ORACLE.

✧ ❛ She who WATCHES, who discovers the WORLD. ❜ ✧

[mcrgiana]

@moznrath​

They had been walking in the dark for so long, Morgiana had barely even noticed the shift in the sands. Eventually she realized the ground they walked on was different than before... the sand was black! The moon was barely visibly as it was blocked by thick clouds. She could barely make out their silhouettes, which made traveling by foot even more difficult. Sighing heavily, she finally plopped down to untie her sandals & rub her tired soles.    “Ugh, I can’t walk anymore... let’s rest.” Hanif stopped to look back at her, ready to tell her they needed to move on, when a giant crystal situated close by suddenly lit up. It cast a brilliant blue light over top of the them. The seer scrambled away from it immediately, stopping once she hit her friend’s knees. While she was thankful for the aid to the darkness, they had no idea that she’d actually set off an alert system made specifically to detect magical energy. Standing back up, she said the words her companion didn’t have the chance to say earlier.    “M-... maybe we should keep going... “

[mcrgiana]

    𝓣he fact that she didn’t tell everyone she met that story was something to also remember. Clearly, he had caught her off guard and then tried to fix it with other words that didn’t seem to entirely fit her demeanour. But venturing back to the topic of his eyes she commented that it had to hurt and asked who he was. “I’ll have you know… not much does hurt me.” He paused. “I am Shan Yu.” 

“Morgiana,” She said, exchanging her own name for his. The way this ‘Shan Yu’ so casually mentioned his high pain tolerance surprised her. How could anyone sit still while somebody else repeatedly stabbed their eyeball with a ink? Evidently, he could. The very thought caused a shiver to run up her spine. If he was trying to appear threatening, he’d succeeded. Her hands were still holding two daggers, which brought her little comfort. She was still wondering if she’d need to even use them. Well, better safe than sorry.  “So, Shan Yu... what brings you to Agrabah?”

[mcrgiana]

   Sadira moved bit closer the ruin -  with a little aid of her magic, the sand underneath her feet allowed her to smoothly slide down the rest of the dune - in front the ancient pillars. However, the witch remained at respectable distance to the stranger - it required more time to earn one’s trust, for both of them. The former thief knew quite too well the risks of trusting little too soon.

   ❝ Well, you could say that. Though, I hardly find a moment to rest. I’ve grown to love nights at desert quite much…❞ The level of secrecy was mutual. Sadira had just met her, Morgiana, yet another traveling woman to these ancient ruins - If anything could be judged by the cover, Sadira assumed she was friendly. But getting real with her business there, Sadira held that information for now.  ❝ …excluding possible bandits, I find travels quite calming. After finding this, I could not resist coming down in here after seeing it. Part of it could be mere curiosity. Oh-! Just what might’ve this place looked like, I can only wonder. ❞ She then crossed her hands while walking around the part of the ruins, reaching her hand to trace the surface of stone structures before sitting down on one of the collapsed walls. It might have been too much asked to actually find anything from there - either it all was consumed by the age - or what ever fated these ruins to doom, must have been responsible of it. Without a gift of Morgiana’s, Sadira could only rely on her own imagination and the descriptions of the witches. 

“It was beautiful,” Morgiana remarked, still picturing in her mind what she had just seen. “Er, I mean...I assume it was, once upon a time.” She carefully watched as the young woman explored her surroundings. It would be wise to keep an eye on her, but she didn’t necessarily hate her presence. True, she couldn’t continue to her SIGHT in front of her, but that didn’t mean the evening was wasted. Perhaps she would even gain a new friend. The Oracle was careful not to touch any surface with her bare hands. Instead, she kept a safe distance between the broken walls & regarded this ‘witch of the sand’ with curiosity. Evidently, she wasn’t the only one who enjoyed traversing the deserts for mystery. She couldn’t help but wonder why the girl was here, but she felt a connection. They were both brave enough to travel alone at night in a barbaric world. 

“I believe it was once a temple. At least, that’s what I gather from these pillars. Although, I suppose it could have been a palace too...but it seems a little small for that, don’t you think?” She was rambling on due to the anxiety of meeting another new person. She would have to pretend to be anything than what she was... NORMAL. The Seer hugged her own body, as if her arms were a security blanket. She didn’t want to accidentally come into physical contact with either the ruins or Sadira. It was difficult to keep a secret that consumed most of her life & made living an average day difficult. She couldn’t simply shake hands with people... or more, without immediately delving deep within their soul to see their every memory & feel their every emotion. It was invasive & though she wanted to, Morgiana couldn’t stop it from happening. 

[mcrgiana]

“But manes can’t come on and off…” Now he’d have to ask his Dad once he got home about it. If he ever made it back to the Pridelands that is. As the woman knelt down showing him the earring, Simba gave it a sniff before picking it up between his teeth wanting to see how it tasted. “Eet tas eerd.” he commented placing it back in her palm. Nope. It definitely wasn’t for consumption.

