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bloodredhands · 2 years

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FFXIVWRITE 2022, PROMPT #4: HOPE tw: none • words: 2147

Her name was Svala Varrin. This was her given name from her youth in the jungle. She was modern minded compared to that of her sisters - she did not understand why they must keep themselves locked away from the rest of the world when it was so vast, and there was so much to see. She was young, some would call her foolish. But she knew from her youth that her home would not be in the Jungle. It is not where she would stay for the rest of her days. So while Dalmasca stood strong, unbeknownst that one day it would fall to the iron fist of the Imperials - she left in the midst of the night. Rumours had spread of a growing colony to the north, and while the idea of living in frozen wastes was unappealing, she wanted something different. And this place spoke of promise, it spoke of unity.

A city in the making, an empire to be birthed, this seemingly struggling land and its people were welcoming enough to the outsiders help. While behind colossal steel walls armies were trained, and plans put into motion to retake what was once theirs.

She would witness this bustling army and its sickly blue ceruleum machines that would prove devastating in war. Whispers of men rising to power, corruption slowly starting to encase minds. But to her, it was progress. From the time she had spent with the people - and their cruel history of being outcast for their inability to manipulate aether… she felt a sense of empathy.

Though she was never on the frontlines fighting, she would often be shipped off to encampments and captured villages, healing the wounded and helping build the trust of these displaced people. Her affinity to healing magiks proved useful. And, she got to see the world. She spoke of unity and a better tomorrow, despite the swords and bullets these people had just been met with. She seemed to be convincing herself of this cause, more than the people she tended. But eventually, all of southern Ilsabard would fall to the hands of Garlemald. And so, year by year, that empathy faded. Year by year, the chill of the land seeped into her core and she became numb to the transgressions of the homes they took.

She remembers the day she met him; the White Wraith. Even in the Jungle the Guardians of the northern peaks were known. The one in particular who spent a life of solitude to protect the most treacherous paths. Never would she have thought she’d come face to face with the man who was more beast than kin. Never would she have thought she’d sit in the same room as him, watching as he sunk into the corner of the steel room.

This was not the first Viera that had joined the growing nation of Garlemald, nor was it the first Viera who had been taken. But this was the first time she felt… anger. This was the first time bile began to fill the back of her throat and she found herself cursing the will of the Dictator. But, it was too late. It was too late to change anything. She was so firmly embedded into the cogs of this machine that running felt as forgein as staying. Part of her wondered if being trapped in the Jungle would really be all that bad, in comparison.

She was faced with this hulking man who was once so full of glory and strength slipped into stoic silence. He could barely meet her gaze, and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he was ashamed of himself, or her.

Ezekiel, she had called him. Ezekiel Carus. A name in which she found suiting. A name which was full of strength and value, as that is what he was to their people. He was needed… and yet he was here. Perhaps a cruel name, in hindsight. But her intentions were not to cause him pain when she picked that name.

Their conversations were brief in the beginning. She had been assigned to the hostile Viera in hopes to teach him their words so he might better understand the things being asked of him. So he could understand commands and who he was to fight for. He was the first person she didn’t try to convince of the Garleans way of life, of strength in unity. He was the first she did not try to help understand why he had been taken from his home. He knew why, and so did she.

Most days he just listened and waited. Those pale eyes never glanced upon her as she would lay papers and books before them on the table, and try to get him to listen. She found herself trying not to look at him in turn, instead focusing on the words, and getting to repeat them back. Most days, he would not.

She had a deadline, however. And with that deadline came loosely poised threats. She was to make progress, and soon, otherwise a different method would be needed. So when the sun had risen, and she made her way into their designated learning room, surprised was she that the Viera was already sitting there waiting. Two guards posted on either side of the door gave her a helpless shrug. Her head cocked to the side in query, but she said nothing as she entered the room. The door closed behind her.

“Good morning, Ezekiel,” she spoke the words in Garlean, the first of the tongues she had been tasked with teaching him. His gaze did not lift from the cold steel table before him, fingers interlocked. Each time they met he looked thinner, heavy bags beneath his eyes. He wasn’t eating or sleeping.

