#siha xinkei

[vanitysruin]

The guests arrive...

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(( ft. @afreesworn, @cfs-melkire, @kanaria-galanodel, @everyoneneedsmorefranz, @exkage, @whispersofawindwitch, @knight-kat, @banquoviaquo, @arcarith ))

[maskedmagicat]

This is for @aether-antics​ of her OC, Siha Xinkei, another FC friend of mine. She was fun to draw as well! 

[jaguarsuncat]

📝 - Hime or Siha your choice!

Both? Both. Both is good. 

For Siha

Their first impression: “Whoa, she’s really pale. She must not hunt much.”

Their current impression: “She’s stealing our Tia away! How will Amra fight for nunh if he’s so busy with her!?”

What they like the most about your muse: “I mean, I guess she’s really pretty. And she’s good at doing healing things”

What they dislike the most about your muse: “Even if she -did- join the tribe, I don’t think she’d make very strong kits.”

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival etc.): She sees Siha as an interloper.

A general opinion of their relationship: Siha’s presence strains Rhel’s positivity, but she doesn’t really have a real opinion on the Keeper. Most of her thoughts are colored by her concern about Amra’s intentions with the tribe now. She hasn’t interacted with Siha hardly at all on a one-on-one basis.

For Hime

Their first impression: Since they grew up in the same tribe, and Rhel is a few years younger, she never really got a “first impression.” However, when Rhel and Hime were children, Rhel was always enamored with how cool and smart Hime was, and how the adults treated the competent young huntress.

Their current impression: “Hime is the best. She the smartest, fastest, most cunning huntress in the whole tribe!”

What they like the most about your muse: “Ummmm, everything!”

What they dislike the most about your muse: “Sometimes what she says makes me feel bad about myself… but I know she doesn’t mean it that way!”

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival etc.): Rhel looks up to Hime, idolizes her, and wants to -be- her. She also has a crush on her, but doesn’t really understand the feeling, or really what that feeling means, just that she wants to be around her a lot.

A general opinion of their relationship: “I just wish I could be near her all the time.”

[shadottie]

That Highschool AU Fever! Amra and Siha School Days!

AUs are always the beeeest to play with characters, especially to discover aspects for them that you might not see otherwise! Color choices for the uniform came from many variations of thecolors to the Dauntless FC’s logo/flag thing! I’m very happy with them. Plus, these two are just cute!

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[cfs-melkire]

Shine~

He dropped a hand onto her shoulder. It was a gesture of reassurance that he’d never felt comfortable sharing with her, as if there was an insurmountable distance between them, a distance that would never fade nor shorten nor close in spite of all that they’d been through together. To him, she would forever be Lady Xinkei, the living embodiment of grace and serenity. Such a thing, such a person, had to be protected, preserved. As fragile as glass, easily stained or shattered… so no, he’d never been at ease enough to touch her, not until now. 

Here, at last, as the back of his hand burst with light and shined with his doom, he knew why. Understood… why. He jerked his hand back, a reflex born out of an old survivor’s instinct, and caught his wrist with his other hand as he fell behind a pace..But those self-same instincts were rusty, wasted away by lack of use, and he was too slow to hide his mark from her as she turned back to him.

“Osric, wha–?”

Her eyes fell to his hand, and he dropped his own gaze thereafter. He couldn’t bear to look at her. Looking at her would somehow make it real. He’d see the truth in her eyes, or some such nonsense. He rubbed at his wrist and tried to give her a warm laugh, a mirthful chuckle, something that might cut through the tension… but his own voice sounded hollow to him, brittle, lacking in strength and sincerity. No mystery there.

You die. She kills you.

“Somehow… I… I knew. I think… I think I always knew… somehow….”

Innocent. That was what had struck him about Siha Xinkei from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her. There was no malice in the Keeper woman, no ill intent, no maneuvering, no agendas. She’d been well and truly innocent… and she still was. To this very sun, she was the sort to never raise a hand against friend or family unless driven to such by desperation. For her to outright murder him… then… that meant….

She kills you to protect them… from you.

The harsh realization of it was a cold shard of ice that speared him through the heart and drove him to his knees. He was scarcely aware of catching himself, hands propping himself up off the grass. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was going to fail them. Gods. He was going to fail them all. He’d be leaving them behind, leaving them alone, despite all his promises otherwise. Kanaria, their children… Mikh’a… Kahn’a… Askier… gods. All of them. Hells, he’d already failed all of them.

“Osric…!”

He held up his hand to ward her off, and that motion was such that the light - fading though it was - flared one last time against the evening sky before disappearing forever. Disappearing the way he was going to disappear. Her footfalls ceased; he could sense her looming over him by the shift of the shadows. That was the worst of it.

He was going to fail Siha worst of all.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “You… you….”

He couldn’t bring himself to raise his voice. She was his murderer. Somehow, that was enough.

