#khai tumet

[house-vexile]

“And when I hunt you all the way into the broken corners of your lands, remember it was you who failed to kill me when you had the chance.”

[a-knight-in-savage-lands]

"I do not understand this attraction you talk about," the huntress spoke evenly, "But If you are asking what keeps my attention the most, it is Oktai shoulders. There is much strength in them from all he has seen. They remind me of a mountain range, built of hardened stone, bearing the sky above." Khai blinked in an almost lazy, owlish way. "Is that what you were seeking?"

There was no embarrassed tint of his cheeks. No nervous shuffle of his feet. Just a gaze set of admiration. Hardened stone. But even Atlas needed help sometimes, to carry the weight of the world alone could not be accomplished, and his feet must be firmly planted on Gaia, dug in like roots of a great tree. His rock to keep him there, centered where he was, else should he crumple under the weight of the world.

Lifting a hand he appeared next to the red woman, his fingers lightly weaving into her hair and lips pressing firmly against her horn for a mere moment. No words were needed. No words would suffice. Instead he showed his appreciation, not by weaving his fingers with hers. No, that was a cage. Instead he simply offered his wrist for her to hold onto and shared his beloved silence with her.

[maverwyn]

Khai Tumet

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[yunegen]

Kaito leaves with haste. There is a great debate as to whether or not Sydrian should go. Ferina arrives late to the party. Khai and Kaito leave the spring.

[a-knight-in-savage-lands]

It’s that time of year again. Feels train.

A commission for @a-knight-in-savage-lands of his character Sydrian, and his beautiful auri lady Khai~! They’ve got a pretty unique relationship, I came to understand…. and a deeply affectionate one at that, even though it might not appear as such from the outside looking in. 

[a-knight-in-savage-lands]

OC Kiss Week- But I can’t draw, so I write!

The sound of the pop and crackle of a warm hearth. The gentle brushing of the flaps of the Ger against each other like the plates of a great fault against the wind. The smell of smoke, fur, sweat and paint filling the room. Yes, this was home.

Oktai was living. The pounding of his heart matching those of war drums. Beat. Beat. The howling wind causing few strands of unkempt hair to dance about his shoulders. The smell and taste in the air, intoxicating. But there was still one thing. That voice filling his head. Whispering to him. Urging him. Moonlight eyes lifted from where he lay next to the fire, flitting to the other side of the room. In the pale dancing shadow cast by flames sat the faint reflecting shimmer of ebony scales set on crimson skin. Khai.

Feast.

Yes, the voice beckoned him. Feast. Taste. Hunt.

Silent as a panther he rose, prowling around the fire. Shoulders stuck out, arms flexed and a curtain of golden locks veiled his face. Yet still, he made no sound. It was methodical how he moved, aware of every shift of muscle beneath his skin, ever small creak of crack of bone and joint. No, he could not be heard. He could not be seen. Not on this hunt.

The floor did not betray him as he stood, shifting his weight to walk on the edges of his feet, one in front of the other. He was a wraith, silent, quick as he crept up on the huntress. Closer, closer now, until she was within his grasp.

Slowly a hand reached out, fingers wide reaching through darkness and silence towards the back of Khai’s neck.

Feast.

He would.

The breath he held came as the only indication right before fingertips graced the back of her neck, the feather-light touch of calloused tips running along flesh and scale alike. No grip came, however. No, instead they would weave upwards, dancing like a stream across a bed of rocks, lightly pulling dark locks between digits, lifting away from her neck as fingers closed around them.

That is when he saw the blur of crimson shoot up and felt strong fingers grip into his mane, pulling hard in turn. A snarl came as Oktai resisted the pull, even if it did bring him to his knees behind the huntress. His defiance was rewarded as, even through blurred vision he saw his mark. A patch of scarred red flesh, devoid of her natural protection. The perfect place to strike.

Even as fingers tugged and pulled and mane dared to yield to those attacks, Oktai sunk his head down towards his mark, fangs bared until they met her flesh. A strong jaw locked and teeth sank into the spot where so many had before. Marks of affection. Marks that said ‘Mine’.  Not only to each other, but to all who would ever spy the scars.

Feast he did. Flesh yielded under the strong maw, and blonde beard pulled away, tinged with the faintest hint of crimson.

Though, even as strong fingers gripped at his locks, even as the figure against his chest tensed and poised, ready to strike in retaliation, still he persisted. Fighting her hold.

Oktai’s head sank forward again, the bridge of his nose meeting the back of Khai’s horn, meeting with the grinding turn of her head towards him, jowls hungry for retribution, skin wearing away like sediment from stone as coarse scales ran along the highlander’s flesh.

