CRIMSON DRAGOON.

- THERE ENDS YOUR HATEFUL LEGACY estinien wyrmblood | isola aff.

[9000slimes]

can’t believe i didn’t upload this on here yet…

modern au estinien & aymeric :3c?

[furyeyed]

@glacinium

it mattered not that the nightmares and daydreams were merely those, just fragments of a past that he wished so hard to disband and release him so that he may eventually live in some brand of inner peace. but the past had always been hard to shake, as if his heart was obsessed with it. perhaps it would always be so. but not everything from the past was painful. not all of it black and miserable, scarlet and sorrowful. some of it was ice white. some of it was almost good. 

he hadn’t been sure, at first, whether or not he was still dreaming. she was dead. estinien had laid garlands to rest in her honour, had spoken a silent prayer that she may only be damning the ears of fools in an unreachable plane. but she walked not as a spectre would float, but as a woman with purpose, as he had always known her to; back straight and keen eyes glancing about as if ready to rival all that she saw, question any mysteries and speak only her truth, plain and simple. in contrast, he remained private ever still. coping, you might say.

he followed her from a distance, up until they reached some part of the world where cherry blossoms fell like pink snowflakes. sentimental scenery did nothing for him, nor did it inspire any heart wrenching poetics within him. if it was indeed a scene for beauty, he knew he would stick out much more apparent than most. although this was a world of peace, it certainly seemed that way, he still donned the armour sharing her name, the striking blue so distant from the crimson-soaked shade she may remember him owning beforehand. the only other new item upon his person remained to be a gift, something he had been tempted to toss aside, but had taken it up to merely dump later. in truth, he had forgotten about it altogether. 

“ had i not spent so much of the night in quiet slumber, your presence would strike me as a foolish mirage at my own expense. “ he approached her, words the shield for he wondered whether he could take the truth of a second loss of her, an ally indeed but due to the course of her life’s end, such a meeting was so very precious, in many ways. were he merely dreaming, surely the truth of that would be ripe with its own sort of frustration. “ my lady, how can it be? “ were she so defiant in her demise that she repelled death itself? were she anything but herself, he might have called that a ridiculous notion. he daren’t mention his mourning of her. 

[furyeyed]

STARTER FOR @umbralscythe

it was well into the later hours of the night when it seemed best to at least visit the assigned home he had for the duration of his stay, though it felt more like journeying to his own cell than it did ‘going home’. it had been advised however, from many and not merely a few, that to get some rest would only prove to aid him in the long run and that the momentary confusion and uncertainty would fade as the days bled into weeks. but ever the restless sort, he imagined himself walking through the doors, merely to exit very soon following. still, he decided to visit it at least. 

the streetlamps were flicking into sleep, midnight a distant memory as the stars freckled the heavens and estinien made his way to his ‘condo’. a key, a number, a dragoon clad in the very armour he’d been taken in. he spared no mind for the noise, for the clunk clunk clunk of steel and armour as he squeezed himself into the domestic abode, knocking over several items along the way as he made his way down the hall. the sound of tearing broke the silence further, as estinien turned to enter the kitchen, one particularly pointy tip of his shoulder blade shearing part of the wallpaper. no matter. they ought not to have such flimsy decor. 

he entered the main room, a table in its centre with an array of kitchen-like items scattered about. there was a hum, a low buzzing which unnerved him, and as he fumbled about for lanterns, he soon realised there to be none of the sort. of course, the world was so unlike his own, perhaps it was his own foolishness which had him seek out something so obviously inaccessible. 

what he did find, however, was a large pitcher of water. he seized it within a single hand before tilting the spout to his lips, pouring the entire thing down his throat before loudly discarding it into the basin. 

[furyeyed]

STARTER FOR @luminaer

to be allowed home, albeit for several years, only to be stolen once more away to a foreign land where unfamiliar skies stretched vast and unforgiving across a seemingly eternal skyline, it felt almost cruel. he was not comforted by the initial thievery ( who would, and when the world he had left had been supposedly teetering from tragedy to tragedy, what good was he to suddenly have vanished from it? ) but rather by the fact that at least, as strange as the landscape was, it was not a war torn battlefield, as many nightmares could be. so for that, at least, he was glad of it. though he was built for such things, the experience enough of travel was in fact so jarring, that for once he was glad of the lack of conflict, though for a time he felt almost entirely wasted upon the surface of the land itself.

the sound of the ocean was still such an unfamiliar sort; no longer was be surrounded by ice and frost, but still the warmth of the sun was pleasant upon the parts of his skin that was not concealed by blue armour. the wash of the water was what captivated him as he looked off, sullen but only in the expression he wore, not so much the thought. it was almost a pretty sight, to watch how the sunrise painted that liquid gold, but it was not something which warmed his soul, nor inspired any liking for the place. he was merely deep in thought.

he could have stood there a while, had he not been so abruptly pulled from thought by the harsh barking of a hound at his heel. yellow, as if the creature had been rolling about in an ocean of dandelions, the mutt put forth a paw, patting the armour of estinien’s boot, a whine sounding from her as she gazed up at the dragoon with large pool-like eyes. though so much of him deterred contact, the dog seemed to care so little, prompting estinien to kneel, the spiked plates avoiding the dog entirely, so that he could offer her a heavy pat between her fluffy ears. 

