A character blog for my (upcoming) Zandalari troll, Dij'ii. Expect aesthetics posts, ask memes, screen shots, and a fair amount of self-indulgent fics and head canon. Follows will come from @paragon-interrupt. Avatar art by @izzarra.
[[ Art commissioned from @sketchygoat! Here’s a little fic as a small thank you :3 ]]
Dij’ii found herself suspended a sea of inky blackness. If it weren’t for the sweet burn of rope cutting into her hips, or the rush of blood to her head she might have thought she was drowning in the depths of the Great Sea, or perhaps floating through Bwonsamdi’s realm of lost spirits — but the reality was nothing so fantastical. Her arms were bound behind her back, the ropes tied intricately and criss-crossed over her chest. They tightened around her hips, taking most of her weight, then wound up her legs, bending them backward.
The suspension was sweet agony; Dij’ii loved every aching moment. Like dancing, it took discipline and focus, but unlike dancing, she could relinquish control.
And it made her feel beautiful; more than any jewelry, silks, or golden tattoos could ever do.
But the question remained - who was she here for? As if summoned by the thought, a pair of silver eyes appeared in the darkness. They seemed to glow, reflecting what little light there was in the space, like the eyes of a predator. Unease gripped the veildancer’s heart, even as it began to pound with excitement.
There came a metallic creak and then a censer flared to life, throwing ghostly blue light across the visitor’s face. Though the shadows cast were deep, and the cyan flame drained her dark skin of the warmth that Dij’ii remembered, she recognized the figure instantly. She had never actually met the veildancer of Bwonsamdi, but still a name sprung unbidden to her mind: Kha'lufu
The incense that Khalu carried was sweet smelling but astringent; it burned the back of Dij'ii's throat and filled her head with fog. As the other dancer approached, Dij felt more and more like a rabbit caught in a snare. Finally, Dij'ii found her voice.
"This is a dream," she stated.
Khalu's expression relaxed into a knowing smile, and as she came within arms reach, she slipped a finger between the rope and Dij'ii's chest, then pulled down. Dij's bonds bit harder into her hips and tightened around her thighs, causing her back to arc. She let her head fall limp, breaking eye contact.
"Does it feel like a dream?" Kha'lufu teased. There was a sudden clamor as the censer fell to the ground. It opened, but nothing spilled out. There was no incense or oil burning within, and yet the phantom flame continued to dance. Yes -- yes, surely she was dreaming.
Dij'ii felt fingers rake through her hair, tightening and lifting her head up so that she could meet Khalu's eyes once again.
"I find that dreams afford a certain...freedom," Kha'lufu said, pushing her hand between Dij'ii's leg to spread her wide. Dij bit her lip, anticipation coiling her belly like a knot, but Khalu simply trailed wet fingers down the veildancer's torso until she reached Dij'ii mouth. Khalu pressed the fingers to her lips, and Dij'ii parted them eagerly; first one finger, then two, the taste of her own sweetness intoxicating.
"The opportunity to play with one of Rastakhan's dolls is rare indeed."
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When Dij'ii woke at last, covered in a sheen of sweat and panting, she was in her own bed, regrettably alone. Without hesitation, she rolled onto her stomach and slid two fingers between her legs, desperately and vigorously seeking relief from a phantom ache until she was shuddering against her hand and moaning headily into her pillow.
It had been a dream then, Dij'ii told herself, though she could not ignore the smell of incense lingering in the air.
The <Zandali Dominion> is a heavy roleplaying Troll guild on Wyrmrest Accord with the goal of uniting the different tribes of Azeroth with the intention of preserving their societies and cultures. While Horde aligned due to the intentions of the Zandalari, we are not Horde allied (for now), but there will be exceptions. From the Amani to the Farraki, we all come from the same ground. The forests, the mountains, and the deserts, all of it is troll land and in this troubling era, it has become time to admit that we must adapt. For we are not powerful alone, but together we are strong, those amongst the Horde may have wronged us but to move on we must persevere.
Zul’s Campaign has weakened us. Hakkar has made the Gurubashi feeble, the death of Zul'jin has crippled the Amani’s spirit, and the world has spat on trolls long enough that we no longer trust those around us. Instead, let us turn our hate and spite into something better. For what else must we lose in order to finally gain?
OOC Information:
We’re looking for friendly people willing to roleplay with their other guildmates and participate in events. We provide engrossing storylines, regular events, and a fun, laidback atmosphere. We’re an 18+, LGBT+ friendly guild who strives for a welcoming and accepting environment.
What we Provide:
Weekly events, daily OOC shenanigans and light PVE. Events can consists of roleplay or D20 heavy content and that information will be posted in #events for our days in times, both in our discord and in the in-game calendar. Before participating in an event, please read through #rules-and-information to get your Dicemaster solidified. Our guild’s events are always summarized and posted onto our guild blog before our next event so you can catch up beforehand. We collaborate with the guild The Blackheart Gang to run mythics/raids on Fridays at 5:30pm server time. Be sure to read up on raids and dungeons before grouping.
Experimental cheebs for a couple of my dearest friends, @mori-sketchbook and @thewardancer ~ I’ll be doing more tomorrow. So much love for these characters and their creators ♥
stranglethorn vale: how resilient is your muse? what would break them? | westfall: does your muse believe breaking the law is never, sometimes, often, or always justified?
Ok, first of all: when your DM asks what would “break” your character, that’s a big frighten
Dij’ii is remarkably resilient for someone as spoiled as she is. This is a combination of her experience in crawling her way up to become a dancer in the palace, the fact that she has seen a lot of shit in her life, and the fact that she’s too dumb to suffer tragedies. Ignorance is bliss, etc etc.
So it would take a lot to break her. I think she would be more susceptible to psychological torment, or anything that is inflicted directly upon her. She can lose a lot and still keep her head up high. She’s lost plenty already.
Second Question: Dij’ii believes breaking the law is often justified. TAKE THAT AS YOU WILL.
un'goro crater: how exotic are your muse’s tastes? are they simpler, or will they accept nothing less than luxury?
Her tastes are very exotic! She is spoiled rotten, and has very high standards for just about everything. When she isn’t actively trying to be charming, one may find her quite disdainful of the “simple” life. She is used to luxury and she abhors being without it.
Thank you for the ask! I feel like you might have expected this answer XD
northern barrens: does your muse seek glory? what is their definition of glorious?
The short answer is yes! But it is helpful to understand the Dij’ii’s definition of glory runs fairly shallow. She thinks of it as fame, wealth, respect, etc. So yeah, she’s all about that. In fact, if you asked her today, she’d say she’s already achieved it.
I imagine a lot of her opinions will be changing very soon.
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