Siha

Can I be a Crow? I promise I don't want to just beat everyone up again. :blush:

I am terrible at Screenshots, have some derpy, way too excited Siha attempts.

The whole scene was hopeless, the walk hadn't tired the Moonkeeper completely but she could feel an ache in her calves beginning, and mentally she was exhausted. She'd run over every way they could escape that she could think of in her head twice, but nothing had seemed like it would work, and now they'd run out of time for that. She balked for only a moment at the top of the hill when they reached the camp but a hard shove to her lower back had her jerking forward with the rest. Her violet eyes jumped around to everything they passed furtively, the fires, the tents, the other Ixal who showed no interest, and the wolves. Their state was deplorable and she winced as they passed, curling her tail tight against her leg and slicking her ears back, they were vicious beasts, maybe that was why the prisoners were here. To be lunch. The thought made her sick and her heart sped up in tempo, they didn't however stop at the creatures and she eased slightly, another fate then. The hollow they came to face stunned her, not just because of how damp and disgusting it was, but because it already had occupants. There were already five other people here and her mouth dropped open at the state of them, five others, that meant five others she had to find a way to save. That wouldn't be easy but her jaw set as she took a deep breath and was shoved into the small space with the others near a Highlander with faded and sad eyes. The mud squished uncomfortably beneath her, and though it smelled bad it smelled better than the village had to her sensitive nose. She took quick stock, eyes dancing over each occupant quickly, only two of them seemed different...a fidgeting Sunseeker and a stoic looking Duskwight. S'imba was plopped in the mud near her and already he was struggling, he'd spat at the guard and she winced, they'd kill him if he wasn't careful. Kill her no less. She leaned forward, bumping her head against his shoulder, "Calm yourself S'imba, didn't you hear him? Break your bonds and they'll hobble you, now is not the time" she murmured quietly. Now wasn't the time for them to try and escape, the camp was alive and buzzing with activity, the guards were at an all time high and their wolves were already excited. Now would be suicide. Looking at the other prisoners she wasn't sure that some of them wouldn't prefer that, but she preferred life and for them to live. "We need to watch them" she added, eyes darting back out to the Ixal, taking note of where guards stood, if anyone was watching them. Preparation was key...if only she knew how much time they had, or what they were waiting for. Her head craned again towards the vibrant Sunseeker and his companion before she leaned slightly closer to the Highlander. "Sir...how long have they kept you all here?" she asked softly, she was already examining him for injuries, but her violet eyes came back to those amber ones. It was really an open question however.

I dearly love your style, when you open up drawing commissions I'm definitely going to bug you for one. :angel: <3

@Kage: That's sweet of you but actually someone did just that! Like I said not sure if they'd want me to say but they're really wonderful! Thank you so much to this person because now I can be back in game with the rest of you. <333333

Nooooooooo Kiht. *Snuggles the Kiht* I'll be back I promise, don't flatten your lovely face! D: @Cassius: Thank you~ And of course any time I'm on Steam you know you can nudge me, I've been keeping myself busy since I can't be on the game. Yard work and stuff. Bleh. @C'kayah: We do indeed, I'm looking forward to that even if my character is definitely not! Lol. @Kage: I don't know...I think she might have shut down. *Pokes with stick* @EVERYONE: There is a very wonderful person on this forum who is trying to get me back online soon, I won't mention them by name just yet because I'm not sure if they want anyone to know but suffice to say they are very, very wonderful!

I MISS ALL OF YOU SO MUCH! And of course this came at the most inconvenient time in the stories going on but what can you do! Thank you for being patient with me and yaaaaaaaaaaay for having these wonderful forums to keep in touch! I might bother you all for RP at some point, or I might go insane. ;----; <333333 It's possible of course that I might be back sooner than I thought but that is up in the air! :bouncy:

Unfortunately my subscription is up and right now I lack the funds to re-up so I'll be on temporary hiatus until that time. I'm very sorry if that throws a wrench into any plots but feel free to get in touch with me here as I am more than happy to rp through pm or forums.

When I first started on this game I believe your Bordello was still going, and I have to admit I was certainly dazzled by the idea and execution. Like others said already if this is something you enjoyed then definitely do it, and it'd be neat to see it in another city besides Ul'dah! I think it's a very fun idea and I won't lie I'd find a way to get myself tangled up with you somehow. :angel:

Hnnnnnnnnngh, do want that dress. *pines*

Ha ha ha ha. You get instant points for just the thread title alone! Welcome to Balmung and the RPC! Anytime you see me on my alts I'd be happy to RP with you or if you get a plot idea or need any help feel free to shoot me a tell or PM. Your character seems like he'd be a delight to interact with. Everyone is super friendly so I'm sure they'll feel the same. ^^

D: Askier has fantasia'd himself into a BUSH.

I don't post enough of her so have a sad or praying Siha!

Fo real. Dude is a creep. Don't worry Taiga will bite him for Mira.

[video=youtube] More inspiration from Wolf's Rain apparently! Myu is the closest I've gotten to someone sounding like Siha in my head.

