#Ziorea

[laceandhalos]

(Little blurb)

The young woman with bleach-white hair and pink highlights sat before her.  Sylrissa had picked up an evening shift needing a bit of time out of the house away from her two chaotic kiddos.  Her nanny could get them ready for bed and settle down for the night.  

Lady Ravenmourn could tell the elf before that she was not Sin’dorei.  It was a risk Ziorea took coming to Silvermoon. Yet the city had an influx of Ren’dorie, Quel’dorie, and half-elves coming in lately pretending to be Sin’dorei. 

It was not questioned as light woven through the elf before her,  healing up bruises and the horrible scar on Ziorea’s forehead.  For it was not her business.  The only that mattered was making sure her patient was healthy.  

“So you don’t know the name Nightfall?” Ziorea asked as magic broke through her natural barriers and healed her up.  No scars, please!  

“No, I used to be up on all the noble houses but over time they fall or vanish.  Then they come around again just like the rising sun. “  Sylrissa smiled at the other, her aura full of warmth.   “That is okay,  it is better they are not peeking around here.  Keeping to themselves in the Eastern Kingdom.”  The younger elf nodded.

Sylrissa nodded and sat back to write another prescription requested by the patient before her.  “If you need anything else, anytime.  Please just message me and I will do my best to help.  I don’t travel like I used to but magic has a way of finding those in need.” 

(Mentions of my new main @ziorea )

#wra #mg #writing blurb #Sylrissa #Ziorea

[ziorea]

Ziorea Nightfall

This perfect piece shows Ziorea's expression every time she approaches someone. I am so in love with this art.

The artist can be found on twitter or discord as artnijojo

#Donotsteal #Ziorea #ziorea nightfall #Artnijojo

[just-onyx]

DWC Feb 2024 - Day 2 - Suppress/Pastle -Onyx/Ziorea

The streets of Dalaran, always pristine clean from the magical caretakers of the city.  Leather boots meant for sneaking nearly soundless on them as Onyx was jogged toward a goal.  She must have ran out of the magical circle that held all of Braedyn’s coffee cups.  One moment it was in her hand a steaming cup of joe, the next *poof* she caught herself holding nothing but air.  

Most likely full cup returned to the kitchen to be cleaned and prep for next week.   Mid sprint Onyx stood there and cursed pretty sailor words at herself.  So much for revenge on her last deal in the sewers. Her plan had been marvelous, at least in her own eyes. 

She could go down there and give  him a hefty chewing out.  Try to make business poor for him this week.   That is the reason she come to Dalaran today.  Still on her mission, Onyx made her way toward the infamous staircase which crossed from shiny Dalaran to the flith of the city.  

Blocking her way stood an angel in pastel with bright pink highlights in her hair.  As an artist of course Onyx had to take in a moment to study the tone arms, legs, and stomach that peek through the skimpy little outfit the girlie before her wore.  

“You are going to want to change before going down there, unless you plan on selling yourself.”  Onyx blurted out.  “Oh, um yeah no.”  Ziorea blushed turning to face the darker skin half- elf.  “I was wondering where that smell was coming from.  ARE you going down there?”  

“Of course, they have the best booze in the city.  Do you need an escort down there?”  Emerald eyes blinked at woman before her.  Onyx still trying to figure out the why and who. 

Ziorea smoothed her hands down the front of her outfit, the action suppressed all emotions and thoughts inside.  “No, thank you.” She smiled at Onyx.  “Have a good day.”  

A baffled Onyx simply nodded and made her way past the taller lady. 

Mentions @kharrisdawndancer (Braedyn) and @ziorea

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[safrona-shadowsun]

𝟐-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

Burgundy Red, like a deep wine and blood still within the vein.

The smokey Violet of a settling evening or unknown shadow.

A vibrant Blue, the glow of the manifesting Void and scattered nebulas.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

A deep, savory wine uncorked, Quel'danas Bloodberry infused.

Goldenfire Orchid oils, subtle sweet floral aroma distinct to elevated areas of the Valley of the Four Winds.

The faint scent of burning leaves, stronger in the aftermath of a summon or spellcast.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍

Steampunk Fantasy with built in corsets for support.

Pandaren-inspired robes or kimonos in feminine styles.

Colors representing varied hues of liquor and wine.

Ankle-cut boots.

Distinct jeweled pieces worn with ulterior magical purpose.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒

Augmented radio Hearthstone.

Ethereal Datapad/Speakstone.

Red Velvet Coinpurse.

Business Cards.

Embellished liquor flask.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

Stately, observant, hands usually occupied.

Professional, courteous distance.

Diverting, disarming smiles.

Physically engaged, yet distant eyes.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

WINE.

A galaxy or nebula contained within an eye.

A raven skull etched on a silver coin.

A heart scarab.