“Svala.” Like always, his coarse words were uttered in their Vieran tongue. Her shoulders would slump as she came to rest her books and quills upon the table, and took the seat opposite him. Her eyes, sharp and grey, settled on the pale man before her and his tattered clothing. He looked like he’d been in another fight. They were common in those first few months, as defiance still ran hot through his veins. She knew, like many others who had come before him, they would eventually stop. He’d stop trying, as the collar around his neck would remind him of what would happen each time he did.

Part of her didn’t want him to stop trying. But, that was not why she was here.

“Shall we get right into it, then?” She asked, once more not ceasing with the forgein words upon his ears. Though she knew after all this time, and how keenly he listened, he’d absorbed some of it. He was listening. He was taking it in. He just didn’t want to speak the words that felt like poison to his tongue.

Today he seemed to sense something different about her. Not desperation, but not her usual head-strong attitude that came with trying to teach him words. Whatever it was, it caused his gaze to lift from the table and regard her features closely. She hadn’t been sleeping either, from the looks of it. Eyes dropped back to the table while silence sat between them, as it often did. Painfully so, as she waited patiently for him to speak up. If he ever would.

“If we must,” he said. The pronunciation is not perfect, but he spoke in Garlean nonetheless. Her auburn ears flickered up a little higher than before and a smile caught her lips. And hope, maybe, gleamed in her eyes.

Perhaps he felt sorry for her at that moment, perhaps he just knew more than he let on. But it seemed, at least for her sake, that it would be beneficial to learn their language so he could understand more of what was going on and more of what was expected of him. Of course, as progress was made, she knew deep in her gut that their time together would become increasingly less frequent. She knew that with each day he could hold conversations - though mostly one sided - that their time was up.

The weeks would pass, and slowly he would be sent out with his assigned squadron on more and more missions, given he could now better understand his peers and those in charge. He could listen to orders, and would obey. Or at the very least, he stopped trying to escape. And even though he showed signs of enough understanding of the language that, in reality these lessons were no longer needed, every time he would sit there waiting. He would speak little, stumble over his words, and she would mark him down for another lesson.

Svala could not deny the comfort she felt each time she opened the door and found him sitting there in one piece. Though maybe bandaged and bruised, he was there, ready to learn. With that relief, however, came guilt. More and more, each time she saw just how he changed - the ways in which he spoke, how his eyes dimmed, and his often averted gaze would begin to barely shift from her form. Always watching, always listening. His pale gaze noted everything about her, the way in which she held herself and the way in which she spoke. He watched as that cold exterior she had built would melt away, bit by bit, and her words softened as she spoke.

She still could not decide whether meeting his gaze was a good thing or not. Was it that he was more comfortable with her? Or was it that whatever shame he had once felt about her or himself, had slipped away, as he too felt the frozen will of the landscape overtake his senses. Was he just as numb to it as she was?

Whatever the reasoning, her guilt sat heavy in her gut. And though in reality she was powerless to change the fate of this man, it crippled her to know she had to watch. Thus was the curse of her name, this much she knew. To observe was her duty. She was fated to only see the paths in which people would take, and could do nothing to stop it. She could only witness as he slowly became unrecognisable to her, from the conversations they had throughout their lessons. To a shell of a man, hollow and empty, and committing the will of a people he did not believe in.

She knew this guilt could not fester without destroying her. She knew she couldn't keep up the facade that it didn’t break her every time he sat before her, dishevelled and worn. Muttering curses to himself and the demons that kept him up at night. Knuckles white from how tightly he clenched his fists, trying to grip onto these last threads of humanity he held dear. How tightly his shoulders tensed as she sat beside him, the pain that clenched his heart so tight it might burst.

How he wished it had not been this way. How he wished that she could still bring him that comfort he had started to feel. How her presence brought him hope, how she was still here, not falling into the darkness that the Empire would breed. How she may be something he could hold when it all became too much. How he wished their arms could brush by one another one more time, without fear of what would happen.

