The Perished

Tumblr for the Perished: group of individuals seeking to do whatever it takes to protect the innocent from death.Nothing here is owned by the Perished, save for writings submitted by members.

[safrona-shadowsun]

😅 karaoke song

Paper Boats - Transistor OST

Perhaps with a bit of drink, with a bit of practice, on a late, late night in some bar, with some massive encouragement...Safrona would try this one with @theperished-wra in mind.

Thank you, @alliesweetsong, and there you go @goldencrusader :) Had to include it here.

[safrona-shadowsun]

Reunion - A Voice Returned

It was as the passing of letters agreed, to meet in Oribos. 

 The Voice would be greeted on arrival by, of all things, a Felflame Imp, one that had never quite been seen before, at least not in this skin. Not bothering for a second to retract his fiery aura, the demon was 2 feet tall of smarmy mannerism, with a grin to match. 

 "Ayyyy! Now there’s the Princess! Here ta lead you to your ‘courier’, if that suits,“ Whittler explained, complete with a wink. There was something goblin-esque about the imp’s personality and speech. Akin to a dodgy salesmen trying to hike up the price of forbidden grimoires in Murder Row. 

 Securing that Aranya would follow, he shoved each fist into a pocket of apparently flame retardant trousers, and made his way across the immortal halls of Oribos. His melodic whistle as he trudged along interrupted the calm silence of the halls, interfered with some ethereal chorus of humming sourced elsewhere. 

 Tucked away on a bottom level, cradled by a functional but uncomfortable looking metallic lounger, Safrona awaited. The Black Harvester was hardly what one would deem her typical look of a professional, instead wearing loose silks that left her legs half uncovered. Her long braid had been left unattended and untethered, sprayed down her shoulders as it would fall down to its full length. Most defeating was the quiet, disconnected look that held her face, staring off absently into a corner of the chamber she occupied.

 "Here she is, as promised!” The imp announced, and it seemed as though Safrona reanimated to a certain life as her gaze quickly flicked up to her visitor. A smile came to the empty face, a glimpse of hope in familiarity. 

There were no words, only the outstretching of a hand, encouraging Aranya to fill it with her own.

{ @theperished-wra​ }

[safrona-shadowsun]

EPITHETS - give them a title. (eg. bringer of death, the wealthy king, lady of sunsets, etc.)

GREEK MYTH THEMED Q’S FOR MUSES & OCS

The Eyes of the Perished. It is a secretive title Safrona earned among her closest circle, one only those initiated among the Perished will know her by. 

{Thank you, @asharinhun. Mentions for @theperished-wra }

[hadesbeast-deactivated20250408]

Artist Pierric Sorel…The Crow Druid

😈 ~ßεศş†~ https://www.instagram.com/p/CL-XR2-lrzr/?igshid=19dveszw9n1h1

[safrona-shadowsun]

💬

Send  💬  to read my muse’s thoughts in this very moment.

The sigil remained unanswered, void to those that were once bound to it. And to her. It toppled onto the table from her fingers, useless currency. She had kept trying foolishly, hoping the familiar rush of shadow would come, and take her Home. She knew this was no longer viable. She had to find her Perished the old fashioned way, by rumor, by contact, by letter. Difficult for a circle that was so kept from the rest of the world. “Gods...I don’t even know where to begin...” she whispered to the sigil.

It’s silence now just seemed to mock her. She was the Courier, and she couldn’t even do that right.

{Thanks @unabashedrebel. Mentions of @theperished-wra. }

[safrona-shadowsun]

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

“I do, for my closest circles,” Safrona admitted quietly with a confirming nod. Her eyes lift away to add an addendum. “But I learn to refrain from expressing it overly much. I don’t like to feel like I am stripping the agency from them by acting impulsively. I need to trust they know who they are, and what they do. It’s what makes us as we are.”

{ @kharrisdawndancer, mentions of @theperished-wra }

[benmcleodillustration]

The second in a series of images I’ve been working on. Just been enjoying working on the details and choosing some new colors and imagery to play around with. I’m looking to improve and try and work on a narrative of my own rather than that of a book or film, hopefully i’ll find a groove with the imagery I choose to do and think up some better stuff to work on. But this is a start! Might do a third and get some prints done, inbox me if you’re interested!

