رب الرمال السوداء

After disposing of Aladdin and agreeing to an arraigned marriage with Princess Jasmine to protect Agrabah, Mozenrath made a deal with the Goddess of Chaos, Eris, trading immortality in return for wiping the existence of his marriage from the history books. Now fully healed, he attempted to reclaim his throne but was captured by Jasmine's guards using his own technology, lost the gauntlet and became slave to his former wife, now Sultana of his lands. Mozenrath had retrained and regained his level of expertise in the dark arts while in captivity. With Eris' help, the Necromancer is now free from slavery, a wanted outlaw and soon to be father to the heir of Agrabah. Picture by: Kykywka Icon by: Ananovik

[marijim]

So, well, here is Jasmine, Ariel and Snowhite

[moonlightsdreaming]

ジャスミン by HAHIN on pixiv

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BetrayalPrevby AsjJohnson

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OOC

Test 1-2-3

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Designer Fairytale: JASMINE + ALADDINby MissMikopete

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OOC

Sitting in the movie theater waiting for Frozen to start! Best birthday present!!

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Twisted: The Untold Story of a Royal Vizier

AMAZING! 

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but i’ll be there for you as the world falls down

[independentalsoomse]

"I've heard you're the woman to see for a mystical plant called Peyote..." Mozenrath began, pausing for a response.

Alsoomse looked at him, confusion etched into her brow. “Peyote?” she inquired. “And who told you that I was the one to seek for this?”

[mozenrathoftheblacksand]

Mozenrath was certain should she wish a trade again she would find a way to locate him. A guard stepped forward, gripped the bag and handed it to the sorcerer who opened it.Examining the bag’s contents, Mozenrath looked to Alsoomse. “A pleasure doing business with you,” he replied with a nod.

"Should you find yourself in Arabian, be sure to look me up." Of course he did not mean it. Guests were such a hassle, especially when they did not appreciate the effort he put into their torture. 

[independentalsoomse]

"Of course," she said, still eyeing Mozenrath’s guards warily. Perhaps it would be wise to disassociate herself from him as soon as possible. Whatever he does with his life was no doubt a toxic thing. "Perhaps, although your, uh, friends would put a damper on such a social call, I think.”

[mozenrathoftheblacksand]

"Are you questioning my life-style choice?" He teased. "I prefer the company of the undead. There is no questions or back talk, I highly recommend it." It was obvious to Mozenrath that Alsoomse fancies a peasant life of hard work, blood, sweat and tears. The sorcerer couldn't imagine lowering himself to that level. 

[mozenrathoftheblacksand]

Head Cannon

Mozenrath does not fear death, obviously. He fears the eternal servitude he will face for his crimes. Immortality will prove to only delay the inevitable. Any way to avoid facing death is his top priority. 

[independentalsoomse]

"I've heard you're the woman to see for a mystical plant called Peyote..." Mozenrath began, pausing for a response.

Alsoomse looked at him, confusion etched into her brow. “Peyote?” she inquired. “And who told you that I was the one to seek for this?”

[mozenrathoftheblacksand]

"Sunset…" he added, before turning on his heels and disappearing in a blue black flame. 

The undead guards placed wooden chests at Alsoomse’s feet then turned to wait behind their master. “The weapons you’ve requested, lady Alsoomse.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Mozenrath smiled contently. He eyed the bag in her hand, his pulse racing at the thought of it’s contents. The thought of what he could do with such a powerful drug was enticing.

[independentalsoomse]

The Shawnee woman immediately set of in search of the Peyote, which she found with ease. A satchel full of the stuff was what Mozenrath requested, and thus she gathered as much.

She met with him the next night, and she couldn’t help but be unnerved by the creatures that accompanied her trading partner. She didn’t dare to ask about them, and instead gently placed the satchel down onto the ground. “Your Peyote, Lord Mozenrath,” she returned smoothly.

[mozenrathoftheblacksand]

Mozenrath was certain should she wish a trade again she would find a way to locate him. A guard stepped forward, gripped the bag and handed it to the sorcerer who opened it.Examining the bag's contents, Mozenrath looked to Alsoomse. "A pleasure doing business with you," he replied with a nod.

"Should you find yourself in Arabian, be sure to look me up." Of course he did not mean it. Guests were such a hassle, especially when they did not appreciate the effort he put into their torture. 