How she wished it had not turned out this way. How she hoped she could be a pillar to keep himself grounded, to hold his face and tell him it would all be okay. Even if it was a lie. How she wished she could tell him she was sorry, so very very sorry for the pain he felt and how she set him on this course. How she wished they could leave one day, together.

The guilt became too much. The pain was overwhelming. And she had to turn away. She deemed their lesson the last he would need, and she would leave, turning her back on the man who could have been so much more than what he had become. The man who haunted her every dream. The man whose life fell to ruin because of the nation she thought would bring the world together. How the lies she had spoken left a sour taste in her mouth no matter how she tried to get rid of it. She could no longer look him in the eye without feeling that shame he once felt.

It would be the last she saw of him for a while, but each time she would stand in that city upon her balcony, watching in the distance as the soldiers came home - every time, hoping he would be with them.

Oh wow this ended up being longer than I thought it would, but I wanted to flesh out an important NPC in Ezie's life in Garlemald a bit, so I thought this was a good opportunity. If you manage to read it all, thank you so much!

Also comes with a fitting song for their relationship.

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxiv writing prompt #// what lies beyond the horizon; ffxivwrite 2022 #its kinda long #just over 4 pages #im not even sorry

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waitfour · 7 years

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30 Days of Prayer for Revival -

Day 24. “How we have prayed for a Revival – we did not care whether it was old-fashioned or not – what we asked for was that it should be such that would cleanse and revive His children and set them on fire to win others.” - Mary Booth

2 Timothy 2:21 - Therefore, if anyone cleanses himself from these things, he will be a vessel for honor, sanctified, useful to the Master, prepared for every good work.

Lord, please cleanse us and make us useful vessels of honor for You. Prepare us for every good work. Lead us, seek us, and keep us from sin. Pour out Your mercy, grace, and power and set us free. Help us to seek Your favor and do Your will.

Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead Us by Dorothy Thrupp

Savior, like a shepherd lead us, Much we need Thy tender care; In Thy pleasant pastures feed us, For our use Thy folds prepare: Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus, Thou hast bought us, Thine we are; Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus, Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.

We are Thine, do Thou befriend us, Be the guardian of our way; Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us, Seek us when we go astray: Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus, Hear, O hear us when we pray; Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus, Hear, O hear us when we pray.

Thou hast promised to receive us, Poor and sinful though we be; Thou hast mercy to relieve us, Grace to cleanse, and pow'r to free: Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus, Early let us turn to Thee; Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus, Early let us turn to Thee.

Early let us seek Thy favor, Early let us do Thy will; Blessed Lord and only Savior, With Thy love our bosoms fill: Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus, Thou hast loved us, love us still; Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus, Thou hast loved us, love us still.

Dorothy Ann Thrupp was born in London in 1779. She loved children and wrote a number of children’s hymns, some of which were penned under the pseudonym “Iota” or initialed “D.A.T.”, while others were contributed anonymously. Her various hymns, mostly written in the later half of her life, can be found in Rev. W. Carus Wilson's Friendly Visitor and his Children's Friend, in Mrs. Herbert Mayo's Selection of Hymns and Poetry for the use of Infant Schools and Nurseries, in the Hymns for the Young, which she herself edited for the Religious Tract Society, and in her own Thoughts for the Day (2nd series.

“Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead Us” first appeared in a children’s hymnal compiled by Dorothy Thrupp in 1836. This hymn, like some others, was unsigned, leaving authorship uncertain but assumed. The words of this hymn immediately remind us of Psalm 23, John 10:11-16, and Ezekiel 34:23. It is a prayer asking God to care for us as a Shepherd cares for His sheep. It seeks God’s tender care, including His provision, protection, guidance, attention, mercy, grace, power, and love. As we read and sing, we are called on to seek Him early in life (as well as early in the day), committing ourselves to doing His will.

The music to “Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead Us” was composed by William Bradbury, a church musician specializing in children’s music. He also wrote the music for the favorite children’s hymn, “Jesus Loves Me.” “Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead Us” was intended to be a children’s hymn also, but it is a favorite for adults as well. Bradbury included this hymn in his Sunday School collection “Oriola” in 1859.

In addition to composing children’s hymns, Bradbury served as a church organist and as an educator. Along with his brother, he founded the Bradbury Piano Company, and edited a number of music books.

