عدالة

BEWARE! the eye of the MEDJAI 

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you know what time it is : )

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･ﾟ:* So promos are wack and I’m extremely tired so please like/reblog this post if you would be interested in interacting with a FEROCIOUS, STUBBORN and BLOODTHIRSTY female tarkatan hybrid with a sharp tongue and claws to match !!!

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BODY LANGUAGE QUIRKS

defensiveness .

arms crossed on chest   /   crossing legs  /   fist-like gestures  /   pointing index finger  /   karate chops   /   stiffening of shoulders  /   tense posture   /   curling of lip   /   baring of teeth

reflective .

hand-to-face gestures  /   head tilted  /   stroking chin   /  peering over glasses   /   taking glasses off — cleaning   /   putting earpiece of glasses in mouth   /   pipe smoker gestures   /  putting hand to bridge of nose /   pursed lips , knitted brows

suspicion .

arms crossed   /   sideways glance   /  touching or rubbing nose   /   rubbing eyes   /   hands resting on weapon   /   brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line   /   strict ,unwavering eye contact   /   wrinkling of nose

confidence .

hands behind back   /   hands on lapels of coat /  steepled hands   /   baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders   /   tipping head back but maintaining eye contact  /   chest puffed up   /  shoulders back /   arms folded just above navel   /   wide eyes   /   standing akimbo

insecurity & anxiety .

chewing pen or pencil  /   rubbing thumb over opposite thumb /   biting fingernails   /   hands in pockets   /   elbow bent   /   closed gestures   /   clearing throat  /  “ whew ” sound   /   picking or pinching flesh   / fidgeting in chair /   hand covering mouth whilst speaking   /   poor eye contact  /   tugging at pants whilst seated   /   jingling money in pockets   /   tugging at ear   /   perspiring hands   / playing with hair   /   swaying  /   playing with pointer / marker / cane  /   smacking lips   /   sighing   /   rocking on balls of feet   /  flexing or cracking fingers sporadically

frustration .

short breaths   /   “ tsk ” sounds   /  tightly-clenched hands  /   fist-like gestures   /   pointing index finger   /   rubbing hand through hair /   rubbing back of neck  /   snarling   /   revealing teeth   /  grimacing  /   sharp-eyed glowers w/ notable tension in brow   /   shoulders back, head up — defensive posturing   /   clenching of jaw   /   grinding teeth   /   nostrils flaring  / heavy exhales

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khadijah could count the ways that she found endless ways to amuse herself when skulking about the black dragon headquarters. how many times had she recklessly broken in to have herself a romp with kano’s men, satiated by the unprovoked violence she inflicted on them simply because she could, and because kano was as sick and twisted to not stop her, watching on in wait to throw fists with her himself? khadijah was unable to count the ways, at the end of the day. she showed little shame, didn’t deny when someone asked if she enjoyed it, and continued anew to rinse, wash, and repeat. today it seemed she found her prey just beyond the edge of the warehouse, powerful legs perched in a squat at the rafter above the man that had just entered the area to smoke, or whatever else he had in mind. her head canted to the side, watching, irksome amber eyes the only visible part of her in the darkness as night hung around the base. that was, until the whites of her teeth also formed in the impenetrable darkness, painting the picture of a predator in wait on an unsuspected soul. 

long nails claw at the metal, just enough to purposely create noise to draw the attention, drawing a sick ‘hah’ before she’d inevitably move out of frame. it was simply up to... how they’d react to play out what happened next, wasn’t it?

starter kall | @gunsbladesngold​

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If I am anything, I’m cruelty.

Alejandra Pizarnik, “On Silence” (via nicola-blank)

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❛ i can’t help but wonder... ❜ khadijah says, spoken aloud with piqued interest as her eyes peer over her shoulder. 

outworld is not her home, but she would be a fool to deny that often it ripples and mirrors it often. the humidity mirrors the relentless heat of the sands that shifted beneath her feet, and the beasts that lurked within put a smile on her face at the vivid memory of the ones waiting for her deep in the dark of the tombs of egypt. long fingers cup the springs water, watching as it’s crystal clear body slips between the cracks of her hands, escaping back to recycle and begin anew as the current continues down the bend, and the bathing medjai stands amidst it, brilliant curls pulled straight by the weight of the water. there is no expression that forms on her face particularly, merely plush lips pulled to a straight line as eyes bore between the safety of the brush to the stranger who had been stalking her beyond in the shadows like a predator— unaware their mark, too, had sharp teeth and sharper claws. the medjai is unashamed of her naked form exposed to another, or the scars on her back that have settled years and years on the surface of her toned back, and she waits for boldness or stupidity of her hidden enemy to emerge. 

