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@arastiia
“Oh? It would seem that I’m not alone for the moment...” For a realm that lies deep within the collective unconscious of humanity, there isn’t anything that will go unnoticed by the wielder of the Universe Arcana. Minato then rises from his seat on the golden floor, turning away from the massive gate that he created all those years ago to face the newest visitor of the Realm of the Great Seal. “How’d you end up here, of all places?”
a little something for the lovely @arastiia to excuse my lack of activity on this blog and for being so fckn slow with her icons <3 they specifically fit your blog aesthetic and I hope you like them :3
@arastiia The strong and the bold, a light florescent and ethereal. The power of A THOUSAND SUNS ✧・ﾟ: *✧
MAIDENS, QUEENS, EMPRESSES, CONQUERORS, such of the way of the strongest, blessed woman. Arita never met the most prominent woman figure in their life, but she touched their soul and led them through the darkest of times. An oracle who harnessed the darkness of yore, a witch to some and a saint to many. HEAVEN FEARED HER and mortals worshiped. She was never meant for that limelight but she wore it well. Dazzling stars, cosmic dust, super novae and ephemeral in her eyes before it’s swallowed by pitch black. The deity looked back on her, never knowing her, never once seeing her as she was gone before their own birth, but the earn that carries her ashes tells fortunes.
Arita sees someone in YOU. Someone who has aged beyond her years but never died. A soul steady but fierce with flame. They look onto you kindly, a content smile gracing their features as it always did. ❛ Are you the ruler here? You have the air of the wise and powerful, it’s actually somewhat intimidating! Although it suits you very well ❜
“You have POWER.” The sentence is rumbled deep, bordering as a growl that forms in her throat; as if a warning, an unspoken signal to proceed with caution---but it is rare that powerful beings do as such. Deadly creatures are quick to recognize beings in similarity, and Adrastia renders no different as sharp gaze narrows upon the unknown. Nostrils flare, talons drip with the blood of another who lays deceased, their identity unimportant aside from the fact that they had been an enemy: one she needed dead, and it seemed no one else but herself was capable of managing it. Despite what little magic dwindles in this world, beings of the essence still linger, and some had history with flaming imperatrix that was all but positive.
“I can smell it on you---so odd, for mortals.” There is no use in disguising her status given monstrous appearance goes unmasked, spiked tail swaying, wings slightly open. “And one so young. I hope you are not here to CHALLENGE ME.”
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YOUR CHARACTER IN FIVE QUOTES!
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Tell us your favorite quotes from your muse. Give us an idea of who they are by five things they’ve said then tag your friends!!
“Humans are such frail things, are they not?”
“Poor girl, who doesn’t even know her own limitations... All you can do is go keep your little sister from being lonely.”
“When man ate the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge he became ashamed of his nakedness and covered his nethers with fig leaves. From the time humanity first gained free will as human beings, it has been his fate to cover his body in the clothing called sin.”
“I am the one who knows everything in this world. I am the leader of the Kiryuin Conglomerate, Rag—.”
"It would appear that I still have a bit of humanity left within me... I'll just have to rid myself of it!"
Tagged by: @arastiia & @rosecarnage (nerds :’D). Tagging: Anyone who sees this and wants to do it!
@arastiia
‘’So what’s this contract for? You want me to deal with this Ragyo person.
"Garbage." Tone ever so spiteful not lacking any of the sharpness which their little 'conversation' undeniably harbored. Patience ran thin; the other spoke of matters far too personal to be simply brushed aside. - WARRIOR had not yet lost carefully kept supremacy but one could feel heavy heart banging in the chest & pulse accelerating whenever another word left collocutor’s lips. "Your assumptions are utterly inane."
❛ Maybe. ❜ Her hue remains cold despite the rising temperature; while she bore the Fruit of Knowledge, never did she claim to know what it was she spoke. For the reason that she held the spirit & wisdom of God gave her perspective had also given the girl a prison in the same sense that she was still but a child ( a shell of one, but still a child )—one whom had only an ill-defined idea of what it's hand grasped at... even if what it reached for was simply what her truest self knew so easily.
It made it all the more difficult to reach out, to hold out this body's hand and heal the damage done to the other's soul. The unmistakable injuries that time had done to the war-torn; the battle-weary; the battered who, like her, lost it's identity from the burden that the world had brought onto them. Isolation worn much like a veil to the dress which was worn to remind the body of it's purpose, and in so doing, divorced herself from the truth that she had only succeeded in bleeding herself dry and making the body hollow. The other's certainty & resolve had also become her own downfall as, much like any self-fulfilling prophecy, had made her future unclear, and once her purpose fulfilled... what then will await her?
Rei had seen the steady fall, the surefooted stumble, and the indomitable inevitably conquered. It never lasted, and what endured for now would eventually succumb when the time came and went. Nothing beside remains, and in the end, despair would be the fate of she who stands alone.
The girl knows this to be true because, once, the child was once like the other.
And now, here she stands: a manikin poised like a person. A husk worn by strings that it had come to despise, but knew not how to be rid of them. A carcass held by what was once mighty, now decrepit and barely clinging and forced to live because of purpose not yet fulfilled... and the body still had miles to go before ‘ The End ’ would come. For that, she would live, but she knew her fate was not uncommon, and as the oracle's eyes looked, the girl could see the same fate in hers.
But, she did not know if she spoke to her knowingly aware of the warrior outside and the conceit it held, or to the wounded lioness inside that once had the innocence of a cub. It was a uncertainty that felt like a blade drawn and quartered at her neck; perhaps an omen of what was to come had she continued to speak, possibly the prelude to the other’s wrath and the death that would befall this shell, this slave.
However, if that be the price to save a life, the price which Knowledge tells her she must take... then she shows no fear for whatever comes next as a result of the rare decision.
❛ But, even the most inane of assumptions can still be right, as it is one of life’s greatest lessons to know that a fool can be right sometimes. ❜
A deplorable stare is mantled between brow and lips; not many wield swords of that nature and there is much left to be desired with such a practice. Most are amateurs in that category which require skill and patience to fully comprehend...and become competent enough to dance along the fray. Kanatas are no exclusion to that rule. It sets a mental itch that ghosts along his skin--how long as it been since he crossed paths with another of the similar arts?
❝You’re capable of wielding that sword?❞
– / arastiia