Today, are you seeking God’s tender care?

It is available to you.

Don’t put off turning to Him. Seek Him early. Do His will.

For meditation today:

Psalm 23:1-6 - The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. 2 He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters. 3 He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. 4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. 5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows. 6 Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

John 10:11-16 - “I am the good shepherd; the good shepherd lays down His life for the sheep. 12 He who is a hired hand, and not a shepherd, who is not the owner of the sheep, sees the wolf coming, and leaves the sheep and flees, and the wolf snatches them and scatters them. 13 He flees because he is a hired hand and is not concerned about the sheep. 14 I am the good shepherd, and I know My own and My own know Me, 15 even as the Father knows Me and I know the Father; and I lay down My life for the sheep. 16 I have other sheep, which are not of this fold; I must bring them also, and they will hear My voice; and they will become one flock with one shepherd.”

Ezekiel 34:23 - “Then I will set over them one shepherd, My servant David, and he will feed them; he will feed them himself and be their shepherd.”

picture by Carole Johnson

http://www.hymnary.org/text/savior_like_a_shepherd_lead_us

https://www.sermonwriter.com/hymn-stories/savior-like-shepherd-lead-us

http://www.popularhymns.com/saviour_like_a_shepherd_lead_us.php

http://songscoops.blogspot.com/2013/04/savior-like-shepherd-lead-us-dorothy.html

http://www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/s/l/a/slaslus.htm

http://www.hymnary.org/person/Thrupp_DA

http://barryshymns.blogspot.com/2011/08/saviour-like-shepherd-lead-us.html

https://austinbhebe.wordpress.com/2012/09/06/saviour-like-a-shepherd-lead-us/

#revival #restoration #renewal #awakening #children #sheep #seek #prayer #cleanse #vessel #honor #mercy #grace #power #shepherd

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midnightmagicks · 3 months

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I'm at work and don't have a cute caption but hey look it's Them

Thank you as always to @blood-and-void for letting me steal Ezie ❤️

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midnightmagicks · 7 months

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There is no theme or organization but have a random assortment of Gay Bunnies

Ezekiel belongs to @blood-and-void !!

Thank you as always for letting me steal your man ❤️

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midnightmagicks · 6 months

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Look, I AM annoying about these two but I cannot be contained.

@blood-and-void thank you, as always, for allowing me to steal Ezekiel 💕

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midnightmagicks · 2 months

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Day 11: Longing -- Ft @bloodredhands big man, Ezekiel! Feelings are hard. It's not easy to be vulnerable.

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midnightmagicks · 6 months

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Light dappling the tightly wound figures within the bed as their still forms huddled beneath multicolored furs.

Soft breathing, even softer voices.

A light touch tracing the marble-like features of the larger man's face, his pale eyes–for once, at ease– fixed on the more delicate man lying face to face with him. Something warm, something palpable in the air between them.

Both as close to the edge of love as they can handle without falling.

That gently caressing hand finds old scars and traces them too– mapping the story written across pale skin into his own memory. He leans in, tracing soft lips over these scars, whispering words of care and hope into marred flesh. Pale eyes close as the ice around his heart cracks and melts away, little by little.

Scarred hands. Steady hands. Unfaltering hold on the figure before him. What he lacks in softness he will make up for with tooth and claw and the promise of no harm shall come to you as long as I breathe. To hold his light with bloodied, undeserving hands. To be reminded that these hands are deserving, despite everything.

Face to face, hearts laid bare,

Oh how they don't realize they have fallen already.

Ezekiel belongs to @blood-and-void

Once again and for always, thank you for letting me steal him 🙏

#funny bunny// e'mal khama #ffxiv viera #ffxiv writing #my ocs #others characters #blood and void #blood-and-void #ezekiel carus #gay bunnies gay bunnies gay bunnies gay bunnies #my writing #ME?? POSTING VREATIVE WRITING?? WOAAAAAAH #hope youre all looking because itll probably be another 500 years before this happens again

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midnightmagicks · 11 months

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Hey look Gay Bunnies!

