#zalaearis

[azerothiantales]

OC Questions: 3 & 24

3: Has your OC gone through different incarnations during their stay on Tumblr? Were they reimagined or have they stayed the same all this time?

Canerae hasn’t. She’s grown more emotionally and been hurt countless times by now but she’s still the same character with bits of character development changing her in different ways.

24: Have you ever gotten anon hate because of your OC? 

No. 

@zalaearis - thank you!! :D

[zelarise]

回 = patching a wound .

The beauty clenched her teeth in irritation, her fists balled up as she sat face forward in the chair, the back of the structure doing well in supporting her frame as Sin patched up the gash nestled against her skin just to the left of her right shoulder blade. “For fel’s sake, could you be a bit more gentle?” Zelly chimes out in mild irritation, though truly she was thankful he was helping her in the first place given the positioning of her wound. 

It was when he stopped altogether and just looked at her that she cast her emerald hues to peer at him from over her shoulder, her lips parting from the thin line they found comfort in so she could speak. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry... just.. I’m not Nivvy, okay, I need you to be less rough!” She chimes out in a very nonchalant tone before facing forward again in preparation for him to begin the stitching. “Drinks are on me after this.”

{ @zalaearis <3 } 

[quelloras]

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty"

A lot of things hurt as Gallaria shifted in her sleep. Her head, her chest, the light as she tried to open her eyes. The paladin peeked her eye open as a man’s voice interrupted her mission to find out what the hell was going on.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

Gallaria lifted the arm that didn’t hurt to shield her eyes as she opened them up a bit more. “Where...who?” Her throat felt like she had swallowed a few pounds of sand. She tried to remember what had happened the previous night but she came up blank.

The paladin tried to sit up, her gaze searching for whoever had spoken. “Ow...ow! Okay...what the Fel happened?” Gallaria laid back down, staring daggers up at the ceiling.

zalaearis

[quelloras]

29. Do you get emotional along with your muses?

I’m extremely guilty of this. I’ll plan to put them through heck and enjoy the concept of it but once the rp starts or I write the story I plan for them, I’m crying or shaking my fist in anger at the injustice being dealt to my muse. zalaearis

[azerothiantales]

♕ = You inspire me.

I don't think I reblogged this, but I can't even... 

Thank you!

You are actually the first person that's ever said that to me, so really, really thank you. You've boosted my self-esteem for today and put a smile on my face. :)

zalaearis

[azerothiantales]

zalaearis replied to your post:"Stop me if you hate me so much."

Loved it, that was so beautifully written dear.

^-^ Thank you!

[azerothiantales]

"Stop me if you hate me so much."

((Sorry this took me so long!))

Hate.

Hundreds of years and the growing question—-the phenomenon that plagues the very existence of the living—-is: ‘will I get through today? Will I make it?’  

Hundreds of years worried about the hatred of others, the fear that you may lose your life, it’s exhausting. 

Lea knew the fatigue all too well, it was something of an old friend.

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 Murder Row never housed the most agreeable of patrons, you know, the ones that never truly kept their vows to obey the laws of the city, the ones who never kept their vows to themselves. Many a broken man hid here, and entering the alley was almost a death sentence to one’s moral standings. It housed the thieves, ladies of the evening, assassins —— most of the criminals.

 Finding no other place that suited her, Lea stuck around the row. She watched, listened, and waited. Waited for rumors, for insults, anything to keep her mind from wandering, to keep her eyes from wandering around the streets. Anything to keep the paranoia at bay.

 One evening, standing beside a lamp post, Lea noticed a figure, cloaked in shadow, blades hanging at it’s hips. The young rogue watched for awhile, her curiosity peaking. Shadows moved. They drifted across buildings, they fell upon the faces of others, they even diluted light. This particular shadow, never moved, never made a sound, it never so much as rose with the sun, and of course it never fell.

 It takes awhile to lose consciousness while awake, but the rogue often found herself lost within her thoughts, staring at the same spot, yet not. All of her surroundings seemed to fade and there is a void, an emptiness that is indescribable. An awakening from that void is a start in itself, noticing that the thing you were supposed to keep an eye on, the one thing you were watching because it could be a threat is gone? That’s terrifying.

 The shadow jumped from behind Lea, disappearing once. It reappeared on her left, then her right. It jumped from place to place. It tugged at the woman’s hair and poked at her daggers. Something straight from the woman’s nightmares all packed into something she herself found shelter within. Shadows.

"Do you really think this is funny?! Do you think this is going to scare me? It’s doing nothing but make me hate you. I do, I hate you. I don’t even know who you are and I hate you. Happy?” 

Laughter echoed down the row, bouncing off of walls, and filling the ears of many. Genuine laughter. 

"Stop me if you hate me so much."

zalaearis

[lunagojo]

zalaearis replied to your post:okAY SO I AM ACTUALLY GONNA START DOING GOLD...

How much are you charging hon? I have so many excellent ones by you already however I might pay for you to do one for Saleena, Nivaeh, and myself.

I really don't know yet, bruh. It's kind of a work in progress at the moment, but I would be super happy to do one for you. I'll get a post going about it in a bit, I just need some help setting prices.

'Cause prices have to do with the quality/time/effort and stuff so I'd rather get someone's opinion on it.