lit up, but he wasn’t about to give up his act so easily.
“What’re you going to do then? Push me over the edge?” He seemed to shift forward before stopping himself from coming closer, “Why’d I go there with you?”
“Because you’re my friend.”
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Written for: @yourocsbackstory
COA taglist: @etjwrites @alwolfesblog @project-nightshade @bexminx @ruth-lund
#short drabble this week cause am busyyy#for background: Thaine is a pretty infamous criminal in Haladavar#but he really cares about people#he takes care of all the outcasts in Haladavar#COA#The Coast of Arishore#yourocsbackstory#writeblr#writeblr community
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OC Backstory | Ziel | III
Intro | Parents | Friends
Having a best friend who is next in line to lead the region isn’t always easy…
TW: Implied physical abuse
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Ziel stared at the ground, taking a deep breath and folding his arms. A bee was traversing small stones, still slick from last night’s rainfall; he watched it in silence until it took off, circling him briefly before disappearing.
“Does Mathias know?” He finally spoke, but his voice shook as he pushed back the urge to hurl a torrent of magic towards the manor. Somewhere inside, the wizard responsible for this was likely going about the day as usual. Doing nothing to help the region, and –
He looked up at Phael.
And hurting his friend.
“If Mathias knew, it would only cause more problems. Could I stay with you for a while?”
He looked back down, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
Upon receiving no reply after several long moments, and finding nothing to focus on at his feet, Ziel looked back up. The redness around Phael’s jaw, and the fresh burns on his neck looked even worse now. But it all didn’t look as bad as the expression on his friend’s face.
“You’re afraid of being seen with me.”
Ziel shook his head, his heart beginning to race, “No, that isn’t it.”
“Then what is it?”
“When my village was attacked, the Council did nothing. They could have helped – could have stopped it from happening even. I -,”
“I’m not the Council.” His words were low, and suspiciously void of anger.
“I know that. I just don’t think my village would be a…” the rest of his words died in his throat as Phael turned his back on him.
“That doesn’t mean you need to go back in there, there are other places you can stay!”
And just like that, Phael turned back around, his glare piercing Ziel.
“I know there are other places I can stay.”
He regretted having ever said anything at all, so he said nothing as Phael walked back towards the manor. But as he neared the door, Ziel outstretched his hand, reaching for Phael with a torrent of magic – far stronger than what he had intended. What was meant to have been a gentle resistance, gained strength from his anger and fear, hurling into Phael.
He fell – hard.
And when he didn’t move beyond sitting himself up, Ziel froze.
But there was no fiery eruption of anger. Hardly even a reaction. Not even a glance in his direction. It nearly took the air from his lungs.
Ziel warily began to approach, his steps gaining speed as he began to realize there would be no retaliation. He fell to his knees in front of Phael, attempting to look at him through the silvery strands of hair that had fallen across his face.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that,” he whispered, glancing down at Phael’s trembling hands.
They were scraped up from colliding with the stone steps.
Slowly, he raised his head, his hazel eyes unfocused and his lip split and bleeding.
There was nothing but silence between them for several long moments. He leaned away when Phael slowly stood, wiping the blood dripping down his chin.
“Let’s leave,” Ziel said, his throat dry.
“Where?”
Phael’s voice was too quiet, too small.
“We can go to my village.”
Averting his gaze, Phael shook his head.
“You don’t have to.”
“I…” Ziel sucked in sharply, “I’m not afraid of being seen with you. I’m afraid of how they will treat you. If I take you to my home and they look at you the way they look at your father… if they do something to you…”
“I know. I never asked to stay in your village. I asked to stay with you.”
Ziel searched his face - looking for a hint, a glint of amusement in his eyes. But he was quite serious.
He carefully placed his arm on Phael’s. “Let’s leave.”
Something in his tired smile told Ziel that he understood him. That he understood he didn’t have to ask. Because he was Ziel’s friend - his best friend. And wherever he went, whatever trouble he got into, he’d be right there with him.
Even if it was his village. Even if it was in the manor standing before the head of the Council.
No matter where. No matter what.
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COA Taglist: @etjwrites @alwolfesblog @project-nightshade @bexminx @ruth-lund
Written for: @yourocsbackstory
#friends are like walls#sometimes they hold you up#sometimes you lean on them#but sometimes it's enough to know they're just standing by#yourocsbackstory#The Coast of Arishore#COA#writeblr#writeblr community
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Last Line Tag
Tagged by @time-space-and-the-muses , thanks! :3
“It must be difficult, being here.”