Took some cute screenies because like. Come on look at them. Ezekiel belongs to @blood-and-void (thank you for letting me steal your boy for these :3c)

E'mal constantly hanging all over him/touching is very amusing to me :)

#funny bunny// e'mal khama #magician behind the screen// ooc #my screenies #ffxiv screenshots #gpose #Ezekiel Carus #blood-and-void #Gay Bunnies Gay Bunnies Gay Bunnies!!!

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midnightmagicks · 10 months

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► Unzipping their clothes free and kissing their neck. (Ezie, double duh)

I'm answering this and then hiding I am so shy about it for some reason-- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A tease. An absolute, awful tease. E’mal only had himself to blame for this–not that he was complaining. Pinned to the cold stone wall of an Ishgardian alleyway with his partner’s leg between his thighs, he found the snapping point of Ezekiel’s patience for his antics. Little whispers, passing touches, posing in specific ways, E’mal has known what he was doing to try and get a reaction from the man, taking it as a fun personal challenge to break the stone exterior. The tipping point had been a particular phrase said in their natively spoken language– a little surprise E’mal had been practicing secretly. It had worked spectacularly, as E’mal watched the exterior wall crack. What he hadn’t expected however, was to be dragged into the immediate next alley and thrown against the wall with the large Veena’s full weight behind it.

The piercing red stare swept over him, and E’mal exhaled shakily, a mischievous smile on his face as he clawed at the wall. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could even try he was cut off by a growl and Ezekiel leaned in, a clawed glove hooked into the front zipper of his coat. A slow drag down and E’mal felt the cold air bite at his collarbone and neck. The cold only lasted a brief moment as it was quickly replaced by Ezekiel’s hot breath, a shiver running down E’mal’s spine at the quickly fluctuating temperature.

A shiver and then sparks as E’mal felt the points of teeth drag across his throat. He couldn’t help the slight whine as his knees buckled a bit, feeling himself supported further on Ezekiel’s thigh. He could feel a slight smirk against his neck at that as Ezekiel’s armored hands slid slowly up his thighs and midsection. The feeling of fangs was replaced by lips as Ezekiel roughly kissed up the side of E’mal’s neck, eliciting another whine and making E’mal tilt his head for him.

Getting lost in the sensation, E’mal was fully stunned when the roaming hands got to his chest and he felt the zipper tug back up. As quickly as it began it was over and Ezekiel stepped back, turning towards the alleyway exit. Stunned in silence, E’mal whined again but more in frustration this time. Ezekiel glanced over his shoulder and uttered a single word–

“Behave.”

Staring, absolutely stunned, E’mal’s face heated up and he practically threw himself off of the wall and stomped at Ezekiel. “Oh that is just unfair! I didn’t go this far!!”

When he faced forward, E’mal swore he heard a slight chuckle from the other, which only infuriated him farther. With a huff, he walked back to the Veena’s side, an absolute pout on his face. “And you say I’m the tease…” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ezekiel belongs to @blood-and-void uwu Enjoy some Gay Bunnies Content. There's never enough Gay Bunnies content.

#funny bunny// e'mal khama #ask answers #my writing #blood-and-void #ezekiel carus #gay bunnies gay bunnies gay bunnies gay bunnies #this isn't like....super spicy or anything #but UH for them :'D #The Summoning by Sleep Token playing as I post this feels......fitting somehow.

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shadesofblades · 2 years

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@amissa-fide / @tenebris-indutis - @huntinghare - @bloodybattles

@midnightmagicks - @vazaymir - @midnightmagicks

(Thank yall again for letting me draw your characters! They are all so beautiful!!)

#my art #amissa-fide #tenebris-indutis #huntinghare #bloodybattles #midnightmagicks #vazaymir #seraph tanwen #e'mal khama #ezekiel carus

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shadesofblades · 2 years

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( snack reverse ) : receiver brings sender their favorite food to cheer them up (Y'know Baatu giving Ezie some food would be adorable. Feed the big mans. His favourite food is meat (nondescript) :3c)

The last platter finally hit the red cloth of the table to accompany the other five dishes laid upon it. Aromas reaching all sides of the continent wafted up dreamily through the dry air, warming the space with steam and comfort. Each plate was filled with a different flavor palette; from the savory curry and spices of Thanalan, all the way to the sweet and tangy meats of the Far East. There was even a cast iron of stew native to the city of Ishgard, where they were now. The entire spread was like a recounting of Baatu’s journey put into edible form.

