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chemicalsleep · 4 months
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aftermath of @combaticon 's post. frenzy just doesn't think eating fruit should have consequences! 🍉
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I'm HERE!!!! Helloooo Tagged by @mareenavee and @rainpebble3 I am transient on tumblr atm but I'm gonna read the heck out of your posts over lunch. I've been everywhere honestly. This week I finished three fics. One I've published and two that are a bit longer. I also started a new render of a golden retriever. Yes for once this an entirely Erra Ilaba'andul post. Art first!!!!
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POTATO MODE THAT ELF!
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Guy needs a render. If only because I'm obsessed with his eye colour. ;) Now writing. CW, I'm detailing mentions of raiding. Placed under the cut.
He had eventually told Teldryn the whole story about that raid on Tel Vos’s unnamed farming villages. They had been sharing that drink that he had promised, Teldryn finally being well enough to do so when the topic once again came up. He had gifted Erra that bow they had retrieved from the caverns. Sul-Matuul having bestowed it on him as a reward, and a mark of his acceptance into the clan. It was symbolic in this case, all recognised adult clan members had been gifted a weapon after the successful completion of their harrowing. Usually, it was the one they had retrieved from the caverns, though exceptions were made based in some cases. Erra, for example, had traded in the glass claymore he had retrieved for a chitin bow, much like the one he was repairing now. He was terrible with a sword. Too close and too heavy. He preferred the safe distance that a bow allowed him. He had a talent for it, so he was permitted an exchange.
Traditionally, these weapons would be used only once, on a first raid. Though Erra did not expect Teldryn would be taken on one. It was a tradition that the Urshilaku had been practising less and less as their focus shifted from raiding the towns along the frontier for glory and goods to clearing out the various caverns and ruins that dotted the ashwastes of Sixth House cultists and their ghosts.
He had told Teldryn of that last raid he had been on. Of how he had joined the Zainab after being banished for leaving a betrothal that he could not go through with. How he was a key part of their hunting parties. He told him of how the Grazelands to the east had been slowly falling to the sickness radiating from Red Mountain, much as the Ashlands had. That all the clans had become desperate since the first ghosts had spilled out of Kogoruhn thirty years prior. He told Teldryn how, as the game dried up and the crops they foraged for died, they turned increasingly to raids to sustain themselves.
He said that he had justified his actions by telling himself that he was desperate, starving. The guar had become sickly and their shalk herds had died. That they had no other choice. This was not raiding for glory or gold. They were not capturing the people whose homes they had ransacked. That they were not devastating them further.
Because at the time that was what it was. They were not capturing the villagers, they were not burning down towns, and they were not murdering the farmers, who were struggling with the blight just as much as they were. They were not taking the children to sell to the highest bidder and they were not raping the wives and daughters. They were just…it was…
The thought of that raid had always left him feeling sick to his stomach. He had been willingly joining these raids, it was how he had met his previous partner, Ashur-Dan after all. A mer whom he thought he loved, who he thought shared the same views. Ancestors, it was all such a mess!
Teldryn had just sat there, nursing his drink, nodding, no interjection nothing. Well, not until he had mentioned the sudden addition of Erebenisum warriors to their raiding party. He merely raised an eyebrow at the mention of his father’s former clan and nodded as Erra continued. Telling him of how they slowly took control of their party, how it had originally been a collective of mer from Ahemmusa and Zainab. That the Erebenisum had started to join later. That they became the dominant force in this collective, though the more populous Zainab had filled most of their ranks.
It was out of desperation still…was it not?
The nature of their raids had changed with the edition of the Erebenisum warrior party. They lived for the kind of glory only a bloody harvest could provide. Their raid parties were legendary, their ruthlessness infamous across Vvardenfell. The alchemical substances they took right before setting out were responsible for most of their ferociousness. They were legends amongst his fellow warriors, something to strive for. They took control of the war parties, each subsequent raid becoming more and more violent. Erra had started hanging back, not striking when everyone else did, not taking hostages not…
It had all come to a head one day when some of the Zainab warriors had started accusing Erra of being soft. That he was little better than those fat and lazy House Dunmer that they tormented. It was becoming impossible, and people were beginning to talk. Not just of Erra’s unwillingness to ‘do what needed to be done’ but of other things as well. Of Erra’s true reason for joining the Zainab, that he wasn’t simply looking for greener pastures but had been unofficially banished. That his friendship with Ashur-Dan was more of a…
Erra did not want to lose the life he had built amongst the Zainab. Or at least that was what he told himself. He had chosen to join that raid. He had lit those huts on fire in a rain of fired arrows. He took the lead. Erra told Teldryn that he had acted exactly as expected until he could no longer.