[papa-doyouthink-imodd]

art on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/88238731

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Calligraphy of Prophet Muhammad’s Name in Embossed Metal at the Prophet’s Mosque in Madinah, Saudi Arabia

Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah

[independentalsoomse]

"I've heard you're the woman to see for a mystical plant called Peyote..." Mozenrath began, pausing for a response.

Alsoomse looked at him, confusion etched into her brow. “Peyote?” she inquired. “And who told you that I was the one to seek for this?”

[mozenrathoftheblacksand]

He glared intently down at the petite woman as he released from their shake. “Tomorrow, I shall return with my end of the bargain. A chest full of each weapon will suffice? I do desire a satchel full of Peyote.”

Mozenrath could tell she did not trust him but it was a simple matter of a trade, nothing more, nothing less. He wondered what else she could be of use for. 

[independentalsoomse]

Alsoomse peered up at him stoically, undeterred by his dark gaze. “That will not be a problem,” she assured him. She was uncertain what else he might intend for her in the future—many found her useful and tried to persuade her to do what they wished—but she felt certain that he would not harm her unless she posed as a threat to him.

[mozenrathoftheblacksand]

"Sunset..." he added, before turning on his heels and disappearing in a blue black flame. 

The undead guards placed wooden chests at Alsoomse's feet then turned to wait behind their master. "The weapons you've requested, lady Alsoomse." Crossing his arms over his chest, Mozenrath smiled contently. He eyed the bag in her hand, his pulse racing at the thought of it's contents. The thought of what he could do with such a powerful drug was enticing.

[independentalsoomse]

"I've heard you're the woman to see for a mystical plant called Peyote..." Mozenrath began, pausing for a response.

Alsoomse looked at him, confusion etched into her brow. “Peyote?” she inquired. “And who told you that I was the one to seek for this?”

[mozenrathoftheblacksand]

Mozenrath nodded slowly in response. “Horses, daggers, sabers, crossbows and scimitars….those are the weapons I can supply you with. As for medicine, I am not a sorcerer of medicine, quite the opposite in fact. I mostly dabble in the dark arts of death. I may have a few herbs or potions of interest to you and your people, should you need them.” 

Perhaps he could be of use to this young woman in the future. Outstretching a hand to shake, Mozenrath smirked. “Weapons for Peyote, do we have a deal?”

[independentalsoomse]

Alsoomse was affronted at the prospect of dark magic. She never considered the notion nor did she desire it. She preferred good hard labour worked from her own hands.

She looked down at Mozenrath’s outstretched hand, and as uncomfortable as she was with making physical contact with strangers, she took it in her grasp. “As you wish,” she agreed.

[mozenrathoftheblacksand]

He glared intently down at the petite woman as he released from their shake. "Tomorrow, I shall return with my end of the bargain. A chest full of each weapon will suffice? I do desire a satchel full of Peyote."

Mozenrath could tell she did not trust him but it was a simple matter of a trade, nothing more, nothing less. He wondered what else she could be of use for. 

[independentalsoomse]

"I've heard you're the woman to see for a mystical plant called Peyote..." Mozenrath began, pausing for a response.

Alsoomse looked at him, confusion etched into her brow. “Peyote?” she inquired. “And who told you that I was the one to seek for this?”

[mozenrathoftheblacksand]

Mozenrath quirked a brow, snippy. “I apologize if I’ve offended you, it was not my intent. Some societies find use in gold while others desire weapons or magic.” Her short responses and curt attitude was not helping him gain ground in his venture. 

"Please enlighten me on what would be most desirable for your survival?" Where would her weapons be at? It puzzled him that he could not clearly see them. 

[independentalsoomse]

"Well, my people have never wanted gold. We prefer simpler things. We always find use in things like horses or weaponry or even anything to ease our agricultural work." She straightened her back and crossed her arms over her chest. "I am a practical woman, Mozenrath, so anything such as weapons or medical supplies are always desired. I do indulge myself in beadwork, though."

[mozenrathoftheblacksand]

Mozenrath nodded slowly in response. "Horses, daggers, sabers, crossbows and scimitars....those are the weapons I can supply you with. As for medicine, I am not a sorcerer of medicine, quite the opposite in fact. I mostly dabble in the dark arts of death. I may have a few herbs or potions of interest to you and your people, should you need them." 

Perhaps he could be of use to this young woman in the future. Outstretching a hand to shake, Mozenrath smirked. "Weapons for Peyote, do we have a deal?"