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@shathyar &&. said... “ i did what i had to do. ” ( hello! from ei. )
he's not sure why he bothered trying to speak with his creator to begin with. it's impossible for her to remember what he's become — EVEN GODS are subject to irminsul's sway. the wanderer has freely acknowledged in the past that he's beyond the point of CLOSURE. if by some miracle, his mother could recall everything ( hidden away inside her perfect magnum opus ) — what would that change? a piece of pottery can never be perfectly whole again once it's been well and truly shattered; he is no different. a vase, a bowl, the cracks littering his artificial form filled with liquid gold. he will never be that pristine, innocent creation — he is merely the creature that stumbled out from the puppet's ashes. his entire existence is predicated on a foundation of BETRAYAL, built by her inaction. her unwillingness to take responsibility for the creation, weapon, son she brought into this world. there is nothing that can be said or done to fix that.
his fingers are clenched around the GOLDEN FEATHER that he wears, so tight that it hurts. he wonders why he continues to keep it with him, even if he's accepted reconciliation is out of the picture. perhaps some part of him has always feebly hoped that she would recognize it — recognize him, and swoop in to save him from the PERILS of this world. it's such a childish desire, he feels embarrassed to even entertain the idea.
❝ by ABANDONING me? ❞ he wants to sound HATEFUL — and it's so infuriating, because in spite of everything, the wanderer still cannot find it in himself to despise her. anger is a useful emotion; he would love nothing more than to submerge himself within it until the mere thought of his mother is but an unpleasant echo. yet he can't, and the self-disgust ren feels as a direct result is so potent it makes him feel sick. ❝ maybe you would feel differently if you could actually remember A THING. ❞ he continues aloud. that's a lie, a voice in the back of his head whispers. ( an unwanted contrarian; it sounds like the balladeer. ) if she actually cared, she would have done something a long time ago. she didn't even intervene when you became a god. and that is true, as much as he hates to admit it. he thinks that selfish, attention-hungry part of him hoped that she would — if only to eliminate the problem she CREATED.
❝ you should have destroyed me when you had the chance. ❞ before he knew anything about this world. before this world knew anything about him. ❝ that would have been the SMART thing to do. but you didn't ... you disguised cowardice as mercy, and because of your decisions, everyone suffered. ❞ myself included. he TIGHTENS his grip even further. knuckles go pale and bloodless. the edge of the feather digs harshly into his palm, too dull to rend flesh. ❝ did what you had to do? don't make me LAUGH. ❞ it's too late for that; a tiny laugh ( unsteady and humorless ) spills from grit teeth before ren can think to smother it.
❝ you did NOTHING ... and that's the problem. ❞
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#shathyar#( sorry for the delay!! i wanted to let this one simmer in my brain for a bit SKDSKJ i was very excited about it )
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@shathyar ( Hylia )
"It was never meant to happen this way."
How is the story supposed to go, then?
He doesn't know who she is. Something in him sees her for what she is though, keenly. Feels it, resonantly. Like how he imagines a spider spinning its web would, the dawning second before something bigger — something colder — crushes it for the audacity of being spotted. He thinks of a legend told on a dying breath, remnants of a myth powerful enough to draw the world to a near end, a sword deemed only for him. A path deemed only for him.
He thinks, shamefully, he might not like her.
The forest has fallen silent. The fairies of the fountain, too, make little sound as they circle him. It's a quiet that curdles the air, lathers it thick with a feeling that walks along the shivering line between fearful and awed. There's a weariness that cannot be touched in this child, that has him bowed over on his knees in these shallow waters, and it weighs all the heavier as his scrapes and scuffs are kissed away by fairydust.
Do the divine want? Do the divine hope? What is she expecting here? What is she seeking from him? Link breathes like he isn't a heartbeat removed from losing himself in his own skin, and looks up into eyes that will never meet his.
"It did," he slowly, vainly, says with his hands. Can she see him? ( Does it matter? ) He hasn't memorised the sign for anyway yet, so he reconstructs: "But it did."
#shathyar#( hello hello! thank you lots for this!!#i hope you're okay with link because he vibed very hard with this ahaha#placing this. further than i usually would. but it feels right (and also he can at least sign a little)#[thinks about link not knowing shit about fuck about hy.lia but vaguely disliking her by proxy because she is Important the way#the golden sisters are. the way they are gradually rubbing him wrong. or however that saying goes. sorry hy.lia] )#* lionheart / ic.#* ic / para.#* lionheart / answer.#* v / the world: unmoved.#01. shathyar
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▴ — @shathyar ;; hylia: this is why the sheikah are my favourite
He wants to object.