Gazing at his surroundings, Simba noticed the lush foliage surrounding them. “This is your palace? It’s got a lot of plants.” Those would come in handy if it got humid here too. “I–”

“There you are!” A voice called out as one of the guards moved towards the little lion immediately scruffing him. “You’re not supposed to be out of your box until the Princess returns.” he scolded turning to head indoors with the animal who looked pleading back at Morgiana. The young cub’s ears flattened as a note slipped out of the man’s belt.

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN,

PLEASE SEE THAT THIS GIFT ARRIVES SAFELY TO HER MAJESTY PRINCESS JASMINE OF AGRABAH FOR MEETING ME A FEW MONTHS BACK. I STILL HOPE YOU ARE CONSIDERING MY PROPOSAL.

SINCERELY,

PRINCE LEROU, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS OF GAMBA

All the cub could do was watch as the woman grew smaller in size before he was placed back inside his crate which was now upturned to prevent climbing or leaping out as he’d previously done. Now all he had to do was wait and be bored out of his mind until this ‘Jasmine’ showed up to free him. Yippee…

Morgiana watched helplessly as one of the palace guards ( his name escaped her ) marched off with the poor lion cub in tow. She wanted to shout & tell him to put the little one down immediately! Instead, she pursed her lips & wrung her midnight hair while a single piece of paper drifted through the breeze until it rested near her sandaled feet. The seer plucked it from the ground & read over it quickly, smirking near the end of the note. So that’s what this was all about. Tucking the letter away, she hurried back into the palace. Jasmine wouldn’t be responding to the prince of Gamba, that’s for sure. She was already engaged to be married to Aladdin. Well, if he wanted the cub to be looked after, she didn’t mind taking it upon herself to ensure it.  She trailed after the guard, remaining several paces behind & concealing herself behind large pillars to see where he put the lion. Eventually the man left, leaving open the opportunity to act. “Shh, I have a plan.” Morgiana whispered as she carried the crate towards Jasmine’s room. If anyone asked, she was simply bringing the ‘gift’ to the princess’ quarters as a surprise. After slipping inside, the oracle released Simba from the crate & placed it to the side. The future Sultana had a gorgeous room, so she had to be certain he didn’t claw anything up. A little babysitting couldn’t hurt. Besides, she couldn’t pass up the chance to converse with a lion! 

[mcrgiana]

   𝓗mm– The man grumbled. Taking in the woman’s words about being forced to become an oracle… what an interesting bit of information to share to a stranger right off the bad. Albeit it was to remain in his mind for potential use in the future. “Do you often tell others that story off the bat?” He questioned, raising a brow toward the latter of his comment before returning his expression to its previous neutral state. He then adjusted his posture and tilted his head to the left just slightly. “Tattooing.” He simply stated. 

"No...not usually.” That was incredibly stupid. Morgiana didn’t know this man in the slightest & she’d already spilled her most-kept secret. Something told her he didn’t believe her cover-up. The oracle wanted to trust that he was invited here by the Sultan, but she couldn’t help wondering. There was something about his presence that sent a shiver up her spine. He was intimidating, but never one to back down in the face of fear, her words remained as strong as she could muster, despite the concern slowly brewing within. “Tattooing? That had to hurt. Alright tough guy, who are you anyway?” 

[mcrgiana]

   “𝓨our eyes… they glow blue.” Shan Yu observed. The woman had a certain power, perhaps an ability that gave her such a gift. “What is your secret?” 

“Tch-” Already in an irritated state, Morgiana had been in the middle of releasing aggravation through knife throwing. Once she’d retrieved her daggers from the target the third time, she was met by a stranger with even stranger eyes. His comment, she was used to. The question, she was not. Smirking sarcastically, she provided him with too quick of an answer. “My secret? Sure, just be forced against your will to become the next reincarnated Oracle & spend the rest of your life with a ‘gift’ you didn’t ask for.” Okay, that was an overly truthful answer. “Uhm...hahaaa,” Chuckling nervously, she crossed her arms. The seer definitely needed to work on controlling her mouth when she was angry. “I’m lying. Ignore that. I was just... I was born this way. That’s all. What’s YOUR excuse?”

[mcrgiana]

      Trails of witch’s small footsteps led down a dune, towards the ruins, the bits that still stood high after ages of erosion. So, this must have been the place the ancient Witches of the Sand wrote about: a hidden temple buried during time it had been forgotten. It was still there! Far from the former glory, but there it stood. Perhaps, still untouched ever since it was abandoned, to the very day she had discovered the journal.

