#dazkar

[yessu]

[for Daz, "So hey, whatever happened to that Rogue career you were trying at?"] Dazkar: Look. hah. I like my jobs simple- you tell me a guy is gonna be in a location. I go there. It's THAT guy. I get him. I'm not into the whole "✨intrigue✨" thing anyway.

Discomfort level: 4/10

[m0ntygee]

dazkar family photos.

(shara with blue hair uses she/her, jinba with the long messy teal hair uses he/him)

[old-dzo-chaser]

prompt 6 // first steps

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

Timeline : 14 years ago

TW / Rating :  None, SFW

The arrival of spring was counted by the many shoots of plant life that had poked their heads up out of the thawing snow to catch spring’s first warming rays. It was a time of renewal within the clan of Dazkar, who had staked their claim at the base of a mountain for the long winter.

So, as the shoots were counted by the females that were allowed to leave the safety of the yurt, the men were tasked to dismantle their homes, and see the outside world for longer than a short span of time to travel to their next settlement for the summering months.

Kaidu’s first steps into a world that was being reclaimed by plant life was simply indescribable. To the heavens rending mountains that were capped with fresh snow, to the wide open plain still spotted with melting snow, and oh, the dancing shoots of grass that were gently swayed back and forth as the cooler, dying breath of winter kissed his round face. He looked upon the thawing winter with his eyes wide and mouth agape in awe.

For Kaidu, it cemented his favorite, childhood question:

“<Father? Why don’t we stay out here longer like the others?>”

“<This is the way of the Dazkar, Kaidu,>” Kaidu spun his head around at the voice that was not his father’s, but was a lighter tone instead, belonging to a fierce looking Xaela with glowing golden eyes. His mother. Kaidu hadn’t seen her too often due to her placement in the clan as a mounted warrior, but every time he saw her, he couldn’t help but smile at her wild hair that stuck up like a poofed up sheep.

“<You will be allowed to walk alongside your Father this year, too. The Khan has seen your strength within the home and has blessed your first steps into spring, my lamb.>”

“<Really?!>” Kaidu found himself jumping with joy, skipping across the large boulders that surrounded their home.

“<Watch yourself...>” She chided, looking at him with increased worry. She almost leapt out and grabbed the boy, but a nearby voice caught her attention before she did so. She looked down upon him with gentle eyes before she jogged off to join a group of tribeswomen that were preparing to ride ahead of the main group.

For Kaidu, this was as good as an answer he would always get for this question.

[aiimlo]

it’s the boyos <3  Just a doodle from my stream!

[teapartiesinairships]

Writing Prompt #7: Serendipitous

Content Warnings: Nope, just the doctor being dumb and lovesick.

Scratch scratch. The quillpen moved back and forth over the page, making soft rustling noises, that were accompanied by the crackling of the fire. Tenaki was filling out her usual daily paperwork, all the while reading mission reports from both the Coeurl’s and the Maelstrom. Her life was extremely hectic, and though she loved her work, sometimes she wondered if she had taken on too much. Pausing for a moment, she looked into the fire, then smiled to herself; nah, it was only a problem if she didn’t get things done.

Blowing on the ink, she looked down at the page in her hand, and sighed; at this point, she was going to need a file cabinet just for Priam and Alex. The amount of information she had recorded about the pair of them was starting to get a little ridiculous; she wondered if there was an upper limit to what she could learn about them, without being… She froze for a moment, looking up. Friends? Is that it? Her brow creased and she put the paper down, looking into the fire. It was something she’d always felt as though she lacked; Shanna had been a sort of friend, these past years, but they’d trained together more than shared intimate moments. Had she ever really had a friend, even prior to leaving Othard?

