#aenchantress

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@aenchantress​ replied to your post: I was looking at FFXIII character info and Snow is...

wAIT WHAT HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE??

It’s final fantasy I try not to ask these questions or I hurt my brain

[xresistance]

starter call | @aenchantress​

“Ah. It’s not what it looks like.”

Covered in blood, a little bit of gore and who knows what else? Trevor can only imagine the sight he makes. He flicks off a bit of... something from his arm to the ground, and hopes that the woman doesn’t scream.

[veiliisms]

*AFTON & SAYURI. / @aenchantress​ (sc.)

shit. shit. he was hoping no one would take this damn alley at this time. he turns his body, hiding the blood on his side. “it’s fine - i’m fine. just - keep walkin’, pretend you didn’t see anythin’, alright?”

[belovedscorn]

@aenchantress​ ━━  ♥

━━ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᶤᵍᶰˢ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶤᶰᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʳᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷʳᵒᶰᵍ  「 There was no crime in it. Right? That’s what he told himself. Through the biting chill, he had convinced himself to get a drink. They were quite a way from Ishgard itself, but anywhere soldiers marched there would be makeshift bars. He had ventured away from the city. He loathed it. The prim and proper way about people. How they let their fellow men starve or freeze. He hated this godsdammed cold too. He was a child of the desert. Not made for this sort of weather. Hard to believe this frozen wasteland was not always like this. It was only five years ago. How did the people adapt? 

  He’s already had some drinks. The burn of the hard liquor on his throat seemed to keep him warm. His mind is hazy, but he hasn’t gotten too far. He can hold his drink well. He remembers drinking with the others in his tribe when he was only 11 or 12. After a victory. He didn’t enjoy the feeling as much as others, but he had to kill his mind. It was maddening to worry about his missing comrades. Thinking of what his family has heard. Of if everyone is okay. He finishes a drink, setting the cup down and shivering. 

 He gazes around. The bartender, himself, and a woman.  The woman appeared to be some sort of bard. He turns to her and walks closer. Despite his mind being foggy from the booze, he doesn’t appear the least bit drunk outwardly. 

“You do songs?” He asks, sitting closer to her. Not a lot of coin to be had in this remote place. Probably only soldiers coming through every so often. The place looked to be an inn for travelers. Probably did a lot better before all the snow. 

“Take requests? I’ve got coin.”  」

[levingale]

“ revolution is built on blood ”

vindictive suggestions. // accepting. 

HER YOUTH was one filled with blood. Very much holding true to Ala Mhigo’s tagline ─── Born From Blood. A nation built upon countless of blood spilled, only knowing war and violence as they had no other resources to turn to but stone and salt. Yet it was home all the same. It was a home that she had lost when she was just a mere babe. Tormented to suffer the life of a refugee and witnessing the vices of men, Karigan was raised with the priority of defending herself first. Through any means, be it manipulation or aggression. 

─── “ Many things have been built on blood. Nations, freedom, homes. People are willing to dip their hands into sin if it means attaining the power they wish. ” She murmurs, quiet and bitter as she’s reminded of the suffering Ala Mhigan refugees had to endure when turned away by the Eorzean Alliance. “ A revolution may inspire hope or give an EXCUSE to shed more blood, and lose lives. But of course, the brave souls fighting against the oppressive Empire aren’t enough to deign aid from neighbouring allies. ”  

Her soul, tempestuous and hateful much like an unforgiving storm. Wild, and shocking to touch. Karigan’s lips purse into a thin line, brows furrowing as she broods about her motherland’s fate. As quickly as she reveals her truer self, she switches back to the visage of a more carefree soul. Seemingly as a coping mechanism to escape whatever trouble that ails her. 

With a smile, gentle and soft, she turns her gaze upwards to the night sky. “ Though I suppose, it’s the same here in Ishgard, hm ? War has torn this land asunder for too long. And only now, do the winds of change blow over. ” 

[demonslayvr]

@aenchantress​  --  “ you look like the saint peter who meets fashion trends in hell. ”

                                                                  MBMBAM

                >> 🔥 <<           HE QUICKLY LOOKS DOWN AT HIMSELF,    scoffing softly as his attire was    ONCE AGAIN    brought into question and hounded.   his style wasn’t that bad.   it’s been worse in the past.          ❝             well    --------   least i got    SOMETHIN’    goin’ fer me if i ever go back there.   ‘m sure i’ll    STAND OUT    jus’ fine.   whats it to you,  darlin’    ----    why y’ up in my outfit    ??          ❞              

[rosespun]

WHAT WHISPERS THESE OLD,  SWOLLEN ROCKS KEEP.   counted amongst the moss,  lathered in fungi,  perpetuating an untouchable cycle of death,  then rebirth,  then ultimately :  decay.   silently,  she is reminded of brine.  deepening flushes of colours webbed together by natural order,  pertaining to a vastness unseen by men.  ghosts.  spirits.  wraiths.  many names house many fears,  and some are softer than one might believe.  she is sly in the way sweetwater is sly.  knowing all the things that should belong and those that do not belong,  offering but a handful of words. 

❛  —  they are angry. ❜  

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physical words. | @aenchantress​

           Aria is actually pretty skinny, but has toned, and defined muscles on her arms, legs, and abdomen. Her curves are appropriate, and her bust is a little more than average, from her Highlander characteristics, she is tall, roughly around 5′8″, her legs are long and slender, there’s a touch of curves in her hip area. Aria is lean, is of the average weight for her age and height, weighing around 120 lbs/54 kg. Body shape, breast size, arm length, and leg length are all symmetrically proportionate, her shoulders are dainty, and stands tall with great posture and poise.