Eyes closed. No thoughts came. Everything had to be perfect. Everything had to be right. Slowly his head lifted, grinding against the sharp edges of ebony. Soon it was lips that graced the back of her horn.

A hard exhale came, the heat and moisture of that breath fogging along the Xaela’s horn like glass. Staccato as it may be, the heat was gone as soon as it was there, leaving his lungs, speaking a language only they could understand, yet as old as time itself.

A strong frame melted, tense muscle caved. Oktai shifted until a leg lie on either side of Khai’s sitting form. Perfect they were, sitting low enough the woman could hook her feet atop of them if it pleased her, and high enough the coiling serpent of her tail could snake around and squeeze at her leisure.

Arms wrapped around the huntress like a cage. A cage she could easily escape from. A cage that gave a sense of security, a sense of home. No solitude, no entrapment.

Perfect. Everything had to be perfect, with painstaking detail. The way the hair on his legs rest against hers, The press of his chest against her back. The running of his thumb along tense, sore muscles up her arm. He wandered only on paths he knew, familiar ones that led him home.

Lips were replaced at their perch along the back of her horns, and, with the slight tilt of his head, another exhale came. Soon, the prickly fibers of his beard were felt along every edge of the scales of her horns. Like the teeth of steel-combed music box, each played a separate note to echo into the head of the huntress. A melody only heard by her. A symphony played for one person. A cherished song sweeter than any lullaby that spoke with no lyric.

Together with the drum-beat of his heart at her back and the low vibrato of a growl that rumbled from his throat like a purr, he allowed the huntress to dictate the tempo of her song. Still his head was, control given to hers to play whatever chords soothed her body and soul.

More instruments were added, Oktai’s fingers raising to the opposite horn. The loops and whirls of fingerprints dancing as he gently stroked the hollow formation of scales. The same way he always did. The same way that pleased her.

The room was silent between the two. No sound of passion. Just the gentle breathing of two beings as one. This was how Khai and Oktai kissed. No pressing of lips to another.  No dancing of tongues. This was so much more intimate. So much more special.

A shiver ran through the muscled body of Oktai, eyelids heavy, hard to open. Soon that low growl turned to one word. The only word that seemed appropriate to grace this song as a lyric. “<Yours.>”

(Thank you to the lovely @house-vexile for allowing me to write this piece with her girl and for being a wonderful and patient RP partner <3 )

[carbuncle-egi]

So I was bored at work and wondered what Sannom and Xorxoi’s children would look like my doodles came out about right. San even thought the result was cute too :D

He would be a little shit too, mostly always asking his mom before his dad finds out. 

But kid(s) won’t be happening anytime soon if at all. Besides mentally, their relationship isn’t exactly cemented or stable enough for them to wing raising a kid(s). There are other reasons too.

Bonus: (I don’t think I showed these to San either lol.)

A joke about them having a pair of twins, besides their son... All of them would take advantage of their mother’s kindness too. 

[house-vexile]

FFXIV Write 2021 Prompt #7 - Speculate

“The other ones talk more. At least the white-scaled ones do. This one’s touched, ain’t she?”

Khai listened in stoic silence to the merchant's chatter as she waited to be paid for the hunt she’d completed. Why she couldn’t just take the meat and pelts directly to the food stalls to trade was still beyond her, but not all worked the same as it did in the Steppes. Much to her frustration.

“Careful,” the merchant’s neighbor whispered, “she’s got a few words in her head that aren’t the foreign type. Might understand you one of these days.” 

The insult in the men’s banter wasn’t enough to warrant a response from the crimson Xaela. Not as though she felt particularly venomous. It was talk - it took far more to harm her. Instead, she focused her attention on a more interesting repetition down the street as one of the youth scampered about. Her eyes caught small hands grabbing bits from the bins here and there, watched as small pockets nearly burst at the seams with the stolen snacks and baubles.

“Oi. Your gil, girlie.” The sharp jostle of coins in a pouch grated her horns, making Khai grimace. Reaching out, the Tumet wrapped her hand around the pouch and clenched tightly to cease the jingling sound and snatch the offering from the gruff merchant. Without so much as a thanks, she moved on to one of the food stalls that had been victimized by the small thief.

“You’re welcome,” the merchant called out after her, which she ignored. Khai was already pointing to some spices and herbs at the next stall down, her dark eyes reading the opinion of the next merchant she’d have to tolerate. Maybe if this one stayed quiet, they’d learn what she knew about some mysteriously disappearing goods.

As it stood, her former business partner could cry out in consequence later.