The thought lingered for several minutes, as she thought about the Coeurl’s; Thomas, Alexander, Priam, Niwa.. They were all good people, certainly, but they were her patients for the most part. Then there were the new ones, who she knew even less. She supposed it was the doctor’s job to remain off from the group, though, and serve dutifully as the physician and confidant. You couldn’t do that if you were close friends with them. What about Nayana? The voice in the back of her mind piped up, causing her back to stiffen momentarily.

Nayana.

Ever since the Dazkar woman had joined the guild, Tenaki had been interested in her. They had spent nights and days together, with the Borlaaq woman teaching her the Eorzean language and customs. She supposed it shouldn’t have been that surprising that she’d developed an interest in her; the way Nayana had responded to her advances had been confusing, though. Folding her arms on the desk, Tenaki laid her chin on her arms.

She’d spent most of her adult life among the Borlaaq, so she wasn’t at all surprised that romantic notions had surfaced around the golden eyed archer - what had surprised her was how strong they were. How much she wanted to lay a claim on her, and make it known to everyone that Nayana was hers. She had tried to voice these feelings, but Nayana seemed oblivious to the idea of homosexual romance. Or romance in general!

Letting out a groan, she sat back up and shook her head. It was a ridiculous notion, anyway. Love? She’d never been in love before. Who knew if she even was, now? So she wanted to spend nights entwined with her; that wasn’t so different to what she’d had before! She was just besotted with the woman’s beauty, bravery and the way her spirit shone like a beacon. Taken in by the way she did the simplest things, and the fact that she’d been strong enough to channel Nhaama’s grace to protect her in Castle Wite.

Yes, the Dazkar woman had brought her happiness in way she hadn’t felt in years, but it didn’t matter - she didn’t reciprocate those feelings, not yet. She couldn’t expect devotion from a woman who had never been made aware of how things were done outside her own tribe. All Tenaki could do was make her aware, and let her decide, in her own time. Until then, she’d been content with the joy that Nayana filled her with.

Glancing down at the paperwork, she saw the woman’s name scratched into the top corner and sighed. Looks like she’d have to redo the entire page; she couldn’t submit paperwork to Shanna that looked like it had been doodled on by a lovesick fifteen year old.

[old-dzo-chaser]

prompt 3 // lost

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

Kaidu Dazkar had always felt lost ever learning that his tribe was an oddity.

“<Lost? Lost? Are you kidding me?>” Algadai let out a derisive snort and rolled his eyes, slamming an open palm against the table.

“<Next, you will tell me that you have a secret horse bride within the Goro because we do not marry horses! All tribes are different, but that doesn’t mean you go and leave your own because you believe you will fit in!>”

Algadai, Kaidu’s father, sat across from the adolescent with an almost tired expression on his face. His voice echoed and boomed as loud as the rain that pelted the yurt with increasing intensity. With one inhale from the pipe, he let the smoke ribbon out of his mouth before puffing as he spoke,

“<You are well aware of what lies outside the comfort of our yurt, Kaidu. The way of the fighter is not the Dazkar way. If anything, you would be lost and a poor fighter, if allowed!>”

“<I..s-still feel lost walking the way of the Dazkar. It doesn’t feel like the Xaela way,>” Kaidu mumbled out, breath hitched in his throat.

“<Don’t you DARE disrespect the way I have raised you, boy! I raised you the Dazkar way, and that is what you are!>” Algadai snarled out before he reached across the table and flung his open palm across Kaidu’s cheek, now looking completely enraged by his son’s deviating thoughts.

Kaidu sat there silent and shocked at his father’s sudden act of violence, rubbing his reddening cheek. His lips quivered as tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

Moments passed and Algadai sat back down, sighing loudly.

“<I will not have this discussion again. Go, boy, dinner needs to be prepared before your mother arrives back from scouting.. If you are lucky, I will not tell her.>”

[aiimlo]

haven’t posted in awhile but heres ulagan sunbathing in his apartment

[mellamoteo]

Photoshoot of my FFXIV character in the Azim Steppe by Archon Ciel on Faerie (@courtofarchons) [NSFW warning]