#ofthetwelveswood

(( GW2 IS TOO DIFFERENT i started playing gw2 long before i ffxived and it is so much not for me compared to xiv… BUT I STILL HAVE IT INSTALLED IF YOU WANNA HANG… ))

[yama-tros-ffxiv]

YES PLS WE SHOULD SOMETIME

(( balmerngggggg ))

[yama-tros-ffxiv]

yea I made Fenri months ago when I was still new to the game and because my friend plays there but I’ve never met him in-game so I stopped going there haha

also elitists

[rahelawaters]

[ ♦ for aisa! ]

Sylvan  

[journeytocminor]

[ au meme: ◔ ]

younger version of my muse

Do rei me fa so la si do

Song magic, something that even babies are able to use, comes not to Mer. It was not the quality of her voice since she is able to reach the notes with ease. Mer mimics the song elder as the older woman looks down at the child with coldness. An female to her 5th cycle, she was the only one among the 3rd cycle children. Mer has been taking lesson with the elder for two years now. At first it was a matter of culture, then, as time pass, it was a matter of wit. As the only child of the Yhah’li, Mer was given to the tribe as a potential warrior. But now? After two years of studying and no work to show for? Mer can only barely be considered worthy to breed.

Patterns, rhythms, beats. Repeat.

Was it because she is an ‘outsider’? She was born into hot desert sands and cold quiet nights. A little bundle blessed with dying flames. Her dark skin and ashen hair was considered sacred with the Yhah’li. With the Qilla? She was considered ugly and dull like a ‘mudstone’. The Qilla prize woman is born of pale skin and rivers of dark black hair. Someone like Mer, with her coloring, is considered both an oddity and a disappointment. No one would aid her when she is struggling. No one would teach her when there is much to learn. Mer simply was trampled down and forgotten if the situation permits. Her own tribe has been split up across the land. Her elders left the Qilla due to their old age and her mother and father was split apart to be reshuffled into Qilla’s own system. 

Mer once caught the slight of her mother with a Qilla man. The man was beating on her mother while everyone just watched. Mer was going to charge in and save her mother when strong warm arms pull her back and away. Her father had held her for a long time after they got away from the mess. He had shed tears like rain, stroking her hair as if he the act alone would shield his family from the cruel world. The next day both mother and father march off to battle. Mer never saw them again.

Was au gaya koffl quqa oz lonfa mea.(Very Much)(sad)(I don’t want this to happen again)(drink)(end)(of)(soul)(me)

I drink to the destruction of my soul.

So life comes and goes. She never did master the song of magic. Her own soul song is considered too rough and unnatural to be anything useful. They toss her out to battle in hopes that she’ll perish. But she persist. Time and time again she went, and time and time again she returns. The elder permits her a living space of her own. The elder permits her existence so long as she is useful.

By the 15th cycle of her birth, Mer was tired of battle, of proving her worth only to fall short of expectation. There was no future with her in the tribe. Likewise, the tribe plans no future for her to partake. The world outside of the dense forest which the Qilla live is scary, but to be trample under and never live scarier. So Mer, on her namesday of her 15th cycle, quietly packed her things and left.

It took two days of walking to leave the forest behind.

It took two days of walking for  the silent earth underneath her feet to finally began to sing.

[faeunion]

Come Little Children | Aisa

When instinct told her to run, Circe did, hoping that Aisa was close behind her. To lose her in this fog would be just as bad as getting caught by the black blobs that were chasing them through the fog. They couldn’t stop to catch their breath.

“I have a confession to make,” the platinum blonde squealed. “I have no idea where we’re going!” 

All she knew about this place was that the fog went out for miles, perhaps even further; that monsters made this weird place their home; and that she and Aisa had been pushed through a television screen to arrive there. 

[pragmatic-sword-blog]

SMN!Aisa ( ofthetwelveswood ) and Egi!Aymeric AU [cont]:

Aah, this one should have guessed this would have happened. The nature of primal ones as a whole, regardless of origin, was usually very similar. She did, however, have the foresight to summon Garuda-egi prior to attempting to summon the lordly one, though in the same token, mayhaps that was why lordly one’s primal form was on the offensive…

“T-This one understands lordly one’s fears… ! But t-that is– what this one– does–!”

Or so she had said, partly before the squeezing began, wisps from Garuda-egi following suit – the other summoned creature attempting to wring the other miniature primal from Aisa’s neck. Strong air currents would be pushing between the smoke-like tail and the summoner’s neck, the other egi’s attempt to get this newly-summoned and untested primal away just enough to use a Shockwave to knock it back.

Aisa’s fingers trying to pull the egi off herself might not have been quite as effective as Garuda-egi’s attempts, given the aetheric nature of both, but she was still trying.

The summoned one let out a screech, it ringing right into the Summoner’s ear. The gusts of wind were making small cuts in his aether-like body. It hurt like never before, it was surprising even for him. But anger was over the top; that was probably the most dominant emotion stirring within.

Just as Aymeric let his tail to loosen a bit in order to focus on the opposing egi, he got blown away. He let out huffs which formed into bright smoke that soon vanished in the air. His skull mask closed once again, only revealing his eyes. He couldn’t actually fight back well. What he was good at were empowering oneself and others so he wasn’t in the best situation.

                  “Why do you need me?” the creature inquired in an aggressive tone, his claw-like hands gesturing in the air, “Don’t you have enough pets at your disposal?!” 

He didn’t hesitate to point at Garuda-egi whom managed to shove him away.

[pragmatic-sword-blog]

Months and months of toiling, sweat, tears, arcane geometries, and willpower later... Aisa finally has become a summoner -- and one who has learned to wield her powers responsibly. And yet, here she is, attempting to summon someone she had looked up to when he was yet alive. Aymeric. Even without anyone's assistance, as she truly should have sought some for this. Will this attempt even succeed? Aisa doesn't know. She's still trying to, in spite of logic -- does it work... ? [ aymeric-egi leggo ]

Tag of this AU will be: ;summoner’s supremacy

For Aymeric had died, reawakened as a primal and fallen again. A vicious cycle of life and death in his existence was never-ending. At this point he wished for peace but something was calling for him. Someone was calling for the damned beast again. After so many deaths and rebirths, his summoning required a lot of aether energy to call him out without any flaws and for him to be safely tamed but--

               “I shall never find peace, hm?” weird voice echoed before a snake-like creature, who’s body was beginning to disintegrate from its abdomen and wearing a skull mask which covered its face appeared around Aisa’s neck and squeezing it quite tightly.

                “Do you think you can just summon me at will?!” the summon’s skill mask opened up revealing a face of an Elezen, only his eyes being hollow and emitting smoke from them.

[sylvan-rain]

(( ROE LADIES ARE TOO POWERFUL especially yours, pls send help (i’ve never even drawn one before)

– sincerely, a lurker ))