His upbringing tells him he can't.
Well, time for more incense.
"At least Impa would be proud of me for the first time in my life--"
#shathyar#( Sheik VC: is that a blessing or a curse I can't tell-- )#▴ — castle town gossip / dash commentary.
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" i am so sorry, for everything. " - from hylia!
Ask Meme -- @shathyar
Link's lips press together, a fury burning in his blue eyes as he scowls at the great goddess statue. This does not have the same vague statement as before when he prays at the smaller statues for energy or endurance. No, this is a reply to an unspoken question, an accusation he has truly yet to voice, but she gives the reply anyway. Finally she dares to truly speak, deigning him with a response after so many years of silence! But why on earth should she even speak to him when she refused to say anything to her--to Zelda?
He stands in the same place Zelda stood not so long before, the waters of the Spring of Power circling chill against his thighs, cold despite the warmth of the air around him. And he remembers Zelda's prayers from long ago in that very spot, scowling at the emotionless face.
Hand sweeps away from his temple, thumb and pinky finger sticking out. << Why? >> he snaps--the summation of so many questions. Why hadn't she answered Zelda? Why did she allow this to happen? Why is she only just replying now? Pointing at the statue, he taps his temple before his hand curls into a fist, working a circle on his chest. Fisted hand sweeps out from under his chin, thumb sticking out. Right hand curls into a fist which he sweeps the top over with his left hand. << You know sorry is not enough. >>
#shathyar#mute courage || link#saying sorry#setting this during botw#link has beef with one (1) goddess and does not care about the consequences
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OOC: Manifest
This one felt like it needed some OOC commentary.
I'm not entirely sure why but, from a “mechanics of writing” perspective, Manifest was the hardest short I've written in a long time. It's not the longest thing I've written for these characters (that goes to Kyuu's Extinguished at just under 3,000 words) or the most emotional (locked away in Discord, there's stuff that wracked me up for days). But challenging. I threw away so many words, so many times.
I still don't know how successful I was at putting together the major and minor points I wanted to, let alone the references I tried to weave in - like Seraanna herself, parts are indistinct and provide no real answer. Still, I slept soundly last night for the first night in several, so I must have gotten something out of my head.
This story’s an inflection point for Seraanna, the first steps on the path she's being set on for Visions of N'Zoth. And while I have an idea for the broad arc, the final shape isn't set in stone. It's RP, after all.
Shath'yar commentary/translations after the cut.
For Shath'yar, I try to build my own phrases using a mix of Wowpedia's Shath'yar page and Niminda’lina’s Guide to Azerothian Language (an unfinished resource that really just has Shath'yar). There are several generators for corrupted text, just google "glitch text", and paste-copy-past.
Translations of the phrases from Manifest are below in parentheses. Everything except Seraa's final declaration (in quotes) were voices in her head, not spoken aloud.
This one holds the Light.
Et’ilith agth kulaq.
(This one shall tremble)
“...go.” Her soft request hung in the night air.
Weq ki’pahg skish.
(Leave my kingdom)
“I mourn... here. Go.”
Za’uuyat skish.
(My agony is my own)
Fhssh sk’uq. Il’wgah
(Take your power. Call it.)
“No.”
SHUR’NAB SK’SYTHN
(Hail your becoming)
“Y’za basha skish.”
(I am my own)
ILITH MWAUL RAZ’TAL’VASK
(You are manifest)
And never forget... the whispers lie.
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Lazarius Kash’ebahl & ‘Marseille’ LOOKING FOR ROLEPLAY / CONTACT
LAZARIUS KASHEBAHL
the basics ––– –
NAME: Lazarius Kashebahl
AGE: Appears to be 288 though his actual age is unknown.
BIRTHDAY: January 11th
RACE: Quel’dorei
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Poly, Pan, Gray?, Lazarius is not limited to any real classification.
MARITAL STATUS: Single
physical appearance ––– –
HAIR: Shoulder length Golden in disguise | Dark Chestnut Brown.
EYES: Brilliantly Blue in disguise | Nothing but Black Pools naturally.
