#FebHyurary

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY XX: PRIMAL

The final day could not dawn, for there is no dawn in everlasting light. Nevertheless when the hour came, Ryne sought him out. She demanded he not go, tears brimming in her eyes. She clung to him desperately, stumbling over her words as she pressed a cartridge into his hand. Specially charged. Crafted to destroy the one they love, designed to prey on her single weakness. A single shot to the heart and it will all be over. He embraced her as he said his farewells, murmuring words of strength and courage he does not have. She will need it in the coming days. Ryne will be the last after him. The last to remain. The last to survive. He knows he will not return, and yet he must go. Some day soon—for Norvrandt’s are numbered—she will understand. And so he climbs the mountain where the primal lightwarden has made her nest. He cuts through her horde of light-corrupted minions, some distant part of his mind numbly acknowledging the twisted faces of friends he once knew. That is what she does; she does not bring death, but transposition. He does not flinch when their claws sink into him; nor does he pause when he strikes them all down. He is battered and bruised when he reaches the apex. Caked with blood and dirt, his gunblade dulled, his cartridges spent save for one. The air here is stale and still, the scent thick with the stench of primal magicks. She is nowhere to be seen. For a brief moment he wonders if he was mistaken, if she has abandoned her home. His heart beats. One, two. One, two. Blood pulsing in his veins, fear and hope and love thumping in his ears. The last shred of his humanity, and he is oh so alive— The creature with Aureia’s face bursts from below, a storm of ice and fire suspended in each hand. Her eyes glow vermilion in twisted mimicry of her natural deep red. Wings of darkness and light in perfect unison, an equilibrium she never achieved when she lived. Hair purged to white as it had been when she was first infected, the red streaks the only remnants of what it once was. Fingers turned to talons soaked in blood. So familiar, yet so alien—she has become a warped fracture of herself, everything he loved about her burnt out of her by blazing light.   He raises his blade and steels his mind. He has come here to slay her. All it takes is one shot. A shot he does not make. Time slows when the end comes, the passage of his mortal life stretched out in perpetuity. Her claws are a vice grip on his chin, the power of her magic scalding his eyes. She holds him in her unblinking ruby gaze as if transfixed, some memory within her ascended mind recalling what he was to her. He wishes for her to end it. If he but moves just a little… her claws would cut his throat… and he would deprive her of her greatest desire. But as he knows, she does not kill, she transforms. Even in this form her love for him burns fiercely. More fiercely than he can comprehend. It washes over him, powerful, overwhelming, the command to submit tugging at his mind, silencing the purpose he came to this mountain to fulfill— It is all gone in a burst of blue and red. Defeat has never tasted so sickeningly sweet.

[blackbirdffxiv]

Febhyurary Day 1: Start

Hecate

Warden of Asphodelos

The 14th Seat of the Convocation

"Azem, The Traveller"

[the-eorzeancouch]

Day 8: Crossover It's a small multiverse.

[akirakirxaa]

[ day 7: voice ]

𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜

[lettersnorth]

Companion

"You don't ask Barnabas to do anything. You negotiate. It involves a lot of cursing and posturing. On both sides."

[ishgard]

Something about dragons were surprising to Kore, though she couldn't place why. Yet past that initial confusion, she found their presence very soothing, almost familiar.

#febhyurary :: day 10 - dragon

[thefreelanceangel]

Day 1 - Start

[artctrlcee]

Moonrise

It's Ninja Day (22/2にーにーにー) and still Febhyurary so I wanted to put a little more effort into something for Oboro 🌒

[abyssalmermaiden]

You promised the world and brought me it hanging from a string Stuck it in my mouth, into my throat Told me to sing

Febhyurary 7 - Voice

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tags from one of my early Viola posts:

yes I am thinking about Amon tutoring her in music if he has time (he seems very busy with plots and evil science) like Viola has a *very* good voice and some training but not opera training so…

[fatewalker-phoenix]

Febhyurary Day 10 - Dragon

Bonded by a mutual fierce love for their mates, Eden and Tiamat take to the skies, ready to rend their enemies asunder with blade and claw.

[alannah-corvaine]

ꜰᴇʙʜʏᴜʀᴀʀʏ ▶ ᴅᴀʏ 6 ↳   ​ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

the sky burns red against your skin; the world we know turns in the wind.

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY IX: SUN

Wherever she treads, the stories grow—like blossoming wildflowers to some, like weeds to others. To her enemies she is the soldier, the warrior, a weapon forged in the blazing crucible of Garlemald’s military, stolen by their foes and unleashed to bring doom upon them. To her allies she is the saviour, the guardian, a shining beacon sent to shield them from harm. But regardless of where she goes or which story she embodies, there is always one constant: she is a daughter of the dark burning bright, with the power to harness the sun’s flames.

[blackbirdffxiv]

Febhyurary Day 5: Companion

"Welcome back, my friend. You've done well."

[the-eorzeancouch]

Day 6: Element Trecking through malms of ice and snow is where she's in her element... her allies, not so much.

[akirakirxaa]

[ day 5: companion ]

Sometimes a family can be your two husbands and your glittery purple dog.

[lettersnorth]

Start

“This is how this is gonna go.” Stark Oak rasped as his thick fingers loaded the bullets into the cylinder of the revolver one right after the other, just as easy as you please. “It’s real easy. You pick it up. You aim. You squeeze the trigger.”