[ID: a rectangular flag with 7 equally-sized horizontal lines and a thin line in the middle. colors in this order from top to bottom: light grey, grey-brown, dark grey, red, black-red, red, dark grey, grey-brown, light grey. in the center of the flag is a dark grey diamond outlined in black-red. End ID]
Horrorsoul: a gensoul subterm; a gender that is connected to one’s soul and horror, having a horror/horrifying soul, horror/horrifying souls, horror and souls in general, etc. this gender could be SPXIN (spiritine in nature), ZANIN (zanicesh in nature), INCOVIN (incovoidan in nature), or other related umbrellas in nature, but doesn’t have to be.
Etymology: horror, soul
for day 5 of @mousesquared ‘s event; for the prompt: “a gender within your fav gender system that fits your blorbo's "vibes””
@radiomogai
[ID: a line divider gradient from left to right as red-pink to pale pink. End ID]
“I thought I heard the Old Man say,
‘Leave her, Johnny, leave her.’
Tomorrow you will get your pay,
And it's time for us to leave her.”♪
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow,
And it's time for us to leave her.♪”
Out past the waves on the Isle of Umbra, Zanin fixes his straw hat onto the water-logged barrel. His singing ceased for the time being. There was more work to be done.
In the Calamity the waves had taken entire towns along Western Lominsa. A plaque waited by Halfstone to remind of the loss and to never forget.
Zanin required more tangible reminders.
Trudging along the bottom of the ocean he pulls the occasional stray bit of seaweed out of his hair. In search of a certain ship among the buildings and former shipyards reclaimed by the sea.
He stops at one such wreck. This one adorned with a figurehead with angelic, feathered wings and thorns along the Elezen woman’s arms. Her hands twist into points at the prow. Welcoming opposing ships to their doom should they decide to face her head on.
Zanin pats the figurehead’s arm gently, reassuring her that she would not be forgotten. Taking out a boot knife he pries off one of her thorns. It rests in his pocket as he resumes his trudge to the inside of the ship to collect another barrel.
(( See this post for information on the writing prompts! ))
First two are from the Halcyon Assembly All Saints’ Wake event. The second is from an interview (for U’faeylyn and Zanin) and a heated argument (Ashe and Leo).
Been RPing so much, I haven’t been able to keep up on Ashe’s journal. X.x