“I don’t want to die.”

“Did they?”

Words long lost to the world, but not to memory. Those words, words from Nanamo Ul Namo herself, were not forgotten. They were a reminder that all men and women shared in common a fear of death… and a hunger for life.

Here, now, those words were an anchor point to which he fastened himself, a buoy adrift at sea, a platform upon which he laid his hands and dragged himself aboard. He pushed himself back upright off the grass. Kneeling there on the rolling hills of La Noscea, on the island continent of Vylbrand on which he’d been born, he found his voice again, even as his hand found his wrist again and cradled it.

He had something to say, after all. There was no better time to say it.

“I… I don’t think… I don’t it matters how it happens… or when it’ll happen… or why it’ll happen.” He trembled… but he barked a laugh. There. That was genuine. Sounded genuine. “I think… I think it just matters… that it does.”

He had to look up now. He had to. But it… it was so hard. He didn’t… didn’t want to see. Didn’t want to know. He owed to to her, though. Gods, he owed it to her. This wasn’t fair. Nothing was fair. But he had to tell her. She needed to hear his words, here and now. Needed them so she could pass them on. When the time came, they’d need those words. Gods….

“After… afterwards. Could you… could you please….”

He looked at her, into her. His vision was swimming with tears, but he could still see. Those kind, gentle eyes of hers… it’s said that the eyes are windows unto the soul. Here was a soul soon stained… but perhaps not shattered. His fault… but also his responsibility.

“…please tell them I love them. That I’ve…  that I’ve always loved them… and I always will.”

He fell forward, forehead against the earth, and sobbed. Curled up, shoulders shaking, wracked with guilt and ridden with shame, he sobbed.

We always hurt the ones we love the most.

[jancisstuff]

Jancis was lucky enough to attend the bonding of Sir Osric and Lady Kanaria.

Many familiar faces were there like Berry, Sir Caleb, Lady Siha, Lady Edda, Lady Deneith, Matron Kiht, Oscare. She brought along Cici, Lady Crofte, unknowing the great tension between her and the wedding party.

At the reception in the elusive Dauntless headquarters, Jancis pushed Sir Osric out from behind the bar and let him be a good groom instead of a host, making sure his drink was topped off and his bride got to taste some of the food prepared while everyone mobbed her. Sir Mikh’a gave a toast outside including a fireworks show!

http://imgur.com/a/oAZxg

[zaheela]

Work done recently, also a comparison. (both are 20 minute sketches/works done) Rather interesting how much one can improve within 2-3 months though.

[vanitysruin]

... and the night goes on.

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(( ft. @afreesworn, @cfs-melkire, @kanaria-galanodel, @everyoneneedsmorefranz, @exkage, @whispersofawindwitch, @knight-kat, @banquoviaquo, @arcarith))

[maskedmagicat]

“Please stay. I’d like some company.”

He was about to leave the pale woman for the day, having visited her for some help with his scars until he heard her request. It was the least he could do, hell… He was never one to be rude, much less to anyone who helped him. He would sit back down, ears twitching a little as he inhaled softly, “O-of course, lady Xinkei.. Anything f-for such a wonderful and h-helpful soul.” He breathed softly, his tone sincere a he brushed a bit of hair out of the way of his mask and smiled at her from under the mask.

His eyes closed a moment as he sat with her, crooked tail tapping some on the chair before he spoke up. He wasn’t the best company, but he would do his damnedest to pay her back for the help she rendered him not long ago. It was then it occurred to him, “Say, what is a thief’s favorite t-type of armor?” He asked, giving her a moment to ponder the question before answering for her, “Hide!” he said with a small chuckle. Smooth, laughing at your own joke, much less one you didn’t even come up with. Some more time passed, but he would not leave until she was satisfied. Besides, he didn’t have anywhere else to be as of the moment, so why not spend time with a close friend?

(( So uh, I tried here lol not sure if this works since I kinda didn’t want to assume too much or like put words in her mouth or anything! But I hope you like it!! @whispersofawindwitch ))

[jancisstuff]

Event - The Lover’s Warden

Jancis partook shortly (and belatedly) in the Seeker/Keeper Event for then love, Z’enath. At the time for most of it I was distracted with some heavy RL stuff, but for what little she could be there for it was a nice time. As the only hyur in a miqo’te event, she went there to learn more of their culture because she was utterly devoted and in love with a hyur-raised miqo’te who was curious of his own past.

In a nasty twist of fate it was the last time she saw Z’enath who vanished during the event, but there she got to meet lovely people like the Matron Kiht, Lady Siha, and many others.

http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=9065&pid=124402#pid124402

[zaheela]

Siha Xinkei - The Magician (Shiva) + Bonus (I'm sorry) art As a side note, The Eorzean K is very weird. I think i need to do a mass post of the cards done so far though...