[video=youtube] I've been listening to this a lot lately with all my villains running around. <3

I have to agree with everything said above, I've always had the mentality that healing magic shouldn't just completely heal something serious in one go. Minor stuff like cuts and bruises, yeah sure, but as was said above again if you're taking a sword to the gut I don't think that should just be all taken care of in one healing session. Closed so you can recover? Sure! Though I'd say it should be taxing on the healers part in the case of serious injuries such as that, even if they're just sealing it and staunching the bleeding that's still some serious damage and I'd imagine it would require a lot of effort to channel the aether. As Liadan did say the aether doesn't come FROM them in Conjurers cases at least but the mental toll is still there and I still believe to a degree there is a physical one as well but it would only be say exhaustion in the case of the healer. ((I don't think that all came out right...sorry about that.))

This beastman was a shrewd being, she could tell that even her most genuine performance wasn't convincing him completely and fear slithered more tightly around her heart. He would know, he would find out, he would- The cries from behind her erupted, first S'imba's whom had flicked his tail and then the more convinced one of the Lalafell, she couldn't recall his name off the top of her head but his own was completely genuine. He'd been bound and had no way of knowing her plan, if that was what had to be then that was what had to be, she would deal with his ire later when it came. If it came. She shivered again at the unknown, if they weren't going to kill them then what could they possibly want from them, she dulled her shudders and glanced up. She had to focus, had to keep playing the part, sharp blinks and some focus brought tears to her eyes as she projected a sob, "I'm sorry" she choked at the others and brought her hand to cover her mouth as though in shame. Part of her worried that the Hyur had gone the direction she'd pointed but that worry was short lived as another more powerful Ixal spoke up the hill, one who had been silent until now. Her look upward brought her violet gaze to his figure and dread seeped through her, his power was in his figure but also in the way the others obeyed and the timbre with which he spoke. Here was an Ixal that she knew wouldn't buy her half truths should she come face to face with him and her mouth dried as she curled slightly away from his direction. His words however inspired hope, someone was following them, and if someone was following them then there was still hope that help would come. Surely whoever it was would recognize what was happening and send for help, just as the Hyur would if they reached their destination. She had to believe that. The crack of a fist sent her head down quickly but it appeared the wrath of Nezul was towards his inability to pursue his prey and thankfully not herself...for now. Hands balling in her lap she stayed silent, only peeking through her lashes to watch the scouts head in her misdirection, hopefully there would be nothing for them to find on that particular trail. A shuddering breath later she offered out her hands without complaint, there would be time to struggle later but for now they needed to stay as safe as they could and she glanced up to S'imba with that slightly pleading expression once more. Briefly her eyes moved towards Rurutani as well but he couldn't see her and so she could only hope that he'd do nothing rash, he hadn't to this point so she had faith in the man's survival instinct for the moment.

Siha Bunny & Wolf! That's right I found one Warren. >.> Taiga Bunny & Wolf ((Her having a bob tail is just...it's too cute. Also Wolf Maker is here))

You missed the best one!

Secretly she's the Legatus can't you tell?

I am much too lazy to quote but SIHA AND ZACH ARE NOT CANON. *Punts all offenders* However, ships I support: RoenxKiht (BECAUSE REASONS) OsricxZach Raging BehemothxZach >.> RaexPandora (She is miiiiiiine.)

\o/ Kiiiiiiiind of cute.

[align=center][/align] Snow whirled around the Miqo'te woman as she glanced around to the wilderness before her, Coerthas, she'd come here to curb the urges. Ul'dah was much too crowded, and much too thrumming with life, life that she couldn't help but want to take. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't curb the hunger each time someone came near her, and try as she might nor could she keep herself from being brought into the city by sheer boredom. Her savior had her own important matters to attend to, matters she hadn't brought Pandora into for whatever reason and the young woman hadn't bothered to question her. Pandora never questioned her mistress, not out of fear but out of respect for the woman, and that was why she now stood in Coerthas and contemplated doing what she'd been planning. She'd heard whispers as she always did, there were others artificially doing just what Pandora herself could do, they had even had the gall to name it after her it seemed. It displeased the occupants of her body to no end, to know their own ideas were being used and they were getting none of the nourishment from it. They prodded her, poked and cackled at her endlessly, until she couldn't sleep or stand it any more. They wanted her to kill these insolent mortals, they were not vessels as she was and they were not worthy of the secrets they possessed, their anger seeped into her very core which in turn caused her own rage to spike. How dare they usurp what was hers and make her suffering seem pointless, they did not suffer as she had, they had not paid their dues as she had and would. So she would make them pay what was owed. Snow whipped her pigtailed hair into a frenzy as she made her way ever deeper into the blizzard, oil black eyes not bothering to watch her surroundings, even the wildlife avoided her like the plague that she could so easily be. Her boots crunched the snow under her heel and when she was close she pulled the furred collar of her jacket ever close to her neck with a small smile that stretched her face unnaturally. It was time for them to pay, and their guards would be the first, whether she spared any inside would remain to be seen. Her fingers fished an ashen mask from her inner pocket and fixed it securely over her face, her eyes only black holes behind the mask and her mouth a cruel Cheshire grin she'd painted there herself. The mouth behind mirrored the smile painted, and her face ached with her own joy, so long she'd been held back and she was hungry. They thought they were creators of nightmares, but they only created shadows of the real nightmare and knew nothing of the true horror, she would show them exactly how feeble their machine was by comparison. She would rip their life away in shreds, let them wallow in their agony so she could relish it.

D'awwwwwwwww. ((Somehow double posted...sorry...))