HEIGHT: 73″
BUILD: Gaunt, Lithe, Slender, Lean muscle.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Tattoos on his upper body like snakes scales in a hexagonal pattern. Shathyar words and runes, scars of plenty, and one particular long scar from his clavicle to his navel.
COMMON ACCESSORIES: His left hand has a black band on the middle finger and a silver band on his pinky. The right hand has a sterling ring sheath with a blade on the edge of its claw on his index finger. Multiple ear rings in each ear, and Shaldorei ear covers on the tips.
personal ––– –
PROFESSION: Inquisitor of The Nine, Owner of “Curiosities & Collections”, Fabric, Antique and Spice Trading for the House of Kash’ebahl Estate.
HOBBIES: Reading, writing, painting, piano, walks at night,
LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Orcish, Common, Dwarvish, Shath’yar
RESIDENCE: The Bastille; Northrend
BIRTHPLACE: Quel’thalas
RELIGION: The Cosmic Balance
PATRON DEITY: The Universe.
FEARS: Losing himself, killing the remainder of his family, losing those dear to him, being unable to protect his family. The inevitable face of against his former master.
relationships ––– -
SPOUSE: None
Children: Brinys Duskflame (daughter)
PARENTS: Pytharius & Valarine Kash’ebahl [ both deceased ]
SIBLINGS: Pyravari Kashebahl, twin sister @pyravari-kashebahl [deceased, Lich] Siida-Ray Kashebahl, youngest sister @siidaraykashebahl [alive] Vallah Kashebahl, younger brother [m.i.a]
OTHER RELATIVES: Koltun Ancientveil, brother-in-law @thebladeitself [alive] [ Open to pre-established relationships please contact! ]
ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: Algus Kross, Doctor Westley Whistletorque, Brox Sulfin, Marseille, Verzatea Duskflame [ @whatadarkbitch ] Jursol [ @zandalaridruidofgonk ] Ray [ @frompage112 ] Pame Myl’Brin [ @miss-irascible ] Poeta Demour, Ottavia Cress
PETS: None
traits ––– -
extroverted / introverted / in between.
disorganized / organized / in between.
close minded / open-minded / in between.
calm / anxious / in between.
disagreeable / agreeable / in between.
cautious / reckless / in between.
patient / impatient / in between.
outspoken / reserved / in between.
leader / follower / in between.
empathetic / unemphatic / in between.
optimistic / pessimistic / in between.
traditional / modern / in between.
hard-working / lazy / in between.
cultured / un-cultured / in between.
loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.
faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.
additional information ––– –
SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
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‘MARSEILLE’
the basics –––
NAME: Marseille
AGE: Irrelevant
BIRTHDAY: Does not remember.
RACE: Shal’dorei
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Hererosexual.
MARITAL STATUS: It is complicated. . .
physical appearance ––– –
HAIR: Lower Back Length Light Pink Ponytail, braided with the sides of his head shaved.
EYES: Barely noticeable glowing Pinkish/Mauve.
HEIGHT: 78″
BUILD: Gaunt, Lithe, Slender, Lean muscle.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Missing his Right Arm, Several heavy scars on his right side, Arcanic Tattoos and Runes.
COMMON ACCESSORIES: An amani style hatchet. A large metal serving spoon.
personal ––– –
PROFESSION: First Shade of the High Inquisitor.
HOBBIES: Honing his talents, Watching his prey, Always being prepared for anything.
LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Common, Shal’assian
RESIDENCE: The Bastille; Northrend
BIRTHPLACE: Suramar
RELIGION: Agnostic
PATRON DEITY: None
FEARS: Disappointing his Master. Failing to protect his loved ones.
relationships ––– -
SPOUSE: Deceased
Children: Deceased
PARENTS: Deceased
SIBLINGS: Deceased
OTHER RELATIVES: Deceased
ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: Lazarius Kashebahl, Siida Kashebahl, Pame Mylbrin
PETS: None
traits ––– -
extroverted / introverted / in between.
disorganized / organized / in between.
close minded / open-minded / in between.
calm / anxious / in between.
disagreeable / agreeable / in between.
cautious / reckless / in between.
patient / impatient / in between.
outspoken / reserved / in between.
leader / follower / in between.
empathetic / unemphatic / in between.
optimistic / pessimistic / in between.
traditional / modern / in between.
hard-working / lazy / in between.
cultured / un-cultured / in between.
loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.
faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.
additional information ––– –
SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
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Despite being nearly killed, Xerxes didn’t leave Nazmir like he was suggested to. He had been recovering fine, but he wasn’t let out of camp. Tanzrit kept watch from a perch in the trees almost constantly. Xerxes couldn’t count how many times he’d told him to get back inside after just peeking outside the camp.