[furyeyed]

tfw your life is a mess irl so you forget to post a starter call on a new blog oops! anyway capped at three, like this for a starter from a smelly elezen lad!

[lewdnessintensifies]

Artist is 遠野

[l0veflies-deactivated20181229]

[furyeyed]

speaking of blood, one whiff in his direction and one could certainly find their senses overwhelmed with the STENCH of death. as if he bathed in it willingly, the thick scent of the metallic red stains the nostrils. blood and sweat, hand in hand to form some cocktail of musky fragrance too harsh for the delicate nose. he shrugs. “ bathing is but a forgotten priority in times such as these. you’d do best to crinkle your nose out of my face, ‘fore i dig it from your nose. “

[furyeyed]

highdragoon:

                   ❝ Well don’t you look tall, dark and handsome. ❞

         Honestly since it was the red light district within the third sector, she knew what she could be easily mistaken for especially with that opening line. The thought of where it could lead to though always had her chuckling, and her lips would never stop forming a smile. ❝ But I doubt you’re here for compliments if you’re strutting into my humble abode. ❞ Well she wouldn’t really call it a home, but it was better than being in those cramped apartments.

         ❝ If you’re here to hire or ask for help, whatever it is, my services don’t come cheap. Though I take it from that little cute copy of a weapon you got on your person, I doubt you’re here to hire or ask for much. ❞ She would pause as she would shrug. ❝ Then again can you even use the thing? That’s the question. ❞ A short laugh would come from her as she would lean over from where she was sitting on the cheap looking couch she had decided to decorate her little hideout with.

                   ❝ So what do you want? ❞

@furyeyed

“ it never does come cheap. “ he retorts, mailed arms folding upon one another and he sizes up the very stranger he had sought. it was indeed a rarity, estinien seeking aid or even some mocked form of assistance in a place he did not quite understand, but necessities were just that and whilst the azure dragoon did not willingly open his palms for help, he knew how to survive when things seemed bleak. “ you have a reputation. “ he decides to huff, after feeling her eyes spear every inch of him. he was not unused to the treatment, the snide snipping of a woman who possessed more than some sharpened beauty in her arsenal. but he remained focused, nonetheless, as always with his personal tasks.

“ and i’ve heard you’ve the means to secure weapons. “ there’s no need to lull the conversation into some polite grace, nor soften her sweetly with some tale of how he suffers without his own lance of steel and blood-stained metals. “ spare me the inconveniences and answer me: are you able to provide me with such? “ he wastes no time, sure that she may feel temptation in spinning him a yard of a tale, as the merchants before her had certainly done. ‘ acquire me this ‘ ‘ fetch me that ‘. he is no errand boy. he turns to face her fully, uncaring for the bluntness of his request. the shadows have whispered of her name, but of her reputation? lies, perhaps. in truth, there was no real evidence to prove she knew anything of what he asked, but he asked nevertheless. 

“ there will rightly be a reward for your assistance. “

[scuteagenda]

This goddamn elf, okay.

[mirionnnn]

The  Azure Dragoon

[shinjyu]

Another doodle from ytd Estinien - Shirt not found

[komona419]

[furyeyed]

boundminuet:

                                                     THERE CAN BE NO denying the frustration that twitches at the corners of her lists, breeds TENSION in the fold of her hands where they rest against the crevice of each elbow. still, with head held HIGH, she rallies her patience, unwilling to come UNDONE at such a time as this. her station demands nothing less of her; even in the face of such rage, she must be unmoving, a steady ROCK in the midst of the tempest, the calm in the RAGING storm in which hyrule may find reprieve. her kingdom needs it of her, && so, she shall give it. 

‘      i would HAVE you exercise more caution.      ‘      strength finds footholds in her words, gentility && frailty of youth tempered in the weight of her crown. she does not allow herself to FLINCH at his words, though she is not so stubborn as to not see the TRUTH in them, not so unwise as to not h e e d them. still, her point is to be made, her ORDERS not to be forgotten. she cannot allow them to be, must maintain some sort of ORDER in the midst of chaos. 