[nixyandrith]

[Blood and Ash - pt. 1]

Music -  Ean Grimm - Shadowshire Woods ))

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The silent towers of Revendreth stood high over the plains of ash and bone beneath them.  Buildings made of rock and stone nearly touched the grayish-red sky overhead.  Thunder rumbled through the silent hum of souls vying for freedom, a crimson bolt of lightning struck a nearby spire.  The air swirled up leaves and ash from the ground beneath as a large gaping hole opened in the sky overhead - shattering the silence of an otherwise uneventful day.  

A ghoul in the field below let out a shriek!  “End.  Bled. Dead!”  He shouted as he scrambled out of the way.  A form fell from the hole in the sky where the ghoul had been standing.  It landed hard on their side on the ashen plain, a clatter of armor and weapons.  

Like a curious dog, the Ghoul eased his way toward the unconsious form.  He tilted his head sideways. An Elven female with long, raven black hair lay in the ash before him.  Her pale face was quiet in sleep or death, he didn’t know.  She was clad head to toe in chain armor, leather and tattered raven’s feathers.  

“Elf?  Self?”  He asked as he poked the woman with a long, thin finger.  The woman groaned in her slumber and moved onto her back.  The Ghoul shrieked again before skittering behind a low boulder.

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[hynpos]

Hecate - Greek goddess of magic, necromancy, and crossroads

requested by @venomjpg & @jesperfaehey

[soulmates-twinflames]

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@theperished-wra

[safrona-shadowsun]

A Eyes and the Ears of the Perished. 

Safrona doesn’t even have to say a word, Henry probably knows she needs a drink. Everybody needs a drink right now. @nixyandrith, @theperished-wra

[safrona-shadowsun]

Gathering

The proprietor of Empyrean Star Trades snapped her fingers, and the Voidwalker dissipated from the physical realm like clockwork, just as it had time and time again for the past decade or two for its Warlock. Soulbound as it was, a simple mental affirmation and gesture was all that was often needed to be summoned from or back to the Void reaches. Of all in her demonic menagerie, Hathkath could be surmised to be loyal, though she’d be a fool to admit that thought to anyone else but herself. The Voidwalker operated on an understanding of simple transaction that she did, and did so with most times a silence, a role she appreciated.

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[nixyandrith]

[ Madness ]

Ruelle - Madness

“To the left, Nixyandrith!”  Henry called to me, I turned my arrow to the oncoming ghoul at my left side and dropped him.  The arrow’s shaft sticking up from between the ghoul’s already lifeless eyes. 

“Where are they coming from!?”  I asked as Henry appeared in shadowed form behind me.  Resembling a Ren’Dorei, he turned his red eyes to me.  His sculpted features were marred by a small scar beneath his left eye, his deep violet hair pulled into a tail at the base of his neck.  He would have been considered by some to be handsome; if one could look passed the fact he’s merely a floating skull most of the time.

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[safrona-shadowsun]

TT: What one thing in the world would be hardest for you to give up?

Truthful Thursday

“Honestly? I learned a long while ago not to cling so hard to anything or anyone, as everything is subject to change. What matters is the ability to survive. That was what life was for a long time for me. That was success.” The certainty of the void elf’s answer was challenged by a pause, the professional gazing away from her inquirer as another truth crept in to be voiced.

“But there are some - a small few in my life - I would struggle to let go of now, to disappear from. We....” the Courier’s eyes slipped back to the questioning face as she chose how to tell such truths, “ we’ve experienced a bit too much together. They are what I’d define as family. My only real sense of a family. And I would be truly alone in this world without their voices.”

{Thank you @aerdendios , Referring to @theperished-wra }

[safrona-shadowsun]

🏠 for a moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics

{ @saltsparkle - The Elysian Sojourn is the off-world Lounge Safrona claims as her own. Still, this establishment is only a surface sight for the private sanctum that she and her fellow Perished call home. Thank you for the ask. Referencing @theperished-wra }

[lady-only-in-black]

[safrona-shadowsun]

{ @theperished-wra }

[redinkbooks]

we are a new breed rising

[safrona-shadowsun]

{ @theperished-wra }