Punch Drunk Bloodlust

"I might be bad but I'm perfectly good at it." The IC/OOC/inspo/aesthetic tumblr of Toragana 'Tora' Dotharl, Balmung FFXIV rper. Follows from @calaisffxiv.

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The Tale Goes on...

((OOC Note: Tora is being retired and I have no plans to rp ‘Borte’ at this time. If this story feels off, it is because I have lost the muse for Tora, but wanted to give her a fitting exit.))

When Badai’s grandmother passed away, Ghoa was adopted by his aunt and uncle. The first thing Badai did was set off for Eorzea. He was going to find the woman he still loved and take her home. Even if they couldn’t live at the Khaa. Even if he had to stay in Eorzea. Anything for her.

When he found her, she was running a cafe and Vault of esoteric and arcane tomes, with two dear friends of hers. And so he stayed in Eorzea. With her. Their first child, a son. Hiron. Their second, a daughter. Borte. 

There was something about Borte. She did her best to mimic the ways of others, but the poor girl was born without a soul. Tora wept and struggled to grapple with the guilt that had come from thinking she had damned her daughter to an empty shell because she had insisted on naming her after her dead sister, but the spirits eventually put her mind to ease. It had not been her fault. Naming didn’t give one a soul, simply confirmed the rebirth of one.

When Borte was fifteen summers, Tora passed away unexpectedly...

The veil between the realm of the living and dead shimmered before the woman. “I know that soul waiting to come to this side.” She said to Nhaama as she peered through the glimmer. “I have waited a very long time.” 

The Dusk Mother nodded. “You have, daughter. But you are not whole and so you must wait.” The woman stared at her, anger and heartbreak in her eyes. “You promised...” She snarled, the sound growing to a raging growl when the goddess laughed. “I did. Perhaps this was not what you expected. When the woman puts her hand through, take it. For one moment, she will know you.” 

“Will it hurt? Being reborn?” The woman asked. “Yes. And sadly, you will carry the memory of the pain, for you are not being born.” Came Nhaama’s reply.

The woman did as the goddess bade and when fingers pressed through, she grabbed it and the veil warped in a bubble. Piercing blue eyes met her own and ebony brows arched in shock. It was the one thing she had begged the Mother for all her life. An exception to the rule of belief. And here, clad in white, the exception stood. 

The Mother continued her work and when Badai rose in the morning to begin the preparations that would honor the life of his mate, he was shocked to find his daughter did not have a soul.

She had two.

Tora and Borte, two women he knew better than anyone, stared back at him. The Dusk Mother had made Borte’s soul whole...by merging it with Tora’s. 

There, his daughter stood. The white shaman, not the dark shaman his mate had been. It was almost too fitting...the daughter forced to live her life without a soul for as long as her namesake had lived with one. Her mother and her aunt had given her through death what birth had denied her. [”Papa...I...feel.”] She had said.

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[Hello, lovelies. Have you missed me?]

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What is your craziest sex story? IC or OOC.

["I would not divulge such information to a shadow."] The Dotharl growled.

((I'm not going to answer the ooc part either because honestly? Given the line between IC and OOC, asking for that OOC is just weird and creepy. I would advise reading over the about page before asking another such question.))

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- Tom bagshaw

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Honestly...Tora without scales, horns, and tail.

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A few things...

I try to keep this Tumblr IC. But I need to apparently make a few things clear.

1. My character is not a trophy for you to collect. None of my girls are.

2. Being sexual =/= screwing anything that moves. Did you know Tora has actually only ever had three (3) lovers? Shocking, I know.

3. I am not here for your kinks. I'm here for a fucking story. Pun not intended. I'm here for plot.

4. I will make sure you get the same amount of time as any partner. If you don't want to do the same, flat out say so, so we don't waste each other's time. I'm not unapproachable.

5. I will ALWAYS understand if you want to play a different char, or play your char with someone else at any given time but if you aren't honest with me about it, that's just not cool and you can kindly take that shit far away from me.

I am sick of people taking a character I created for a primal, dark story, and try to press ERP on her, getting pissy when I just don't want to indulge it. It has to make sense. Beyond that, if you can't be fucking honest with me about shit then no way in hell am I trusting you with any of my chars, let alone the one who is, beneath the violent, angry bloodlust, one of my most vulnerable chars.

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💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

Tora slid her hands down Tomo’s back in a gentle, pressure relieving massage. [”The night of our hunt in the Shroud. Despite nothing happening, yes, my heart pounds at the memory of it. Your eyes are quite...scintillating, you know.”] She rumbled as she continued to work the knots of tension and stress out of his back. The man didn’t get enough affection, honestly.

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⚽️: Preteen (10-12 yrs)

(Warning....blood and violence under the cut.)