So he sat in his tent, picking out splinters in his arms that he had collected from punching those stupid wicker constructs in Drustvar. Every time he thought he got them all out, he felt more. The cuts and scratches he got from fighting there and here in Nazmir still stung. He could easily heal them, but he remembered Aliverre telling him why he didn’t always use magic to heal.
If you use magic to heal your body too much, eventually your body will forget how to heal naturally.
He had forgotten about that. He was incredibly conscious of it now. Besides, these weren't major wounds, it’d be fine. He wrapped his arms and hands in fresh bandages, and sat still for a moment, closing his eyes.
He heard something as he gazed into the darkness. More importantly, he felt like something was looking back.
A chill went down his spine as he heard words. He couldn’t understand them, they sounded like gibberish. But he knew exactly what they were. He hadn’t heard it in a while, but he knew Shathyar when he heard it. It was faint, but it was there.
Opening his eyes didn’t make it go away. He stepped out of his tent to peer around camp. Everything was calm for the moment. Footmen stood guard and some conversed quietly, archers stood on their perches, everything was all fine and dandy.
Tanzrit caught sight of him out of his tent. He kept an eye on him as he continued scanning the area. The inquisitor eye that so often floated by him gazed at the white haired man, hovering closer to him and being nothing more than a nuisance as it looked him over. Xerxes held back on punching it, he knew it hurt Tanzrit too when harm came to the eye.
But he was so tempted to play baseball with it.
The eye squinted suspiciously and darted back to Tanzrit.
“ Something isn’t right with that little brat you saved, Tanzrit.” Alraxis spoke. Tanzrit was surprised to hear him speak in an inside voice in his mind.
“You aren’t the first to notice.” Tanzrit thought.
“ Don’t get snippy with me, boy. Look at him.” Alraxis hissed, pointing his gaze at Xerxes again. “Do you see how he looks around as if hearing something and trying to locate it?”
Tanzrit looked back at Xerxes and watched him. “So?”
“ Consider me paranoid, but it’s a little concerning when a VOID USING RAT starts looking around like he’s hearing something that WE aren’t.” Alraxis snapped.
Tanzrit sighed and continued to observe. “ I’m willing to bet that you’re paranoid...Or just trying to cause disorder.”
“IF I WANTED TO CAUSE DISORDER I’D HAVE DONE IT ALREADY.” Alraxis shouted. “LOOK, HE’S TALKING TO HIMSELF NOW.”
Xerxes stood near the middle of camp, eyes cast downward as he listened to voices that were becoming more and more understandable. He knew he shouldn’t listen to them. He knew that was bad. But here he was.
The voices were right. Why stick around people who view him as lesser?
Why does he hold back when he’s capable of so much more?
Why does he let himself get stepped on?
Why does he deny the inevitable?
Why doesn’t he just..... Let go?
Was it fear of consequence? He wouldn’t need to be afraid of anyone if he killed them all, or forced them into submission. All the pent up anger and misery, all the pain he’s felt, he could unleash it upon anyone and everyone with a snap of his fingers.
He was capable of so much more.
Xerxes was completely unaware that he was muttering these things. He was unaware of Tanzrit leaving his perch and picking up a rock. He was caught completely off guard as Tanzrit hurled the stone at him, nailing him in the head as he approached.
Xerxes yelped in pain and surprise, holding his now bleeding head.
“We’re going back to Boralus.” Tanzrit said, grabbing Xerxes by the shirt and tugging him along.
“What the FUCK was that for?” Xerxes snapped and fought to free himself.
“Impressionable young men like you aren’t safe here.” Tanzrit said coldly.
“The hell do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
Tanzrit stopped to bandage Xerxes’ head. He didn’t mean to throw the rock that hard, he just wanted to distract him from the whispers. As soon as that was done, his large wings sprouted from his back and formed as he stretched them and prepared for flight.
Xerxes had no time to even speak as Tanzrit lifted him into his arms and took off. All he could do was pray that Tanzrit didn’t drop him into the ocean.
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▴ — @shathyar ;; Sheik & Vaati.
"I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to help you."
White hair... blood red eyes... pointed ears.
Is he looking at a Sheikah?
"What are you?"
