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HAUNTING: briefvoice

                ❝   IF I WAS, would you think less of me?  ❞  it’s an innocent question, but still, one that she wishes answered. shame is hinted, lacing each syllable dulcet chords dared to pronounce in sacred solo               but the playful look is still there, even if it was hard to tell.

               ❝   i did not meant to, in all honesty. i came because i missed you, and knew for sure you’d be here. i don’t understand very well how this praying thing works but interrupting felt like such a rude thing to do. so i just sat here for what felt like hours, but probably did not pass ten minutes. it’s quite a peaceful place, i like it.  ❞

      “ IT DEPENDS ON how much you heard. ” A heavy blush spread across dark cheeks, eyes dropping away from the playful spirit that haunted his thoughts. If she had heard his prayers, whispers of pleas to forget the girl who he could not forget and all because of one kiss. His lips still tingled because of it. 

         “ Then I am sorry I kept you waiting so long. ” His smile cured at full lips because how could he deny her now. If he were meant to forget her, the goddess would have stopped this meeting. “ It is made to be peaceful so as do not find distractions but I’m glad you like it. Could I... could I give you a tour? ”

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VAIN???: mesmerissa

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                    ❝   GODDESS ? something tells me you did not quite mean my person. but something also tells me that you should.   ❞

        “ I BEG YOUR PARDON? Do you not know the word of our goddess? She is the moon, the light that shines down upon us. ”

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PERFORMER: thegoldvipcr

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                          she feigns laughter. it seems to TEASE her, the way it sounds when she forces it. but, she is an entertainer, and FAKING IT  had always come to her easily enough. her fingers wrapped the length of the shawl around her hands     (      WELL WORN FISTS WRAPPED AND READY TO STRIKE   )       ❛      i’m sorry, but i don’t trust any man who doesn’t know how to properly  skin and de-bone a fish.      ❜     she cooed to the MASSES, a gaggle of COMPLAINTS AND LAUGHS rising in the wake of her words. a smile creased her face, but her eyes remained h a r d as then landed upon the stranger.     ❛      and you–!         are you any good with a NET AND KNIFE?     ❜

          THERE SEEMED TO BE A SHOW ON, the masses amused by a beautiful woman, weaving through the crowd, sharing secret jokes. It was amusing by all means. He shared a few laughs with fellow travelers over a hearty meal. A smile with sharpened teeth as he plays along with the joke, hands folded in front of himself, leaning across the table. “ Better with a book of prayers but I’m no stranger to a net and knife. ” Sharp gaze focuses on the woman, she’s mysterious. The show is just that, a show. “ Can I be of service? ”  

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—————     she was beautiful   &   her name dripped from  their  lips like  (  honey  )   blood .

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HIGH PRIESTESS: salvatiio

              ‘  DO NOT BE ridiculous, Onyxia. I am no deserving of this collar than you are.  ’ a smile tugs at full petals. honeyed hues reflecting the utmost adoration for the girl just opposite her. they’ve always been this way. close.  valencia always tended to be protective of those who weren’t given the same graces as she.  onyxia being those of the very cherished. ‘ ruvvi wouldn’t be the same without you, give yourself more credit. ’ there is a slight harshness to thickened accent that said she would not be argued with on the matter.

             “ YOU KNOW YOU have a better claim to that collar than I. You’ve been blessed by the goddess, I merely serve her. ” And she remembered to count those blessings everyday. Crimson eyes stayed fixed, awed by the mere presence of their high priestess. She was truly lucky to have gained friendship and support from someone above her. “ It is not my credit to take, ” she assured in a rushed breath, daring to argue when she is told not to. “ It’s the goddess who allows those changes. ”

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SEAMSTRESS: seriikos

❝ ISN’T THERE JUST?  i still have to stoke the fire every night.❞    kettle is placed above the licking flames as she speaks,  wrapping hungry red tongues around the bronze.  ❝ i’m sure your brother won’t repeat himself quickly ━━ a stern talk probably isn’t necessary.  but ah,  enough about that.  what might i call you, sir?❞

      “ THEN I WOULD BE glad to take payment in the form of tea. ” He longs for the warmth a hot cup of tea can bring, it fills the belly and kept his hands steady. “ As his brother, I can assure you that sometimes he needs it beaten into him though I leave my eldest brother to do that. Of course, where are my manners. My name is Marcus. ”

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A MENACE: vulpistic

        ❝   OH,   ❞   lips freeze around the ‘o’ for a moment, before he remembers and eyes shine with misplaced excitement. he’s pulling out the small piece of bread and there is only one thing he’s going to do.   ❝   want to enjoy the fun too?   ❞   he asks ever so  politely,  offering a piece to the stranger.

           WITH WIDENED EYES, nostrils flare with disbelief. “ You’ve not been the one feeding them have you? ” With fed birds came rats to finish what they did not eat. “ I certainly do not. I am the one who has to clean up after this mess. ”

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d a d d y

*marcus voice* hey bby ;))

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"Mm..." (from onyxia *cackles and leaves*)

              PERHAPS, THE NOISE TO FLEE MOUTH ADORNED in the blessed wine of the moon goddess was unexpected.  crimson painted lips; fiery optics alight with a new sense of wonder. a side to the other that she wasn’t familiar with. this was more than devotion– it held a breath of danger, a hint of worrisome thought.   ‘ Goddess…. preserve me. ’  breathless, desperate palms reaching to grasp at the fabric of onxyia’s gown. a deep rouge painting statuesque countenance; heat rising within small frame.  sensitive throat tingling in each place the other has been; urgently small palms grip her friend.   ‘  Onyxia, On–.. ’ a much cruder curse flees valencia’s alluring mouth.  stop, we mustn’t. a touch of frost coats lavish fabrics. optics widening,  ‘ —we can’t. ’

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for the better or the worse, she is there. as steady as one of the statues, hands posed together in mockery ; if one did not look closely, they’d be thinking she’s one of THEM. a discret yet mischievous grin is painted on lips as the spirit sits, waiting for him to notice her presence.

        TRANQUIL SOUNDS of fountains flowing, bees nestling against flowers to collect nectar and the gentle sound of mumbled prayers. The Tehreni cleric kneels, hands pressed together, words whispered like litanies as prayers to the goddess. He prays for control, for resistance, to be something the goddess would be proud of. In the corner of his sharp blue eyes, an unnatural smirk draws his attention. He almost forgets to be shocked, too enraptured by her marbled beauty. She could be one of them, like a goddess herself and yet one of the things he prays to resist. 

      “ Are you eavesdropping on my prayers? That is very… disconcerting. ” Each prayer uttered about her was special, like poetry on his tongue between his goddess and him. Cheeks flame at just the thought, olive skin turning red in the sunlight.

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races of aerith: the tehren(s)

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             ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a noble Tehreni who fell in love with a handsome human. He was charming, captivating and utterly common ; completely wrong for the Tehreni woman. They had a whirlwind romance, falling in love and creating a stain on the noble family. The birth of a half tehreni/half human child only made the stain worse. In a plot too vile to speak of, the baby girl was left an orphan. Terrified that Onyxia’s true heritage would be found out, she was left on the doorstep of the Goddess’s temple and abandoned. 

The orphan was taken in by the priestess’s who nurtured and developed her love for her goddess. A lowly orphan made priestess, it was hardly heard of and yet, Onyxia became a sweet exception. With magic in her veins and the features of a Tehreni, only her small stature is a sign that she might be something else.