[yunegen]

Drunken (mostly) Arm Wrestling Competition Kaito v. Sydrian Kaito wins! Kaito v. Khai Khai wins! Khai leaves.

[a-knight-in-savage-lands]

@house-vexile

Scales of Pride

[nekun-uul]

⭐ ⭐ ⭐ - from @house-vexile for your choice of characters :D

Khai Tumet ⭐- They would butt heads constantly (quite literally in some cases) it would be over how to hunt something or how to properly kill it and the communication barrier would make it even worse. ⭐- Dew to the living far apart they don’t get to see one another often, but whenever they get the chance to meet they have a little competition with one another to see who can hunt the biggest animal and a friendly little spar, all to show one another what they’ve learnt in there time apart.⭐- Getting passed all their differences and becoming close allies they would become an unstoppable hunting team.

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

[rightburningfist]

Khaidu Tumet - LFC

I D E N T I F I C A T I O N

Full Name: Khaidu Tumet Alias: Khal Ura Pseudonym: The Right Burning Fist Nicknames: Khai, Kai Age: Twenty-Nine Cycles Nameday: 13th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon Birthplace: The Azim Steppe Guardian: Rhalgr, the Destroyer Residence: Obfuscated Manor - A manor deep in The Black Shroud.

R E F E R E N C E S

Motto: Only I can change my life. No one can do it for me. - Carol Burnett Theme Song: Face Claim:  None.

S T A T S

Gender: Male Race: Xaela, Au Ra Height: 8'00" Weight: 180lbs Eyes: Ice Blue Hair: Silver/White Skin: Alabaster Build: Athletic, Toned Scars: A scar that covers most of his left eye, and missing scales on the left side of his face. Another large scar on the left side of his torso. Tattoos/Marks: None. At First Glance (+5)

Drunk: While he is a bit calmer and more open when he’s drunk, he does tend to aggravate those around him. His goading is more aggressive and enjoys a good bar fight now and then.

Cold: He isn’t afraid to be blunt, readily able to call anyone out on their faults or stupidity. He has little to no patience with headstrong individuals or the simple minded. However, If the headstrong individual happens to capture his interest he doesn’t mind them as much.

Alpha: From how he carries himself to the way he talks is with an air of superiority, unless he has great respect for another he will not take orders from them. He uses his persuasiveness to manipulate others into doing his bidding.

Knuckles: While he does fight for fun, it does tend to tear up and bruise his knuckles and this is mostly hidden by the gloves he wears on his hands. When he isn’t fighting and relaxing he does sometimes find his hands shaking, numb, or just plain cold.

Smug: Confident of his appearance, superiority, and ability, he is a difficult person to be around. Which works in his favor as he enjoys most of the time spending his free time alone either exercising or practicing.

Well-Toned Physique: He is very dedicated to staying in shape, while he is strong his body shows his muscle definition and is not one for becoming grossly bulky. He tends to put this on display opting for not wearing a shirt, or wearing an open chest coat instead.

F A C T S

Occupation: Pit Fighter, Nomad, Brother, Provoker, Specialties: Fistfighter, Jockey, Hands-on, Jousting, Axemanship, Hunting & Gathering Skills: Blacksmith, Armorer, Training & Exercise, Swordsmanship, Axemanship,

P R O F I C I E N C Y

Education: Self-Taught, Father, Fellow Tribesmen, Books Favored Weapon(s): Fists Secondary Weapon(s): Hora, Lance, Axe, Sword Magic Abilities: N/A Magic Strengths: N/A

R E L A T I O N S

Sexual Preference: Bisexual Romantic Identification: Demiromantic Relationship Status: Single Sweet On: Xorxoi, Odval Alignment: Chaotic Good

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Spouse: n/a Maternal: Siban Ura (Protected, Respected) Parental: Silugukhan Tumet (Mentor) Siblings:

Xorxoi Tumet ( 2nd Born, Sister, Protected, Respected) Khulan Tumet ( 3rd Born, Brother, Valuable) Odval Tumet ( 4th Born, Sister, Protected) Osal Tumet (5th Born, Brother)

Mentor: Silugukhan Tumet, Other Various Associates:

Sannom ( Unofficial Landlord, Drinking Partner, Possible One-Night stand)

Allies: Ishgard, Immortal Flames, Adventurer’s Guild, Enemies: Non-Allied Tribes, Goaded individuals,

