Zaheela

If she had been drinking anything at the moment, Rhea would of most likely spit out any liquid in a spray of spit. Her tail fluffed a little as she gave the woman a somewhat dumbfounded look before sighing to herself. “I’m starting to wonder if that’s going to be the instinctive question I’ll be getting for the rest of my days…” Rhea half muttered to herself, mind wandered to the other encounter another day where the man insisted she was a prostitute of some sort when she clearly said Merchant. Sighing, she moved past the woman, gingerly picking up the fan’s wooden base, the silk trail echoing the slight movement. “Well, I know how to use it, if that is what you mean.”

With a great sigh, Rhea practically dragged herself out of the room, having had been, once again, herded out of her office and ordered to rest up, without using a cure spell. She snarled and rolled her eyes as she recalled the man’s reasoning. “Teaching me a lesson about rolling over and dying, hrmph, indeed.” Rhea shrugged as she stormed across the lawn, purposefully walking over grass and by the pond as the spirits eagerly imparted sparks of energy to healing wounds. If she were not a healer, such bruises would only cause more problems overtime, but she supposed that was the reason Juno figured it was an acceptable stipulation. Even without an active casting, her own natural skill and connection to the elements would force a weary body to heal faster than normal. Her maid, this time, had stayed inside to work with the office crew in sorting out the paperwork and the stable boy, leaving the normally work-a-holic Seeker with far too much time on her hands. Rubbing at the bridge of her noise, she glanced up only to see an unfamiliar person over the crate, the shimmering silk fan clearly the object of interest. “Ah, pardon me, but that object is not for-“ Rhea paused mid-warning. “Oh. Miss Vaughn, Greetings.” Rhea’s words stumbled a little when her brain caught up to her natural inclination. “Erm, something interesting about my… uh… erm… collection?”

Location: The Goblet Housing wards, outside the Hungry Wolf Company headquarters Rhea scowled as she rubbed her side, the bruise under her rib reminding her that it did not tolerate so much lifting and straining at the moment. Even as a Conjurer, there were limits to her own body’s natural healing ability, and Juno’s new training regimen, if she could even call the violent, bloody clashes training, was taxing to her body. Around her, the workers talked amongst themselves, busying themselves with old crates and boxes long forgotten in one of the store houses. Occasionally when they saw her move, they would usher her away, saying that the ‘Mistress’ shouldn’t be doing their job, or that the head maid Trisselle had specifically ordered them to ensure that she was to rest. There was only so much paperwork to do, so much post job Rum and booze she could order, and having gone through them so many times, she was getting bored, just sitting here outside the doors, waiting for them to complete the stock removal for the yearly inventory rotations. “I am going to keep calling him Master Iskandi for that last swordblow.” Rhea snarled to herself, tail thrashing behind her on her perch. The maid beside her merely giggled, before accepting the clipboard and running off to deliver it to her desk. Another moment, and a crash as one rather clumsy Sea wolf, newly hired, let a crate fall to the floor. Rhea took this chance to bolt up, almost running over, only to see her most experienced worker, a dunefolk picking up the box with ease and setting it atop another crate, chastising the new worker for breaking over the box. Both men bowed as she approached and scuttled away to continue their conversation elsewhere. It almost made her want to throw up her hands in frustration, until her eyes caught sight of the actual contents. A slim, long box of finely carved mahogany poked up from well packed hay, along with a wider, thinner box, taunting her with memories. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it old friend?” She muttered to herself as she pulled out the thinner box, revealing the lattice work of similar boxes underneath. Her fingers pried the box open and the silk tumbled out, pooling over her arms. Pulling out the lone fan, her wrist snapped, the noise echoing through the emptier building as the cloth fluttered to life. The vivid red of the fan was eye-catching, fading into the warm yellows and red, like the flames they were meant to mock, even after so many years. “Miss! A missive came for you, if we could get a signature!” A voice called from the house. Rhea’s ears perked as she carefully draped the silk fan across the crate, almost bouncing as she rushed to the house. “What about?” Her question faded as she let the doorman close the door after her.

Cuteness overload time?

Sorry but I need to close up commissions for a while, real life issues got out of control.

Commissions are offically open btw! Information can be found here. PMs are also accepted.

Commission for Kage THE CAKE, HE MUST HAVE IT! LET NOT ALL THESE PEONS GET IN HIS WAY!!! ….This cannot end well can it. This is why we do not use food in our decorations Carina!

Sooooo that's why all the weddin bos are white...

These are looking good so far :moogle: I'm also noticing you keep improving from picture to picture so I can't wait to lurk and see the next one =w=

On a more serious note, this was me playing around with my manga studio brush, but also it is kinda what having perma-doom would look like in some artsy way i guess.... Could be considered nsfw, so im just leaving the link up, even if it's more of precaution then actual nsfw/naughty picture. Click for the piece

Someone forgot to set their alarm clock. Thankfully The fox!bus retraces her steps

Honestly... I think we all need A little tailfluff love... But someone got dibs. Also... somehow a Princess Mononoke spoof warped a little into the catbus. No I don't know how that happened!

The Hierophant (The pope) - C'kayah Polaali (Knights of the Round) Almost done @_@

... *is lost for words*... Have a thank you pic, i think they're worth 1000?

It's been a rather hectic family aggro filled week, I am disappointed in myself for only being able to get one done before now. But I will get these all done D:< Steiner

My tumblr is mostly an OOC/FFXIV Art blog type deal. I occasionally do IC things on it, but it's really pretty rare. http://zaheela.tumblr.com/

the female pinup phase signups is coming soon...

It still lives! and has a new addition Vaughn Antain (Censored) - (tumblr link incoming for NSFW/Uncensored version) THE PIN-UP COLLECTION: (In-Progress) Cross posted with tumblr, but I kinda hate how it always limits the size of the images. :T Dez Tumblarh Trisselle Sondraix (She who started this all) Juno Iskandi (Towel thief extrodinare) Lacey Orwell Rhea Zaheela Erik Mynhier Next up: Barnabaix Haurtfelle

Made some room, if you see me before i see you, toss an invite?

Maybe? Sorta? Depends if the majority of the artists here have free LS spaces or not.

Hiding in the back for the moment (update: held up as long as I could, no go. Must dash before the RL drama cannon fire off in the wrong direction). I'll stay as long as I can but I'm unlikely to stay the full time due to (Very high stress) RL issues to take care of, and there is a high change of not having the time to do any sort of social announcement of what HW-RP does if it goes too long. I'll try, but please understand if I leave it is due to rl obligations. Apologies in advance.

S'khai's Goobbue Bro Titor's Carbuncle gift Steiner will be in the next batch, I promise

... I never watched Lost, breaking bad, or the True Blood series for one... or a lot of shows... Ah ha ha... *coughs*

A note? Unless I comment about your post, assume it's on the list to draw.