Wiping his large hands on the apron he wore, Baatu gave the other man a toothy grin. ��Well, dig in. We don’t want it getting cold.” Baatu popped open a bottle of liquor and poured his company a drink.

Ezekiel didn’t react right away as he seemed to be a bit stunned by the massive feast put in front of him. Did Baatu forget that he only had one guest? His red tinted eyes traveled across the table visiting each available meal until they reached the glass that was handed to him. Tracing the hand up to its owner, Ezekiel watched as Baatu laughed.

“Even I don’t eat in full plate if I can help it!” Baatu smiled as his dinner companion took the glass from him. “Can you even move in that?”

“Yes,” Ezekiel said quietly as he looked back at the food now eagerly- though you would not be able to tell through his stone-cold exterior. The creaking of a chair against the stone floor, the chef sat and began to take portions from the platters. Ezekiel watched silently as Baatu cut into a chunk of juicy steak and used forks to pick up colorful mixtures of vegetables. Until finally he spoke again, “Thank you.”

Baatu looked up from his pouring of stew, “Yea man, no problem.” Another smile spread across his lips, “I didn’t know what kinda meat you meant when you said meat was your favorite food, so I just made a buncha different things.”

Ezekiel finally started to retrieve his portions from the spread. There were foods here that were unknown to the quiet man, making him all the more eager to try them. His plate was soon filled up, a large pile of this and that. The pieces he cut for himself seemed a little too large for your average bite, but with every new flavor that filled his mouth the higher his ears seemed to perk up. “What is this?” Ezekiel asked, motioning to one of these mystery dishes.

The rare sound of Ezekiel’s question forced Baatu to quickly look over to his company in intrigue. It was nice to get a reaction out of him. The Au Ra explained the dish, what it was made of, and where it was originally from, telling a story as an explanation. The night went on heartily like this, Baatu going from dish to dish explaining them as the two ate to their hearts’ content. The clanging of silverware and glasses resonated against the stone walls and rested within the tapestries that hung against them. Long winded rambles of tales branching off from their original topics carried on the conversation. Ezekiel listened as he ate, feeling a sense of comfort in the atmosphere. This was a meal that would fill their stomachs and souls.

#AYO THANKS I TRIED MY BEST I HOPE I DID GOOD #prompts #the moonlit shield// baatu ardakium #my writing #my art #bloodybattles #sirenofdusk #ezekiel carus

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bloodredhands · 2 years

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FFXIVWRITE 2022 INFORMATION

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Main focus will be on Ezekiel Carus, though some Prompts might better suit my other OC's. Will tag appropriately if needed. CHARACTER INFORMATION // OLD PINNED POST

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Prompt #04: Hope (Extra Credit)

Prompt #05: Cutting Corners

Prompt #06: Onerous

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Prompt #08: Tepid

Prompt #09: Yawn

Prompt #10: Channel

Prompt #11: Infection (Extra Credit)

Prompt #12: Miss The Boat

Prompt #13: Confluence

Prompt #14: Attrition

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#ffxivwrite2022 #// what lies beyond the horizon; ffxivwrite masterpost #i might as well give it my all huh

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bloodredhands · 2 years

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Ezekiel Carus - LFRP/Contacts, Balmung

The White Wraith of the Skatay Range. Ex-Garlean Conscript. Wandering Monster Hunter.

- The Basics -

Name: Ezekiel Carus (Garlean Given)

Aliases: The White Wraith

Age: Appears Mid Thirties, though is blessed with being over 200 years old thanks to Viera.

Race: Veena, Viera

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Sexuality: Bisexual, Polygamy. Unromantic, but not unwilling. He just doesn't know how.

Alignment: Mixture between Chaotic Good and Lawful Neutral/Good? He's trying his best.

