#uurkhilen

[glacialsphere]

@uurkhilen; continued from here.

Vaya stares at the warrior with fierce intensity for a moment, something like confusion tightening his features.  Something, but not quite: with his tail low, the long, soft fur on end, he brandishes his own weapon.  The rapier sings lowly with aether and trembles ever so slightly in his hand.  When, at last, he turns his gaze to the highway men, their faces hardlined and their steel well-used, it’s plain on his own face that it isn’t fear that courses through his veins and makes his heart race.

It’s anger.

❝I don’t run,❞ he hisses, the air around him growing thick, as though saturated by a coming storm.  It’s a slow cast, a warning-- one last moment for his enemies to think better of their actions.  ❝I pick my battles.  And I don’t let others do my work for me.❞  With that, he’s gathered enough aether to shower the assailants with lightning.

[thedarkestdragonknight]

😤 : What gets your muse frustrated?

“Frustration...?” the man hummed softly before he closed his eyes and he let out a low sigh “To be honest there are many things that truly get me frustrated and they all vary. I suppose the biggest thing that does get to me at times is having poured so many hours of looking into my past only to still not have all the answers that I seek.” his tail gave a brief twitch at that...

“Other things are more amusing more than anything. Such as whenever I actually finish baking either a pie or muffins... or any sort of sweet for that matter I usually cannot leave it unattended.” he chuckled out a bit “Doesn’t matter if the thing is as hot as Ifrit’s balls or not, if I leave it out they will find it and they will eat it before it’s cooled. Which means I have none for myself and have to go through that process all over again.” he didn’t mind that his companions would sneak down to eat his baked things but he would prefer they not burn their mouths doing so.

“The other thing I can think of is just... when people continue to push me. I am a creature who gives off plenty of cues when I am not comfortable and they are easy to see.” Jacques closed his eyes as he let out a breath “But sometimes these things go unnoticed and when continued to push I have the tendency to... snap. Usually it’s just me yelling and getting angry but sometimes I tend to let my fist do the talking.” he flexed a heavily scaled hand as he said that “I do not like hurting people so when people continue to pressure and push me it... well gets frustrating obviously...”

DROP A SYMBOL FOR A HEADCANON

@uurkhilen

[eastaldenardtradingcompany]

[ajisai-uranaishi-blog]

@uurkhilen <3′d for a starter!

Ajisai never considered himself to be a masochist by any means, nor was he one to actively seek his own peril... Actually, if he were honest with himself, his excursions through the wilds of the lands of Eorzea opened him to many hazards, to which he met with eagerness and confidence.

He supposed, despite his more peaceful upbringing, he couldn’t deny the very Xaelan desires that lay in his blood. 

Lo, did his blood stir in the strong presence of this man, as did his desire. That dangerous flicker he saw in his eyes. Heavy, potent, and frighteningly alluring.

[questir-a]

"Little thing" [[because cute kiddos need to be everywhere]]

The Qerel tribe has always been a little scary, but Mongke still admires their strength. So when he comes across this particular Qereli, he puffs his chest out and stands on his very tippy toes as if that will match the other xaela’s height. His short tail juts out as a warning and he launches himself at the Qereli.

Mongke starts scaling the xaela as if he’s a tree and looks up at him from his place on the Qereli’s hip. “Hi.”

[eastaldenardtradingcompany]

@uurkhilen [[ Tataru with B3, and Hancock with A4? ]]

[xaelic-voidknight]

"There isn't blood, I'm fine."

Internal Injury Starters

“What? Yes there is, there’s blood back there, I can smell it!” He pointed back. “Even if it’s not yours - okay, hold on.” He held his hands up. “Start from the beginning. After you sit down. Do you want a drink of water? Potion?”

[chanaihimaa]

30, 31, 39

30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc.), what does your character like?

He loves it all. There is an admiration to be found in how a bard or singer can move the hearts of those with melodies; theater, with their staged acting and ability to embody fictional characters and breathe life to wonderful script play; poets, writers, with all the imagination in the world and ablity to convey it artistically with the right words and an open heart reserved for parchment and eyes; sculptures, architecture, fashion designers –

He could talk about his love for the arts all day to anyone willing to listen to him ramble animatedly. But he is only a mere hobby painter who thinks his paintings doesn’t hold a candle to those he admires the work of. But he’s still proud of them. 

31. Would your be the kind capable of killing? or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what?

Chanai is very capable of killing. He’s done it before. That doesn’t mean he enjoys it, but if it must be done, so be it. He approaches the decision in a very clinical fashion, and often a last resort.

39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct?

Because of his demeanor at times and appearance, people would assume he is not a threat to be taken seriously. It’s something he uses to his advantage, of course, but the assumption is never correct.