Being the first to find it, however, was taken away at the realization someone else already stood by the ruins. A figure, whose features were veiled by the darkness of night. While Sadira had expected no other soul to accompany her during the investigation, she was aware that bands of robbers and bandits traveled across the desert, searching and robbing graves and ruins. As the stranger spoke, Sadira found peace at figuring out the stranger was just another woman, assuming she was alone. Not that Sadira underestimated what she might be capable of. In general, Sadira considered possible bands of bandits posing a bigger threat to the lonely wanderer like her. Just two of them created an illusion of equality. Sadira, and this woman.

    ❝ My name is Sadira. The Witch of the Sand. ❞ She responded. Assuming she must have been just as cautious as her, traveling alone - Sadira patiently awaited on her spot. While Sadira had a trick or two in her sleeve for possible assaults.  ❝ …I came to see these ruins by myself… did I - interrupt something? ❞ 

While hearing a feminine voice in response was comforting, she was still wary of being in the midst of a witch. She could have sworn she’d either heard or read about witches of the sand...but weren’t they supposed to be gone? The seer couldn’t recall the exact details at that very moment. She could only hope this Sadira was as friendly as she sounded. The stress Morgiana held in her stance relaxed, though he hand never left the hilt of her weapon.  “No, you’re fine, I was just... looking.” She had done more than look at rubble. She had, not only a few seconds ago, gazed into the past & seen the temple in all of it’s glory. Not that she could admit that right off the bat to someone so new. “I, um... I couldn’t sleep. I’m Morgiana, by the way. It’s nice to meet you, Sadira.”  

“So... I’m guessing you’re a curious insomniac too? I mean,” She chuckled lightly, her fingers slipping away from the dagger at her hip as she felt zero threat in the air. “Why else we be out here looking at ruins in the dead of the night, right?”

[mcrgiana]

He blinked. Now that she mentioned it, her eyes were a bright shade of blue. Probably the brightest he’d ever seen. “I was talking about your ears being shiny but I guess your eyes look pretty cool too?” Simba added on hoping not to offend her if she wanted to change the subject to something different. Speaking of differences, the young cub noticed that her attire wasn’t the same as other humans he’d seen in the past as well. It was, well, different. Everything was. “Do you know where we are? The last thing I remember was falling asleep and now I ended up here…”

“Ohh, you mean my earrings?” She moved one of them with her finger, causing it to swing from her lobe. “They’re not part of my ears, silly. They’re just decoration. Sort of like, um... a mane, that you can take on & off.” Unclipping the jewelry, she knelt down to show him how it shined in her palm. Frowning slightly at his question, Morgiana glanced around the lush courtyard before returning her gaze to the cub. “You’re in the palace now. Specifically, the gardens. I’m not sure how you arrived here, but I can find out for you. I’m friends with the other humans who live here.”

[rpmusings-galore]

             don’t care if they’re guilty, don’t care if they’re not                           they’re good

                                 &&  they’re bad

                                        &&  they’re all that I’ve got

[mcrgiana]

+ @direbcrn​

Lights went out all over the city, save for a few late-night owls. Like her, they remained awake to extend their productivity from the day. Whether they were catching up on cleaning, studying, or simply enjoying the diamond encrusted sky, all could feel the peace & comfort nightfall brought their desert. The drop in temperature was always so welcoming, not to mention a break from the blinding sun. As for the young seer, her evening was occupied by a trip outside the kingdom’s walls. Something was pulling her towards an unknown location. Guided only by instinct, Morgiana ventured out into the open Seven Deserts on horseback... alone. After about thirty minutes of travel, she brought her steed to a halt. The kingdom of Agrabah was still, though barely, visible in the distance. Thankfully, those shining golden domes were like a beacon even in the dark. The Oracle had come across dilapidated ruins, half swallowed by the dunes themselves. This was the same place she had seen in her dreams... but why? What was so important about the foundation of an old building? Dismounting, she approached the rubble. Her sandals crunched the powdery sand beneath her soles, emitting a slight squeaking sound as she walked.  Hesitantly, Morgiana reached out her hand to touch a broken wall. When she did so, her eyes flooded with light until she was blinking into a completely different scene. The wall was now restored. An ornate tapestry rested beneath her palm. When she turned, she found herself in the middle of what looked like...a temple! It was gorgeous. White marble floors, stained glass windows framed by ivory, & breath-taking vaulted ceilings above that made her feel incredibly tiny. The sight caused her breath to hitch. It was a shame the building was no longer in existence. Suddenly, her surroundings were distorted by a new sound. Eyes fluttering, the light disappeared from her vision & she was once again staring at the ruins. Addressing a stranger she couldn’t see filled her with dread. What if they were an enemy? Nobody knew she was even out there. Grasping the handle of her dagger, the seer spoke out into the darkness. “W-who goes there?”

[mcrgiana]

"Why are your ears all shiny? That's not normal for two-leggers, is it?"