The messenger nodded, pulling up their woven scarf to wipe at their eyes. The letter from Blackwater was still shivering in their hand, a bit torn on the edges and covered in dirt, but unopened and safe.
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OC Backstory | Ziel | VI
Ziel | The Coast of Arishore
Intro | Parents | Friends | Education | Siblings | Rivals
When Phael became head of the Council of Arishore, he dismissed all members under his father and picked new members.
Aside from Ziel, there were eventually five other members chosen to fill the seven spaces. He had already been acquainted with Ceja and Xander, had heard good things of Lyre, but had not met Ren or Haryk until they arrived at Blackwater. Ren was the youngest, and Haryk was the oldest. They were very different. In other words, Ren was inquisitive and seemed to have no weight on his shoulders, and Haryk was much more hardened and less willing to form close bonds with the others. Especially Ziel.
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Haryk stepped to the left, and then the right, effectively blocking Ziel’s path forward.
He had felt this was bound to happen, that Haryk would sooner or later attempt to corner him and tell him exactly how much he didn’t like him. From the beginning, he could see the distaste glinting in his crystalline eyes.
“Where’re you off to at this hour?”
“I’ll be spending the next several days at home.”
Haryk offered a feigned look of confusion in response, his dark brows furrowing. But Ziel wasn’t about to become frustrated with him, if anything, he wanted to appear oblivious to Haryk’s disregard for him as long as possible. The Council was no place for feuds of any kind – especially these days.
“I’ll be meeting with my brother,” Ziel added.
“The messenger, right?”
He nodded, “Yes, Viern.”
“I see… you’ve been visiting often recently, haven’t you? Family’s important, but as a Council member, you shouldn’t be running off so often. Have you suggested to your brother that he come to Blackwater? I doubt Phael would mind.”
Ziel clenched his teeth. There was nothing wrong with that he said. It was true. Ziel wasn’t upset at all by what he was getting at. What did bother him, was the way Haryk mirrored his movements like a predator after prey. The way he laced his words with unspoken warning.
Despite his mindful intentions, his foot slid back nervously, hitting the base of the stairs he had just descended.
“It’s more suitable to meet elsewhere.”
“Why is that?” Haryk asked without missing a beat.
“He prefers to keep a respectable distance from Council matters.”
“It seems you both have that in common.”
Ziel didn’t even blink. Haryk’s mouth was tight, his eyes watching him – waiting for a reaction. He wasn’t sure he could even give him one. Instead, he spoke the only words that would form in his mouth.
“I’m sorry you feel that way.”
It seemed his apology had little effect, as Haryk hardly took a breath before going on, “I’m not the only one who feels this way.”
Something in Ziel’s stomach twisted, his expression surely betraying his discomfort now. Haryk was a lot of things, but he was no liar. So... how many of the others didn’t think he belonged in the Council?
“Sometimes I have to wonder if you’re here for the right reasons. If your heart isn’t in this, then you’ll end up causing harm to not only Arishore,” he paused, tilting his head thoughtfully, “but Phael as well.”
At this, Ziel couldn’t help but narrow his eyes. Of course he would use Phael’s name against him.
But Haryk was wrong. If he had attempted to get to know him, he would understand that Ziel wasn’t only in the Council because Phael had wanted him to be. He meant to try his best as a region leader – he wanted to see Arishore healed.
He wasn’t going to say he was wrong, however. Haryk could make Ziel his adversary for as long as he wanted, but Ziel refused to make Haryk his. Waiting quietly, he wondered what else he would have to say before finally letting him leave.
“Well, perhaps it’s your heart that’s the problem.”
Ziel’s throat was dry as he answered, “What would you say is wrong with my heart?”
Haryk finally stepped aside, “It’s too soft.”
And to that, Ziel nodded as if he hadn’t heard that before.
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Written for: @yourocsbackstory
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Tagged by @etjwrites , thanks! I love doing this tag as well as reading the random snippets from other projects ~
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Words: Hide, Betray, Wrestle, Lucky, Silver
Hide: “How long were you planning to hide the fact that you are feeling unwell?”
Betray: It would have been a shame to betray herself like that.
Wrestle: Nothin!
Lucky: “Well…” He started again, after some silence. “If you try it alone again, you won’t make it out of Haladavar alive. Nobody gets that lucky twice.”
Silver: Something silver sparkled, sliding down the cantle of the saddle, and he quickly leaned over and snatched it before it fell.
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New words: Smooth, soft, red, twist, wood,
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