An elegant scythe.

Tagged by: @nixalegos - thank you!

Tagging: (No pressure) @thefirstperished @asharinhun @aldoreth @astralfox0893 @duraxxor @hazriel @mremaknu @fel-temptation @mistressofsha @twosidedsana @kharrisdawndancer @jacelandon @gloamingdawn @ithiliosstarstrider @cythion @eldridgecandell @darkspear-dancers @kaisinasunblade @ziorea @kyuusei-shadowleaf @alliesdelimma and anyone else who might like to!

#safwriting #about the courier #safrona shadowsun

[jacelandon]

"What's your favorite rumor about the DMF?" -Ziorea

"Didn't we *just* have this conversation at the Faire? But I suppose I'll give another rumor. The carousel critters are, or were, actual animals they represent, they've just been turned to wood and are cursed to just spin around and around and around for eternity."

ty @laceandhalos

#ama

[darkladydoodles]

The lovely Ziorea for @laceandhalos !

PLEASE DO NOT CLAIM AS YOUR OWN

#not my oc #blood elf #sindorei #world of warcraft #art commissions #medibang

[pyraelia]

What would be a prefect evening/night for you? -Ziorea

"A cozy night in my tower, maybe bundled up in a bunch of blankets on the library terrace so I can see the stars, with a hot pot of tea, my favorite book of the moment and some music playing on the record player."

( Thanks @ziorea! )

[xylaes]

"I want to apologize for being against me/myself going to the brothel for my first experience. I still find you charming and wonderful. Would love to get to know more about you." -Zio

"You don't have to apologize for not wanting to go to a brothel. You're in the majority on that one, most people would rather not and that's fine. No hurt feelings here." And honestly he wouldn't be working there if he absolutely didn't need to for money! Maybe soon he'll be able to leave!

ty @ziorea

#ama

[kharrisdawndancer]

What is your favorite type of fossil/bone -Ziorea

"For me, of course, a skull. You can learn so much about a creature from its skull!"

[kaisinasunblade]

"What is your favorite moment of the last few months?" -Ziorea

"Being able to travel. Exploring, learning, understanding, becoming more confident in myself as a person. Pushing past my fears. Trying new things. These have all been my favorite moments. I hope to have many more."

@laceandhalos Thank you!

#answers #favorites #kaisinasunblade

[straightouttatheashes]

You seem so open about robbing and pirating, do you not worry about being caught? - Ziorea

Phe laughs. "Honestly? That's just Barry talking shit. When planning out our trips, I make sure we're not actively robbing anyone's houses or anything. Think of us more as like, expeditionists. Some of the artifcats we recover are free game, others we do return to rightful owners. What he does in his free time, ain't my problem. But when we're on a scheduled business thing...yeah. I'm not worried, because we aren't going out of our way to do things to get caught."

ty Ziorea! ))

#asks #answers #don't listen to Barry

[bread-elf]

📨 for a text my muse would send to yours. === For Ziorea

"Hi. Missed u at the show, but I heard u around. Would u like to go for coffee? Not good at texting, but am free!" (( Sorry for the wait, thanks @laceandhalos !))

#ask me

[ziorea]

DWC Feb 22 day 4 Influence/Distant

“I don’t know how you got my number, my dead name, or how you found me but we are going to sit here until I get all the fucking answers.”  A black leather coat was tossed on the table before her.  Stitch on it was two bright red cherry lips that parted to show a pierced tongue.  The words ‘Lick Me” wrote in cursive below it.  The owner of the jacket? A woman with midnight hair, copper skin, and half-elf ears.  “Onyx?  Sorry, I called you the wrong name. It was what our records had you labeled as.”  Ziorea sat up tall in her seat at the table legerdemain.  Her hair was pulled up in an elegant twist.  Earrings worth a month’s wages dangled from her ears.  The outfit she wore sleek and professional white silks but her pink highlights contrasted with the business elf look.

“Records? Look Lady Nightfall, I don’t know what you want from me but I am not going to join your cult.  I will pay whatever debt I owe and we move on?”  Onyx smiled as she turned her seat backward and straddled it.  A cigarette tin was pulled out and opened.  One offered to Ziorea.

“No thanks, I don’t smoke.”  Ziorea smiled.  All her years of training to be a powerful woman of the house blurred together. At this moment she wanted to run away from the woman before her.   Lips pursed together and teeth clenched.  Air blew through her nose before a smile was given to Onyx.   “I don’t want money, I want to find our sister.” 

A rich laughter came from the darker hair of one of the two ladies.  “I don’t have fucking siblings and there is no way I am related to a noble purebred like you.  Um no offensive” 

Offense was taken but Ziorea tried her best not to show it in her expression.  “Our sister shares the same mother, a human fire dancer.  Yet different fathers.  We are not related.”  It took all of her emotions to stay calm and control.  Her tone did mimic one of an adult talking to a child even if it was most likely she was the younger of the two.

“My mother was a whore, who danced her way in and out of noble homes.  It made her rich beyond belief and I have no doubt many ‘love’ babies where dropped around the world from her crotch.  That doesn’t make them my siblings.” Onyx hissed as she placed a cigarette between her looks.  The barkeep gave her a narrowed look threatening the woman not to light it.  After all Onyx did have a repetition of drugs and sorts.  A middle finger was offered his way but no flame met the tip of her smoke. 

“She was my father's favorite person besides my own mother.  Cali was born within months of me.  I grew up with her.  In fact she looks a lot like you but with flame-red hair instead of black.”  Ziorea smiled trying to make some peace.  “Cali even is an artist like you in ways but does Henna.”  

Onyx snorted.  “Cali, cute name but yeah don’t know her.  Or why do you want me to even bother looking for one of my mother's mistakes?  If your good old papa raised a half-elf right next to his pure blood baby more honor to him.” 

Ziorea did wince, her bloodlines had influenced the comfort of her life.  Cali’s own half-human and half-elf had caused her to be in the shadows.  They pretended no one knew who the father of Cali was.  The child had been raised as a lady-in-waiting to Ziorea with no hopes of pretty new dresses, titles, or respect.  

The silence that came from Ziorea caused Onyx to lean forward and grab the wrist of the elf.   “Look, there are reasons I have put distance between me and the life of noble elves.  They lie, hurt, cheat, and kill.  Leave me alone and don’t contact me again.”  Onyx’s own emerald eyes locked on Ziorea’s violet ones.  “I have to find her..” Ziorea pleaded not giving one reason why but she did jerk away.  It was at that moment she noticed Onyx has swiped her personal communication device as well.  “Give that back!”

“Fuck you, fuck off, and hopefully I can find someone to fuck me tonight..” Onyx grinned as she deleted her number from the comm.  It was tossed on the table next to the noble.

The rogue rose from her seat.  Without another word, just as quick as she appeared Onyx left Ziorea to her thoughts.

Mentions of my alts @just-onyx and Cali (Who has no tumblr)

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[ziorea]

February DWC Day 5 - Ambition

Often her ambition side was seen as chaotic or simply insane.  Just a few months ago she had jumped a ship and traveled to the dragon isles.  The word of drake riders whispered across the voyage.  

Once land and feet met Ziorea had left the crew that brought her over with a crazy idea. 

A drake to call her friend.  It was mistrust at first sight.  She was quick to adore him and try on names.  The lady was torn between Geoffry and Apep.  Since the drake would not tell her what to call him she had to let him pick between her own choices. The name Geoffry almost caused her to lose a limb from a temperous bite.  His new nickname Apep accepted by both. 

While dragons shifted, drycthry mingled among the other races,  Apep stayed forever in his drake form.  He spoke in the way of body language and quick snaps of his teeth or tail.  His color not quite bronze, more of an off-color mustard.   The size of the beast, big enough to hold her and her enchanted bags.  The young drake was not known for his strength. 

His speed?  Blinding.  Ziorea had to barter her soul away with a goblin to make bright pink goggles to wear while riding Apep. 

The pair were often seen jetting through the skies.   Often Ziorea’s cries were a mixture of pleads for him to listen to giggles as he barreled rolled out of play.   Her true secret ambition of becoming his rider was locked away. 

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[ziorea]

#ziorea nightfall #Youtube

[ziorea]

February DWC Day 3 - Bargain/Myth

“I know its worth, I had them appraised by the Dalaran Jeweler before I came down there.  Do not skimp me”  Her voice was eerie, kissed by the void.  

“Lady, then go sell it up there.  You came down the sewers you gotta deal with bargain prices.  We however will not rat you out or send you back to whatever place you came from.”  The goblin looked up at the heavily cloth woman.  Pitch-black eyes stared him down, his skin wanted to crawl.  Yet Reimply kept his composer.  Played right, he would never have to come down to these sewers again.  Could even open the hotel he always dreamed up. 

“Offer me a high price or I am taking them all back.”  The noble runaway demanded,  her bone-white hands reaching out to snatch away jewelry she stole from her family.  Her fingers burned blacked, and ink from the burn seemed to crawl up her hands to her wrists.   

“No, no, we can talk, we can talk,”  Reimply replied suddenly bewitched by the elf.  

Current day:

Resting on the beach, Ziorea calculated her current funds.  Coppery skin glowing with health, toes buried into the sand, the elf was at peace.   

She had a while before she would have to worry about working.  A few ideas for jobs floating around in her thoughts.   From model to monster hunter her list grew long.   As long as monsters were not a myth, she kind of liked that idea.  Even circled it twice. 

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