❛ how much longer you insist on standing around, watching, like some type of statue. ❜ starter kall | @bloodofvirtue​

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why special forces always felt the need to send her on such pointless expeditions was beyond the medjai. khadijah’s footsteps fell practically in silence as she filters through the fallen temple of the lin kuai with practiced, perfected mastery. amber eyes glow brilliantly in the darkness, what little light made way past destroyed pillars illuminated the woman’s figures clad in blacks and golds like a phantom in the dead of night. despite the annoyance of being used to meaningless ventures, the technology of this place after the titan’s warpath bore interesting fruit. it aligned perfectly, as a matter of fact, seeking out the fragmented items she needed to aid her unruly ally to lead her siege against manal and his band of traitorous vipers with success, now it was simply a matter of retrieving what she needed. 

of course, nothing was ever as simple as it should be, and no one was going to just let her take as she pleased, which is why at the sound of fallen footsteps not far off from where she stood, she’s quick to draw her halberd and extended the staff in one fluid movement. 

starter kall | @pxlariis​

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❛ if you can just— ❜ words fall on deaf ears amongst the squabble of tarkatans whose native tongue goes over the matriarch’s head. it seemed to become habit that anytime the medjai had paid a visit to outworld in the hopes of gathering intel from its leader about her current artifact hunt, it ended in... petty argument of her being a trespasser. though her thoughts are her own, and most unpleasant, the woman manages to find enough civil courtesy within her to reserve her sharp tongue for another more deserving, and opts to instead look on at the group of tarkatans who have gone from arguing over who will fight her first, to wrestling before her while two other sentry’s remain beside her, waiting to strike her the moment she so much as considers entering the fray. 

❛ at some point im optimistic that you’re going to tell your people i’m not a practice dummy considering how frequently i visit your encampment. that's wishful thinking at this point it seems. ❜ starter kall | @damuxblade​

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[eadala]

are you a fan of the infamous, all-seeing, all knowing medjai? maybe you heard about their defacto matriarch khadijah halabi, the soul warden of the sand? they say it’s rumored that if you like a starter kall, such as this one, she may appear before you to potentially drag your ass to the netherrealm. thats just rumors though....unless?

[eadala]

   Dying    Is an art, like everything else.         I do it exceptionally well.

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NOW I’VE SEEN THE WAY ITS GOT TO END.                                                SWEET DREAMS …                                                                                          STRANGE MAGIC.

[eadala]

Hey guys! Depression is all consuming so that’s why I’ve been absent. Hopefully I’ll be around more at the end of the week

[eadala]

‘ Do I look like I invented it? Don’t bellyache to me. ‘ She rolls her eyes, sitting beside the teenager as she helps him adjust two decimated graham crackers in his hand, only to snatch them and break two perfectly down the edges of the cookie. The fire crackles in front of them, the sound of of the exalted archbishop and the mercenary king having a rather literal pissing contest in their inebriated bliss being tuned out by the NEST hunter, and the matriarch with expert precision. After the marshmallows in front of them are roasted with the perfect char, she brings it forward, along with the piece of chocolate from the pack, stealing a part of it for herself. The plush texture of the marshmallow spreads, poking out in that perfect, gooey, decadent concoction that’s already had Khadijah consuming ten s’mores sandwiches since they went to sit down, less than interested in the romp their other traveling companions had going on, especially in wake of them nearly getting arrested for robbing a convenience store. Ah, c’est la vie!  ‘ Some girl scout invented the name, do you expect a genius response from some camping little american girl? Really. ‘ She puts the treat in K49′s grasp, sighing as she pull four more into her lap, staring ahead, unphased by the beer bottle that flies between the vacant space of of the two of them, only instead opting to be quick to cram the sandwich into her face. ‘ If you’re such a genius, what would YOU name it, hm? I’m waiting. ‘

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