- Appearance -

Hair: Straight, White locks. Often pulled back or braided. Flat, messy, not been brushed in a long time. Does not care for his appearance.

Eyes: Pale due to Oculocutaneous albinism. Appear red in certain lighting.

Height: 214cm (I too, adore short Viera boys but I want him to be tall okay...)

Build: A man who wore heavy armour while trudging through snow; wide shoulders, strong hands. Muscled form. Powerful legs. Body well toned and well looked after, if you ignore all the scars.

Distinguishing Marks: Zeke is littered in the scars of combat, a man who has seen many a weapon raised against his body and come out the other end. Has oculocutaneous albinism, so he lacks pigment in his eyes, hair and skin.

Common Accessories: Swords, usually. Wears a helmet but the game won't let me. Helmet is of Garlean/Magitek origins. Dog tags under shirt, rarely shows them in public.

- Personal -

Profession: Monster Hunter, Reaper gone Wrong, Sellsword/Mercenary

Hobbies: Hunting Monsters. Hunting Garleans. Drinking. Sleeping in piles of snow. Rock climbing.

Languages: Garlean, Common Eorzean, soft Garlean accent. Viera, varying twangs of the Skatay Range.

Residence: Anywhere, everywhere. Zeke is an avid wanderer.

Religion: N/A

Patron Deity: N/A

Fears: Failing to his all consuming thoughts. Being unable to remain in control. Garleans. Failure of duty.

- Relationships -

Spouse: None.

Children: Probably sired a few children in his years, estranged.

Parents: Deceased

Siblings: Estranged

Other Relatives: Estranged

Pets: None as of now.

- Traits -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal (To Friends/Partners)

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful (Religion)

- RP Hooks -

Garlean Gone Rogue - Perhaps they fought side by side upon the Garlean banner, or perhaps you faced him upon the frontlines. Whatever it may be, he would likely have left an impression. There was a mercy to his motions - he did not wish to let anyone suffer. They were killed quickly - until he disappeared from the frontlines. Maybe you recognise him, either way!

Garlean Be Gone - Are you a Garlean? Do you desire conflict, or atonement for your sins of the Empire? Ezekiel can grant that in the glory of combat! (He won't attack on sight, but he'll only give you one chance as to why he shouldn't.)

Monsters beget Monsters - Need a monster hunter? Ezekiel does what he can for coin and food. He'll hunt monsters, take down bounties, or just be a hired guard if that's what is needed. Don't expect him to talk over much.

Outsider - His presence in Eorzea is new, and while he's adjusted pretty well to anything new and shiny thanks to his time in Garlemald, you might still find him looking lost or confused.

Other Viera / People in the Skatay Range - Those that live in the area, up until recently (the last 60~ years), may have heard of the White Wraith. The protector of the Skatay Range, valiant soul who protected the passages through the mountains from enemy forces. Until he disappeared, leaving nothing but bloodied armour in his last known place. His description would fit the whispers pretty well, care to approach the man that helped hold the line so valiantly? (Approach at own risk, he does not like being recognised.)

Other Information:

Ezekiel has been on his own for a very long time, and beyond his interactions in the Empire (which never went over well) he's a rather introverted individual. He tries, I promise. He wants to make some friends and be a little more outgoing, but he needs a helping hand sometimes. Cold exterior takes a while to warm up. But he's a good man. Just a little messed up (just how we like it!!).

About the Player:

UK based, GMT(+1 Timezone)

I work full time so Discord RP is preferred, In Game RP can be done with some scheduling!

Willing to travel to other DC/Servers in order to RP if In Game is a preferred method!

Para/Mirror RPer

M/D Themes okay, anything else is discussed.

Prefer to RP with 21+ as I am 21+ myself.

Please communicate with me and I will do the same for you! Any do’s and don’t’s should always be discussed before getting into RP.

What do I want out of RP? Friends! Enemies! Nice people to teach Ezekiel how to be normal again! If you want to RP, reach out! If there's not a hook that interests you, pitch me another! I'm open to lots of things!

Discord: PM me here on Tumblr if you want to get in touch! Carrd: ezekielcarus.crd.co

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