#avraiya

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A’vraiya and Tajha done by @negativesd09

Amazing work!  Thank you!

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“Such a beautiful night.”

OOC note: Below is a story regarding some mature content involving violence and some torture. Please take that into consideration before reading. Thanks!

He took a deep breath of the crisp night air, exhaling softly. The mist rolled from behind his lips as he gave that content sigh.

“Look at that. Clear night, stars is out.” He’d nod, reaffirming his own thoughts.

“Seems like somethin’ always goin’ sideways on such nice evenin’s like this. You remember ain’t ya? You remember what ya’ did?”

The sound of leather scraping as he brought that knife of his into view, examining it under the moonlight. He hefted his frame downward over the other as they panted, eyes widened, muffled voice into the bandana.

“Funny, ain’t it? How helpless ya’ are now, old man?”

The bells in A’vraiya’s ears chimed as they were caught in the gentle desert breeze. He reached down and yanked the bandana from the others mouth.

“Last I saw ya’, you was havin’ a greedy ol’ time with the ones what wouldn’t stand against ya’. Of course, my memory is hazy from all that beatin’ ya gave me all them years ago.”

A’vraiya pushed down the waist of his britches slightly, the scarring over his midsection made the other wince, whether out of disgust or fear was not to be decided. A’vraiya tilted his head, watching the other as he moved the point of the knife to a nice meaty spot on the bound Tia’s side, giving it a small push, blood pearling slowly.

“How’s ‘at feel, Sala? Them rubies is just the start. Ain’t nice for someone to go stickin’ somethin’ in ya’ you ain’t wantin’ is it?”

He grabbed a handful of A’sala’s hair, yanking it backwards, giving the knife another push forward, inch by inch before the pearls turned into a stream.

“You were supposed to help ‘em, not do what ya’ did, you greedy old ass. How could ya’ do what ya’ did to them? How could ya’ even think to join /him/?”

A’sala shook his head between yelps and begs, unable to do anything but bargain.

“Ain’t matter, ‘cause now it’s time to answer.”

A’vraiya pulled the knife from the Sala’s side, bringing it up to the side of the Tia’s head.

“If it was up to me, I’d bury ya’ here. Shred ya to peices but yer just trash. Ain’t worth it. Instead, I’ll leave ya’ with a reminder, a momento of the pain ya’ caused.”

A’vraiya grabbed on of the Tia’s ears, the edge of the knife sawing into it. Screams across the desert would surely awaken the drakes and worms. He sawed until the last inch or two of flesh, then yanked and tore the miqo’te’s ear. He tossed it into the sand, and stood up, wiping the blade on the bandana that had been stuffed into the others mouth. He tossed it onto the pool of blood that the sand sucked in.

If the worm’s or drakes ain’t get ya’, you live marked like that. If you feel cross, feel free to come lookin’ for me, but it’ll be the last stupid decision you ever make, A’sala.”

A’vraiya looked up to the sky, putting a cactuar needle between his lips and giving another sigh as he made his trek away from the wounded Tia.

“Such a beautiful night.”

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The Lullaby of the Dunes

The dust had settled. The wind died down.

And here he sat, looking down at the body that had been his sisters.   He uncovered the wrap that he had hefted her across Thanalan in.  The blood had soaked through the cloth and matted sand had found it's place stuck to the red matte. He looked around, giving a small sigh.  He had only found out hours before that he had a sibling and here he was, leaving her to the same devices he left A'sala weeks before.   He tried to save her.  He tried to talk her down, to take her away from the Lambs, but once she uttered she did it for power, the only thing he could think about was the trio of Tia who craved the same.  So here, under the canopy of stars, he once again left a stray Antelope. "You was just like them in the end.  It's probably better this way, more humane.  If that mark hadn't blown' yer neck up, I would had to do it.  I'd a' had lead ya' out here just the same." He reached for the cactuar needle in his pocket, sliding closer to the body.  He poked it between his lips and looked up, still talking to no one in particular. "Here I sit, the verge of becomin' Nunh of the Raincatchers, and all I can think about is how damnsed my blood must be.  All you Antelope pricks is just cravin' power.  Cravin' things that ain't mean nothin' in the end but misery and heartache.  I want to believe I can do better, but you bastards.." He ran his hands through the sand, pulling up a pile and letting it sift through his fingers as the desert breeze carried them away. "You just keep makin' me think that it's my destiny to become some godsawful person like yerselves." He turned towards the corpse, the bell jingles carrying over the cool night air. "Maybe it's on me to go makin' up for all yer sins.  To go bringin' the lot of ya' out here.  What about that sis?"  He huffed, trying to keep himself from losing what little cool he had left for the evening. "I wouldn't worry too much about bein' lonely.."  He pointed up the dunes. "Sala's up there.  As far as he made it, you won't be by yerself.  Soon, Ghota and Fesah will be here, if they ain't already passed." He moved over, brushing the woman's hair out of her face.  She was the last image of his father that he would know.   "I'm sure one day, I'll join the lot of ya' up here, Halette.  It was nice meetin' ya' for a time, but this is what ya' deserve.  When ya' crave power and join up with someone like the Lambs.  This is all that can happen.  This is the best of yer situation.  This is the power ya' craved." He smiled, getting up and dusting himself off. "Rest easy now.  I'm sure judgement'll come callin' soon." He left the body there to be claimed by the worms and drakes like he had the other.  Walking off, the wind carrying sand to cover his tracks.  He left no markers, no signs.  The only person that needed to know she was there, didn't care.

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Have you Ever

Bold all that apply.

been cheated on | been bullied | told a horrible lie | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | passed out | cheated | bullied | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to hospital | had a near-death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured | been slapped by a parent or higher up | been abused by someone who should have loved you | had a panic attack | been in a car accident | had sex | had sex with a stranger | been raped | felt raped | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | used | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been dominant | been submissive | been forced to smile | been misgendered | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying

Thanks for the tag: @ssytxiv, @xkrisstia

Tagging: Anyone that wants to do it!

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February Screenshot Day #1: Flowers

“Hells, all this Valentione’s Day non-sense..  Huntresses like flowers, ain’t they?”

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Soul Element - A’vraiya

Water

You can be as mysterious as the ocean itself. You are intuitive, emotional and ultra-sensitive. Moreover, you often have intense dreams and borderline-psychic intuition. You always depend on your gut feeling, and you have a hard time explaining your decisions logically. Security is important to you—after all, water needs a container, or it dries up and disappears. Your love is fluid. You're flexible in your relationships. The more you are in touch of your emotions, the more you are able to adapt to your partner. 

Take the quiz here.

Tagged by @keloch

Tagging: @ssytxiv, @lefayexplores, @alsiuslux, @jserin-tia, @alphaofanendlesspack, and anyone else that would like to do it.

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The Jackal’s Bet.

“Red flower, Bell Necklace.. Red things..”  

“Reckon that’s the price you pay when you gamble with a Jackal.”

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Music: A’vraiya Tia

RULES:  share four songs / pieces of music that represent your muse. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG. 

The Hunter - Adam Jensen

Survivor - 2WEI

Ludwig Göransson - Killmonger

Godsmack - Under your Scars

OOC Note:  This took me a minute to get to, but thanks for tagging me in it!  It took me a minute to try and nail a few songs that would try and sync with A’vraiya.  I hope you enjoy!

Tagged by: @keloch and @lefayexplores

Tagging: Literally anyone who is reading this.  You.  That’s right, you.  Don’t scroll past it.  Do it.