He had entered that hut with some of the warriors from Erabenimsun and Zainab, Ashur-dan by his side as always, jeering him on, joining the rest in their taunts and accusations. Was there pressure? Yes. Were they all out of their minds on the resin of some sort of rare flower? Yes. But in the end, he had been the one to draw his blade. Even if he had hesitated when he was instructed to slit each of their throats.
So that was what he did. Erra had ignored that old mer’s pleas for mercy as he drew his blade across his throat. That resin he had smoked alongside the rest of his party had clouded his head completely. He killed almost everyone in that hut, one having escaped in the chaos. He was not sure if he had let the kid go, or if it was just his blood-hazed trance but he just watched that boy leave. And everyone saw it happen.
Erra told Teldryn that this was why he had ultimately turned to a life in the cities. That it had never been his first choice, but there was no longer a place for him amongst any of the tribes. Letting that boy go had been the final nail. He had fled that life completely. The guilt was why he never liked to talk about that part of his life. But Teldryn had somehow soothed it out of him.
He kissed the back of Teldryn’s hand as he finally seemed to settle, the mumbling and fitfulness finally ending. Erra noticed Teldryn was a lot warmer now, there was more colour in his cheeks. It was subtle but it was there. He moved to pull up the blankets that Teldryn had kicked off during his nightmare. He noticed there was a small, crimson spot forming against the crisp white linen of his bandages and it was rapidly growing bigger, darker. It looked like all that thrashing had reopened the wound after all. He would have to go find his aunt. At least he could tell her he had done this himself, asleep as he might have been he still moved. It was progress, even if it was marred by a large setback.
Erra stood, leaving Teldryn as he was, lying fast asleep on that pile of cushions. He placed his half-repaired bow with the rest of his things and headed to the door. He figured he could find himself something to eat after his aunt had given the all-clear. It had been hours since he had eaten anything substantial. He was famished.
“Erra?”
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icestory-is · 3 months
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dishygents · 11 months
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Corey Zainab India
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thewtcho · 2 years
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I’m Not Ashamed About Getting Butt Lift — Actress, Zainab Bakare Opens Up
I’m Not Ashamed About Getting Butt Lift — Actress, Zainab Bakare Opens Up
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ramadanfm · 4 months
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Breaking Stereotypes With Zainab Zaeem with Henry Gillborn @Henners_Creative
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mortoxtea · 4 months
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Lol Zainab is not 16. She was just joking like how girls don't want to say their real age or they don't like aging. She's 2 years older than Bill. She is 35, it was her thirty fifth birthday. One of her friends made a story and congrats her 35 bd.
I know that but I’ve gotten two anon messages insisting that she’s 16 and it’s gross Bill would date a 16 year old. It’s either a troll or a very stupid person and I didn’t want to post what they were saying about Bill. Especially since there’s no indication whatsoever Zainab is dating him and I’m not going to “confirm” that rumor either. Based on what they said in the asks about her and Bill I didn’t want it published on my blog. Thank you for sending this though. At least someone else understood the post was a joke. Actually, a lot of people did.
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The Bachelor Afrique : Une Compétition Amoureuse Sous le Feu des Critiques
L’émission “The Bachelor Afrique” a clôturé sa deuxième saison francophone en couronnant Zainab comme l’heureuse élue du cœur de Clive, laissant derrière elle une Samira déçue et regrettant son investissement dans la compétition. Samira Léonie, la bachelorette congolaise, n’a pu retenir sa tristesse lors de la finale du 9 décembre 2023, exprimant sa déception face à la décision de Clive de…
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damonboom · 10 months
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suchananewsblog · 1 year
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Nawazuddin Siddiqui's lawyer alleges that the actor's wife Aaliya is still married to her first husband - Times of India
Nawazuddin Siddiqui and his wife Aaliya have been in news after the latter’s lawyer alleged that Nawazuddin and his family members have ensured no food and bathroom for her. The lawyer also said that the actor and his damily tried their best to remove her out of the house. They filed an untenable criminal complaint of trespass against her. Thereafter, through the police they threatened to arrest…
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thealiportland · 1 year
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thewtcho · 2 years
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I’m Not Ashamed About Getting Butt Lift — Actress, Zainab Bakare Opens Up
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Maïssa and Zainab's birthday party - July MMXII
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