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Don’t Panic

That third eye glinted - almost as bright as the sun that loomed over his shoulder like a fourth eye, waiting to see what would happen. And his fingers tightened, not unlike the smile that tightened his lips - all but peeling them back over too-white teeth; too white, above the black of his rumpled uniform. Don’t panic. You don’t have long. And she didn’t - panic, that was. There was a calm assessment of her slowly dwindling air supply - she could not make sound, had refused him the pained sounds his victims usually supplied, and so she would expire that much faster. Better to die with my pride. She did not have her hands. He did. She could not breath. He sat stop her legs. Sweat ran into her eyes. There was nothing left - she’d have fared better with a pantera atop her. The Imperial’s fingers tightened, the pain in her throat unbearable - And she snapped awake in a flurry of claws and snarls - backed into the corner of the walls at the head of her bed, tail at least twice it’s normal volume, as mismatched eyes swept over the darkened space; ears laid flat, she sat on all fours, waiting. Listening. Poised. Minutes ticked past without a sound, the hour late enough that not even footsteps could be heard in the hallway beyond her apartment. She was alone. Blessedly alone. It didn’t save her the shame of so inglorious an awakening, as the tiny woman crawled back into bed proper - smoothing the loose nightshirt down, as if this small measure of control could ease the sting of the past. It was when small fingers brushed at her throat that a small, swift inhale reminded her that it was sore. Yes, there had once been an Imperial. But this was not his doing - in fact, the thought that it was her choice was a thought that soothed, even as a lengthy tail continued to lash against the mussed covers.. Teeth on flesh, not just allowed - but encouraged; to be vulnerable by choice... well, she’d never mention how terrifying the thought was. He need not hear it from her, after all - her body told that story well enough. Apprehension had been all but beaten into her, after all. Life didn’t care if you were cruel, or kind; if you were strong, or weak; big...or small. The streets of Ul’dah had been no more kind than that leering Garlean, and more than one strong hand had been a reminder of her glaring vulnerability. So she’d grown cold. Hard. Strong. Distant, and untouchable. People simply didn’t...touch Jak. She touched them, sure - it was her choice. Her game. But allowing the opposite? Fingers dug into the bruises, eliciting a hissed breath, “I’ll only have myself to blame.” The bite of pain grounded her, in a way - offering a crisp clarity of mind in these wee hours of the morning. This was something she understood - not in a way that words could illuminate, no. But it was the way of things; maybe he wasn’t using her, but only time could tell that - and she was far from a hopeless romantic. The opposite, in fact - pragmatic in her view of the world. And maybe he’d snap on her one day, as well. Wouldn’t the irony be...killer? But she’d told him, and meant it - she would not live her life in fear. Not of him, not of anyone...and this was an opportunity. She didn’t bypass opportunities that made sense. And like those pantera who roamed the sands of her homeland, there would be snarling, and snapping - claws, and posturing, and pain. In fact, all of these things had come to pass, already. It made perfect sense - one world-weary predator to another. But that didn’t mean that things weren’t working - in fact, it meant things were working precisely as they should be. Somehow. For now. Nothing worthwhile comes without pain. And if it all burns down, then at least we lived for a time. (( @ketsuchikotetsu for the reference here in the latter half! :P ))

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♠ Well I absolutely have to do this for Kets and Mana, now don't I? <3

Would my character…

Quotes That Would Be Said: “Oh no, a contrary opinion. If you’re going to start growling about it, let me get a muzzle at least.”

“Whore?! Again?! You are such a stubborn, insufferable, egotistical…” Lots of angry muttering with puffy cheeks.

“If you destroy anymore furniture I’ll have you know I’m NOT responsible!” Shouted while ducking and hiding behind various pieces of furniture again.

[[ @ketsuchikotetsu I could have probably put a lot more in but the possibilities are endless! Haha thanks so much for throwing me this! DEFINITELY fun for these two. XD Bonus gif just because it’s silly and I love it, plus I have… too many gifs. >>; ]]

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Vengeance

How he hated the cold.

Even as the warmer moons made their way to Ishgard the cold was still present. Ketsuchi let out a long breath of air, watching as it hung visible in the air for a moment before disappearing. He tugged the heavy fur hood further forward over his head to keep his ears hidden from the biting cold. He was grateful the wind had died down, but treading through the snow was still an arduous task. The heavy furs and linens that covered his body had helped to keep the cold away when he began his journey, but now that he neared his destination they did little to stop the chill that had made its way into his very bones.

The Seeker produced a piece of paper from the pocket of his wool pants, unfolding it to check the hastily created map he had been given of the geography. He lifted his head to look around, his eyes darting from one apparent cave to the next. The area was littered with them and checking each one would take him more time then he cared to spend out in the cold. He had passed that mark quite a long time ago, if he was to be honest with himself. Taking his best guess of what the map was telling him, he tucking it back into his pocket to reference later should he need it.

A sloped path just to his right led up to a more narrow cave that was difficult to see had he not been in possession of a map with scattered Xs to mark their locations. This was the one that had been circled...or so he thought. He wasn’t adept at reading maps, especially when they were thrown together in such a manner that made them barely discernible from chocobo scratch. Ketsuchi reached up with his right hand, grasping the handle of the large, jagged-edged blade he wore on his back. The leather restraints held it in place well enough that it was in no danger of falling from his person. With that checked, the Seeker began his ascent of the snow-covered slope that led to the first, and hopefully last, cave he would begin to search.

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New Art!

A fantastic piece of art of Ketsuchi.

I am not sure if the artist has a Tumblr, but check them out here! There is where I found their work to commission them. They were fantastic and easy to work with.

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🌪 - A quiet moment

Her skin sang with the sting of the sun’s kiss, and there was no better feeling the young Seeker could imagine - well, maybe one. But as she stood with the cool water easing the day’s burn, she chose not to think about it.J’kesri chose not to think at all, as she brought her hands up, watching them half-fill with the cool, clean water, as the rest slipped away. She didn’t care that she still had bits of jewelry on; didn’t mind the bathing suit. She simply was in this moment - neither a dragon, nor a jackal… “Maybe,” she thought to herself, lips tugging at the corners despite the annoyance that always underlined her new ‘title’, “Maybe, I’m just a ‘Little Robin’ in a birdbath.” And she laughed aloud, the throaty sound echoing off the interior of the shower’s walls - a sound she’d not been well-acquainted with, until recently - letting the water gathered in her hands crash to the tiled floor all at once.And without really meaning to, she’d thought about it anyways.((Figured I’d ping @ketsuchikotetsu since she’s decided she can laugh at being a little robin if he’s not around. :P ))