M E N T A L I T Y

Social Level: Nomad, Introvert, Cold, Optimistic View(s): That he will make amends with his tribe and allow his sister Xorxoi to come and go as she pleases ending at least her exile. Pessimistic View(s): Being alone is better than being surrounded by sheep, he’s very reluctant to find others to get along with and chooses to surround himself with questionable individuals. One  Positive Personality Trait: He is a very talented smooth talker, and has not only talked himself out of terrible situations but also can convince others to do anything. One Negative Personality Trait: When faced with a challenge he tends to become very aggressive. As a fighter his aggression can cause him to get dangerously physical with his opponent. One Personality Warning:  He puts his loved ones and the others he cares deeply for them putting their needs and desires above his own, and he would go so far as to die for them if their survival depended on it. Random Quirk: He’s very nit-picky. Hobbies: Personal fitness, Reading, Horseback riding, Meditation, Being an ass, Goading Addictions: Personal fitness, when sober he is usually found doing multiple exercises keeping him in shape. Habits: Erect walking, Arms crossed or resting on his hips, Sitting with his hands behind his head, Pinching the bridge of his nose Pleasures: Reading, Drinking, Fighting, Love-making, domineering-sex, Goading

Appreciates (List 5+)

Obscene amounts of Liquor Books Spicy Foods Women Men Fighting Gil/Gold Challenges Raen Sweets

Dislikes (List 5+)

Unpredictable Losing Mages Lalafell Undeserved Authority Superiority

Strengths (List 5+)

Loyalty Intellect Knowledge Physical Strength & Ability Patience Enthusiastic

Weaknesses (List 5+)

Compassion Love Has trouble operating with others. Perfection Domineering

Fears (List 5+)

Being imprisoned. Destroying the fragile relationship that he has with his only family left. Becoming permanently incapacitated. Being forced to submit to another. Finding things out about his siblings he never wanted to know. 

F A V O R I T E S

Favorite Food(s):  

Priestly Omelette, Spicy Foods, Sweets

Favorite Drink(s):

Ale, Whiskey, Tea, Coffee

Favorite Scent(s):

Outdoors,

Favorite Colors:  

Wine Red, Violet, Gold

T R I V I A

- None currently.

R P   H O O K S

One-Night Stands - Khaidu always seems to find himself after a long night (or week long binge) of drinking in either his own or another’s bed. This happens more frequently than one would think. Why? You’d have to talk to him to find out.

Bars and Brothels - He is a frequent customer of these type of establishments, enjoying not only the shows that but also the people that come to them.

Fighting & Training - He finds himself constantly getting into fights as he loves to provoke and offend others to get a reaction from them. He does fight in both official and unofficial fighting rings. He will train with others who are looking to spar, challenging them to a contest of strengths.

O O C

Server:

Mateus

Timezone:

(UTC -08:00) Pacific Time

Availability:

Mondays & Tuesdays : All - Day (Unless I am doing something with the SO) Wednesdays & Thursdays : Mornings and Late Evenings Friday - Sunday: Nights mostly as I work at ODD times on weekends, and sometimes just pop into the game to check retainers.

You can however during my work week message me on Discord / Google Docs if I’m not in-game.  

Mun: Female Experience: I recently got back into roleplaying June of 2017, so I’m a bit rusty. I did, however, RP a lot up to 2008/ 09 over the programs available at the time (skype/ email/messenger). Will roleplay in-game or on Tumblr when possible, but I am open to other forms of communication. I will attempt to match in complexity, length, and format to the best of my abilities. The more time I’m usually provided on my posts I can dish out some decently sized posts, but when on my phone I am usually posting about 1-3 lines.

Type of RP: Any/All, Mature, and R-Rated. Long-Term Short-Term story-lines or One-Shot scenes. Enjoys interactions that are with Canon or OCs. Looking for: Friends, Associates, Connections, and Rivals, individuals who have goals or are really good motivators.

Will Do: Mature content and themes (violence, sexuality, drug/alcohol use) so long as they are logical in a plot-driven encounter. Coarse and Excessive language. Temporary injury or incapacitation, temporary imprisonment, and most walk up encounters.

Ask First: long-term/permanent injury or disfigurement, long-term captivity or imprisonment.

Won’t Do: Non-consensual scenes, and permanent character death. Mary Sues, Scenes with characters below the age of 18.

C O N T A C T  I N F O R M A T I O N

In-Game - Khaidu Tumet

Discord -  minaTiA #4774

Tumblr - rightburningfist / carbuncle-egi (main)

[carbuncle-egi]

I was able to transfer my boi Khai over to Balmung, but I had to give him another name so I'm using his alias. Please look for Khal Ura on Balmung.

Khaidu Tumet (Brynhildr) >>> Khal Ura (Balmung)

I still however have a Khaidu on Mateus.

[house-vexile]