Tora walked along the river, Borte on her hip, the little toddler babbling happily, when suddenly Borte started crying, crimson blooming on her forehead. Tora’s eyes whipped to Odoki, who stood there, hand poised to throw another rock. [”You made me look dumb in our botany lessons, Toragana!”] He pouted petulantly. [”You made yourself look dumb, Odoki. And this is how you get me back? By hurting an innocent baby?”] She snarled as she stormed back towards the Khaa. She knew Odoki wouldn’t do anything with adults around. [”It’s okay, Borte. Let’s get you home to Mama and Papa.”] She cooed softly. It wasn’t long after that she left the family yurt, stalking silently towards where Odoki was standing near the pool of water in the center of the Khaa. She leaped at him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms wrapping around his neck. Using surprise and momentum she twisted her body and took him down to the ground, rolling until she was on top, her fist slamming into his face over and over again. [”Want to hurt my baby sister, huh? Want to pick on someone who can’t fight back, you bloody coward?!’] She roared at him. He tried to fight back but she was too fast, too intense, and physical fighting was not his forte. [”Let me tell you something...had that rock hit me, you wouldn’t be eating my fist for lunch. The minute you harmed my sister, you were a dead boy.”] She hissed, then caught her fingers in his hair and dragged him over to the water’s edge. Shoving his face down in the water, holding just long enough, then pulling his head back up. [”SAY YOU’RE SORRY!”] She screamed at him, her eyes black with rage. Down his head went again...then yanked back up. [”SAY IT!”][”Okay, OKAY!!! I’m SORRY!!!”] Odoki blubbered when Tora pulled him up again. His face was covered in blood, silted water, and he was missing a tooth. Already his eyes were bruising. But it was her right. He’d harmed her sister, and she was allowed to harm him in return. But even so, her savagery raised a couple of eyebrows...she’d make a fine warrior in the Naadam one day.

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─── erin van vuren.

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The Haunted

She was burned into his memory, branded on the flesh of his soul, and he held crumpled parchment in his hands as furious eyes stared down the one he had partnered with out of necessity. ["Are. You. With. Child."] He growled. In his hands was Tora's short missive congratulating him on the birth of his son. A son he didn't have. ["I am."] His mate replied, and Badai suddenly perked up, an eerie grin on his face. The female seemed cautious, offering a wary smile.

His memory carried him back to the first time he'd had Tora at the fires of the fertility rites. She had been beautiful, dancing skyclad around the bonfire, those stars and galaxies sparkling, singing a song to his very being. He should have spoken then. He should have taken her a his mate then and there. Neither sought the furs of any other. He burned with regret...and guilt. Any woman in the tribe would have stepped up to take care of Ghoa and his grandmother. But he had done the honorable thing and stayed behind.

In his hands was a mug of tea and he swirled it before draining it. ["I suppose you had better let the father know."] He said solemnly. The vile bitch had the gall to look shocked. ["But you're the father...I've had none but you since I came to your yurt."] She said quietly.

Badai looked up and smirked, then lifted his empty glass. ["You know...one glass of this per day is supposed to render a man's seed useless...and I've drank half a dozen per day since the day you proposed our arrangement."] His smirk only grew as her face drained of color. ["This also renders our arrangement void. I am no mate of yours. Get out of my yurt."]

Later on that night, Badai laid down on his furs, alone, and closed his eyes, smiling as a glowing blue gaze snapped open in the darkness.

["Tora..."] He breathed in his slumber.

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Something Wicked This Way Comes...

She was in the middle of a ritual, the galactic aether swirling around her when lightning cracked the skies. Yet it did not break her concentration as the whispers blew in on winds heralding the coming of angry purple storm clouds. The voices echoed from the realm of the dead as their herald lifted her arms, her spirit a beacon in the dark.

[He will come for you.] One breathed in her horns. She noted the message to pass along to one of the people that had petitioned her to speak to the dead, but then a chill drifted in, the aether shifting, and in the dark, normally glowing blue eyes were ablaze when they opened, the Xaela peering through the veil.

The Steppe...and a yurt next to where a charred circle marred the ground. Odgerel. Another cousin of the Khatun. Brother of the man Tora hated. A hooded figure left the yurt, glancing left, then right...allowing Tora to see black eyes.

["Have you decided to do the job yourself, Odgerel?"] She whispered, and the man on the Steppe looked up as though he had heard her voice. The moon was blocked out by gathering clouds, the distant rumble had surely led him to imagine the sound of the thunder-voiced shaman's words.

[He will avenge me.] Came that voice again and Tora's reaction was visceral, swift. The butt of her staff slammed into the ground, lightning crackling, igniting the aether around her. Had she not properly warded herself, it would have killed her. As it was, she was swathed in flame, her eyes alight with her wrath. The flames died down and Tora stood in the middle of a black circle, wind whipping long ebony hair, onyx scales shimmering with the constellations.

["Don't worry, I'll kill him too."] She growled as she gathered aether again. Another strike of her staff, and she was gone, reappearing at the front door of the place she now called home.

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“I waited too long for you. I will devour you, love you into flame,…”

— H.D., from Collected Poems: 1912-1944; “A Dead Priestess Speaks,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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‽ - Something your muse has problems understanding

Tora has trouble understanding people who wallow in their misery and misfortunes for an extended time. She understands the grieving process and knows firsthand how grief takes time, but what she doesn't understand is someone still drowning years on. At some point, she believes in pulling yourself up and moving forward and making the best of what's left. Which she was forced to do a little too soon, so she is both working to move forward and processing her grief.

(Ty for the ask, @charm-in-spades! ❤)

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Semi ominous compliment: You drive me to a furious passion I've never known. You make me want blood on my lips and thighs in my clutches.

["Oh good...you'll have it soon enough."]

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Toragana is such a cliche. My god, a Dotharl dark broody death witch savage whore. How original. Uninstall the game and do us a favor.

If that is your best assessment of Tora, you are -completely- missing the picture.

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Pictures taken by @lordsnark, who is a sweetheart for taking time to snap my girl like this! The Sylphlands were perfect aesthetic for the shaman!