It's been a while since he's seen another Sheikah, and perhaps if he knew what was going on around him things wouldn't have been so tense. But he doesn't. He has absolutely no idea where he is, how he got out of the Shadow Temple or how to even get back in it. He's disoriented, woke up with a strange monster looming over him and then this guy who appeared out of nowhere. Magic like that isn't easy to control, he knows, he can do it too.
They at the very least, kind of, confirm they're not a threat and that was something he could handle at the moment. Though the blade does not leave his hand, if anything he grips it harder. There is no fear, but rather a determination to not trust someone he can't even identify. Much less a stranger, and someone whose first words to him say they're not going to kill him. Unsurprisingly, those words don't instill a sense of confidence in him.
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[ does it ever get easier? ] - signed from mm! link
Ask Meme -- @shathyar
Link's eyes tick to the other's face. Well, that's not a good sign. From the look of the other guy, he's been doing "it" for a long time. And Link doesn't want to think too much about what "it" might be, otherwise he's almost certainly going to feel very depressed about it.
Flat left hand waves underneath his arm, mouth a slight grimace. << Not yet. >> Although Link has at least gotten stronger since he woke up the first time... and the second time, even if he is still getting used to his new arm after the second time.
#shathyar#mute courage || link#getting easier#rip =']#if mm link is doing bad then totk link is doing worse
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The Serpent Inquisitor - Lazarius Kash’ebahl - LFRP / LFC
the basics ––– –
NAME: Lazarius Kashebahl
AGE: Appears to be 288 though his actual age is unknown.
BIRTHDAY: January 11th
RACE: Quel’dorei
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Poly, Pan, Gray?, Lazarius is not limited to any real classification.
MARITAL STATUS: Single
physical appearance ––– –
HAIR: Shoulder length, Dark Chestnut Brown.
EYES: Brilliantly Blue in disguise | Nothing but Black Pools naturally.
HEIGHT: 73″
BUILD: Gaunt, Lithe, Slender, Lean muscle.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Tattoos on his upper body like snakes scales in a hexagonal pattern. Shathyar words and runes, scars of plenty, and one particular long scar from his clavicle to his navel.
COMMON ACCESSORIES: His left hand has a black band on the middle finger and a silver band on his pinky. The right hand has a sterling ring sheath with a blade on the edge of its claw on his index finger. Multiple ear rings in each ear, and Shaldorei ear covers on the tips.
personal ––– –
PROFESSION: Inquisitor of The Nine, Owner of “Curiosities & Collections”, Fabric, Antique and Spice Trading for the House of Kash’ebahl Estate.
HOBBIES: Reading, writing, painting, piano, walks at night,
LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Orcish, Common, Dwarvish, Shath’yar
RESIDENCE: The Bastille; Northrend
BIRTHPLACE: Quel’thalas
RELIGION: The Cosmic Balance
PATRON DEITY: The Universe.
FEARS: Losing himself, killing the remainder of his family, losing those dear to him, being unable to protect his family. The inevitable face of against his former master.
relationships ––– -
SPOUSE: None
Children: Brinys Duskflame (daughter)
PARENTS: Pytharius & Valarine Kash’ebahl [ both deceased ]
SIBLINGS: Pyravari Kashebahl, twin sister @pyravari-kashebahl [deceased, Lich] Siida-Ray Kashebahl, youngest sister @siidaraykashebahl [alive] Vallah Kashebahl, younger brother [m.i.a]
OTHER RELATIVES: Koltun Ancientveil, brother-in-law @thebladeitself [alive] [ Open to pre-established relationships please contact! ]
ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: Algus Kross, Doctor Westley Whistletorque, Brox Sulfin, Marseille, Verzatea Duskflame [ @whatadarkbitch ] Jursol [ @zandalaridruidofgonk ] Ray [ @frompage112 ] Pame Myl’Brin [ @miss-irascible ]
PETS: None
traits ––– -
extroverted / introverted / in between.
disorganized / organized / in between.
close minded / open-minded / in between.
calm / anxious / in between.
disagreeable / agreeable / in between.
cautious / reckless / in between.
patient / impatient / in between.
outspoken / reserved / in between.
leader / follower / in between.
empathetic / unemphatic / in between.
optimistic / pessimistic / in between.
traditional / modern / in between.
hard-working / lazy / in between.
cultured / un-cultured / in between.
loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.
faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.
additional information ––– –
SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
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