‘      you cannot go about SLAUGHTERING without thought for the ramifications of such bloodshed. those HERETICS have families, brothers who might take up arms against us if a blood feud is caused. DEATH with a purpose is one thing in war, but wholesale massacre is quite another. && what of those who stand FALSELY accused ? would you throw their lives away ? would no one grieve the innocent loss ?      ‘

her maybes and perhaps are lost upon the definite cause of his aim, the very reason he still lives and breathes. it is his duty to right to wrong dealt a thousand times over, to end the feud of his own heart with the means a mere sharpened blade within the back of the very beast who still lives within the mountain range. “ you may lead my charge but you shall not sway my head. i know what i must do, what is my right. it is only vengeance which shall soothe the qualms of this world and i fully intend to reap it. be it selfishly or upon your command. i do not care for the choice. “ 

“ there may be innocents caught within my fire alas were there not innocent people which burnt beneath the fire of the war yet to truly pass? were innocent babes not struck in their beds and maidens left to die in the streets, the streets you would welcome to our enemies even in the wake of such chaos? “ his anger boils and erupts so easily, for it is the only thing which burns within him. no love, no camaraderie nor pride for his name. wyrmblood. it rings within his ears like a deafening chant. she would surely never understand his claim upon his own revenge. she has yet to feel the same fury he has lived with since the years of his youth. 

“ you fear the calling of our enemies then i say let them come. let them come and i shall spear their hearts ‘pon my lance and our kingdom and your children shall never know the suffering of our past “ 

[furyeyed]

“ you think me moved by such a piece? hah. i’ve heard more sense in the hollow cries of dying beasts. “ he shrugs aside her want for life’s preservation, as though she speaks of something unobtainable and false. well, in some regards she is. what need does he hold to keep life so precious in his thoughts? he is but a lance attached to a man, rage angled in its point as he faces down the opposition. for her kingdom, no less. does she wish him spare mercy for her own foes? he cannot help but find it tedious all the same. 

“ the beasts do battle at your gates and you would have me treasure their life? the soldiers which rally at your demise? the heretics which pray only for ganondorf’s return? nay, you are still young but surely even you can see the folly in your words. foolishness and ignorance do breed a defeated king. you wish me to see some worth in them, some fragment of humanity? your reign shall be at an end upon the song of a new war, if you treat their lives as you would your own. “

he growls in his refusal at her claims, turning so that he stands face forward to the arch of her garden’s gates, the peak of her castle’s tower a sword within the setting sun. “ you may play all the peaceful games you wish, your highness. i only care for slaughtering the enemies which lie in wait for you once more. “ 

@boundminuet

[vivyanabird-deactivated20190913]

Wyrmblood

[furyeyed]

estinien has long since been but a babe upon the endless timeline of the great wyrm’s years, for he is but a blink in existence within the dragon’s lifetime which stretches yonder and extends far past any years which he shall come to see. he is but a fragment of life in comparison to the great beast’s existence, even now as they harbour but one body. one soul. one mind. it is a fable long lost to the children of hyrule, that tale of a great warrior who tried to best the monster and died a hero still lifting his lance. alas, had the truth been any shade alike the myth, perhaps estinien’s soul might have soothed in the years come to pass. for he did not die, but came into the dragon’s self and thus was born into one. dragon and elezen. estinien’s rage became nidhogg’s fury, nidhogg’s bloodlust became estinien’s wrath. 

the dragon sits upon the great mountain as clouds do swirl about the heavens, his flank far larger than any peak and his wingspan wider than any tower built by man. but it is no man which disturbs him from his slumber, no simple, ordinary solder which walks the path to his lair to rise the wyrm from his revenge-filled dreams. dreams of a burning hyrule, of ash-littered horizons as his brood does swarm the skies upon his command. no. it is a great power which rises him, estinien’s voice echoing though the wyrm himself is that which lies curled amongst his pile of bones and ash.

“ THOU WOULDS’T SUMMON ME FOR THY SELFISH GAIN? THOU OUGHT BEAR WORTHY MEANS FOR THIS MOST FOOLISH OF SINS. “ 

he growls, wings unfolding from their bent and sheathed form to expand the length of the very horizon, blacking out the sunset which falls hollow behind his rear. with a roar heavy enough to shake the very heavens, nidhogg does rise upon his feet and cast the visitor within his shadow. 

“ DARK LORD OF EVIL. THOU HAST BUT IGNORANT THOUGHT TO SUPPOSE HE MAY RISE ME FROM MINE SLUMBER. LEST THY WISH TO SEE THY KINGDOM BURN, THOU SHOULD HASTEN WITH THEIR EMPTY WORDS. “

@mayghenan