Was this lion cub…talking? Enchanted animals usually belonged to witches & wizards, but this one walked freely. He was incredibly cute & when an instinct kicked in to pet him, she forced herself to resist. The seer knew better than to reach for a feral cat. Especially one from Africa. “My ears? Or...” Feeling self-conscious for a moment, she continued. "My eyes?" 

[mcrgiana]

    DIVINATION.  ( Please LIKE / REBLOG this post if you’re interested in rping with my Aladdin OC, Morgiana. She’s a seer based off Arabian folklore/1001 Nights. If we’re mutuals & you interact with this post, I’ll see that as an invitation to come plot with you. Give an OC a chance? ^^; )

[damselrph]

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[mcrgiana]

    DIVINATION.      ( tag dump )

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When twilight fell, the Palace would EMPTY of wandering servants and tarrying advisers, allowing Aladdin the RESPITE he needed from the trials of the day. It was hard to pretend ALL THE TIME, harder than it had been when he’d been Prince Ali - for different reasons. For ONE, he didn’t have to look like he knew everything there was to know. Instead, he had to look COMPETENT enough to LEARN it all. Aladdin thought this was infinitely harder.

The only PEACE he could get, aside from when he was alone with Jasmine, was in the GARDENS, in the fresh air. He didn’t know that this once was Jasmine’s OASIS as well. He only knew it was a LOW TRAFFIC AREA, tranquil, and a good place to THINK.

THUS was why he was surprised when Morgiana SNUCK UP on him. Starting at how CLOSE she had managed to get before he had HEARD her, he frowned at her words, squinting up at her.  ❝ I do, ❞ he answered, wary.  ❝ I wouldn’t say I’m the best for whatever vision you’ve had, but lay it on me.  ❞

”Yes, well…you may be our best bet, Al.” The way she spoke was ominous. Glowing orbs wide with concern, she tried to compose herself by sighing once before taking a seat alongside him. While the serene trickling & bubbling of the fountain was soothing, it wasn’t enough to calm her nerves. Her hands were clasped tightly together in her lap, gaze downcast. Leg shifting up, she felt the smooth stone against her skin as she sat on her calf, while the other dangled off. It may seem like an odd way to sit to anyone other than her, but this position felt most comfortable to Morgiana. Tan fingers finally released their grip from each other & combed through her midnight hair. The Seer finally looked to Aladdin, hesitance pressing her eyebrows together.  “Her name is Bizarrah… & unlike Genie, she’s twisted by her cosmic power. She was once imprisoned within her lamp on Dragon Island, before a wizard released her-…” Pausing, she realized this information was just as new to him, as it was to her. “Dragon Island was once off the coast of the Red Sea. It was infested with red dragons, which were known for hoarding gold. They were attacking neighboring kingdoms for food & wealth. That is, until a wizard by the name of Pharaoh Very Ankh-Amman decided to take action. To the people, it seemed as if he was doing this to save their lives…but in actuality, he only journeyed there in search of more POWER. Typical, right?”

“Anyway… the wizard pharaoh had heard of a magical silver lamp, hidden away by the dragons ever since it’s creation. He coveted it, convinced there was a genie within that could grant his wishes. And so… he journeyed to the island, slayed the dragons, & uncovered his prize. Once she was released, Bizarrah quickly revealed her true intentions. With every wish, the evil genie would use his commands against him as a means of wreaking havoc upon the lands. In an attempt to seal her away, Pharaoh Very Ankh-Amman imprisoned her within a floating pyramid in a dimension created specifically for her. Several defenses were put up to ward off any magic user from entering. Nobody has even tried. Not in thousands of years… but…” Trailing off, she hugged her middle, now staring into the water cascading down into the basin below. What she had seen in her vision was… confusing, much like any dream, but much more vivid. The pictures in her mind were hard to even formulate into words. She knew her predictions were always correct, but what would HE think? Inhaling sharply, she continued in a rushed, almost panicked tone. “Then I saw Princess Jasmine trapped within a mosaic! Genie was stuck in an enchanted dungeon cell, Abu was in a very small cage, & the Sultan was thrown inside a vortex! And- and… I saw a SNAKE. It was slithering past the lamp! I’m…afraid…that with these memories I’m seeing…& these strange images…Aladdin, I fear Bizarrah has escaped.”

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+ @riffrcffed​  

❝ I have the headache of the CENTURY. ❞ Massaging her temples, she walked through the empty halls of the palace until she reached the gardens. Spotting the future sultan sitting alone by the fountain, the SLEEPLESS seer wandered closer, only speaking once she was in earshot.  ❝ Aladdin, I just had a vision I think you might be interested in. You’ve dealt with evil genies before, right ?  ❞

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DIVINITY. ( my Aladdin OC looks better than the original & you can’t change my mind.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )