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@domamamoru-blog
I love when people asks me a fantasy themed commission. I’m so weak with that kind of stuff (´∀｀)♡
Are you interested in a commission? Take a look at the profile! There is a link to my chart.
[I honestly have no words to describe Yshiara’s work. The final result, as you can see here, is absolutely stunning, but the journey added so much to it? Every exchange, every wip… The experience as a whole was a delight!
Now please, go give this wonderful, talented artist some love! ❤ ]
Masao’s First Moonfire Faire - so many lights.glowing so warm it almost feels like home, before all the lights and all the lifes were put out.
DIFFERENT DIALECT
There was a field in my old town Where we always played hand in hand The wind was gently touching the grass We were so young so fearless
Mana and her little brother, Masao ( @domamamoru ) – something to treasure as Doma faced her very first years under Garlemald’s yoke. And yes, I am (slowly) trying to get back into drawing. c:
Pears of Wonder (ovo) - Countdown to Stormblood - 5 Days
See you soon in Stormblood, friends!
Since it’s the last day before early access hits us, it’s time for some serious Eastern vibes with brother @domamamoru and dearest Dreauvont Cievert ( @duskwild ). Fun fact: brother is actually waving at @starkissedxaela, I swear!
There was a field in my old town Where in Spring all flowers blossomed wide We were chasing butterflies Hand in hand till close of day Your voice still echoes in my heart
@hakuchounowakare and Dreavount Cievert (by @duskwild )
When he went to see the cherry tree blooming in Gridania, he wasn’t expecting the pale ghosts living in his chest to be made of flesh and bones. A widower, the last of his family, for his sister, his parent and his wife had all perished to the empire’s sword, all but him and the little baby his wife gave her life to bring in this world. He was alone, like the last cherry flower, to late to came in bloom, full of life when all its sisters were laying dead and withering in the cold ground.
He took his little princess, his baby Orihime, to see the cherry tree blooming, a sign of home, a sign of his past, a sign to all his ghosts that he remembered them all.
He wasn’t expecting to find his beautiful sister there. So alive in the arms of one of those ishgardians nobles in monastic clothes, the ones who caught his people, who spat at them, who called them demons and threw them out of mountains.
He wasn’t expecting Mana to be alive - as the other man sure was not expecting the big shadow that fell over him when the warrior saw red, so full of anger, so lost, all the rage focused in his fist.
The sound of bones being break wasn’t as soft as the gasp Mana barely could voice, so full of surprise, nor as loud as the sounds of rage her brother Masao screamed to the night, but felt in the same rythm as the cherry petals covering the ground.
Pale ghosts, withering, dying and still so so alive.
The sound of silence
Speaking of alts, some of them are already past level 50, but don’t have blogs (yet). This fine lizard, for instance, is Taban of the Qestir tribe. Father of two – a boy born in his tribe and a younger girl, product of the time he lived among some of the Kha –, he is quite shrewd and has a keen eye for detail, especially when it comes to reading others.Which he usually does from a distance; aloof doesn’t even begin to define his wary demeanor.
Fire in your eyes, fire in your hearts, Steeled as you sound the horns of war
So, this is it. Stormblood is about to come and thus I thought it would be a good time to make a post with the children I’ll be first taking to Gyr Abania and through the Azim Steppes.
Without further ado, these are the characters I managed to carry through all of the MSQ so far:
Silent Sea ( @swygmerl ): Hellsguard fighter who, following the ways of her people, left the tribe in Abalathia’s Spine and headed south, making her living with blacksmithing first, then as arms for hire. Sworn to fight under Flame General Aldynn – for she is loyal to no army, but to those few who earn her respect –, she has her eyes now set on the liberation of Ala Mhigo. Soon enough, however, her heart might compel her to cross the ocean and fight for her lover’s homeland. For that is how they met, and that is how they will live, until the very end.
Mana Akagi ( @hakuchounowakare ): The eldest child in a family of tutors and scholars, the Raen was forced to leave Doma as Garlemald struck their attempt at rebelling. Behind her, a trail of corpses – from friends to relatives, to the point she assumed to be the only one left in her family. Only hatred and a death wish kept her going when she reached the shores of Eorzea, and a most ironic twist of fate led her to find succor in Ishgard, of all places. Now, however, it’s time to go back home and light that fire once more.
P’ahro Tia ( @magickedsands ): Once a deserter set on proving his worth without complying with tribal traditions, this Seeker of the Sun traveled across Eorzea to further develop his innate affinity for magicks. Now well versed in the old arts of Mhach and delving deeper into those of Amdapor, he tends to ignore his pride’s yearnings. If anything, all he longs for now is a journey alongside his partner, no matter where it takes him.
Kaidu Himaa ( @doppelgentler ): As the tension brought by the Empire’s presence started changing the atmosphere in the steppes, these Himaa twins decided to try their luck across the ocean – Oyuun leading, Kaidu following, as it always had been. The trials and tribulations met in Eorzea forced him to follow his own path, though; one that often proved to be most unlikely. And while it’s hardly home, he owes much to this odd land. Still, the battle drums call, and the Himaa never walk away from a fight.
Blooming cherry tree under a starlit night. Japan. Photography by Hiroshi Oka on 500px
