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The Truth

The Focal Point of Rulek's victory and where the Warp twisted and split:

Her chains rattled in each step, they burned her for her sin of existing as a daughter of the Motherland. The lore that was so interweaved into her being was locked deep within her breast, fists clenching tight in a furious restrain. Even humbled and beaten as she was, Tzarina Katarin Bokha of Kislev was a woman of pride. Her shoulders broad and fallen hair graced her porcine pale face sculpted in a mask of hard disdain. The radiance of white-fire that normally burned her pupils were gone, reveal only an icy pale blue that reflected the hellish forge that sat far beyond the mortal realms. 

And she, a meager mortal, was in constant threat of Chaos’ malevolent influence if it wasn’t for the carefully weaved spells placed upon her by her escort. A tall mutant of a snow leopard that dared to dress like one of the Ice Maidens, crowned by burning frost horns. The back of her attire askewed to reveal the mirror-like sheen of her broad shoulders and in the perfectly arranged fur, Katarin could see the faces of men and women...her own soldiers, kindred-in-arm, screaming and begging silently in a prison they could not escape. 

A cruel position to put her in and the only thing keeping the Tzarina from attacking the foul beast was mere common sense. The softest hope that she will find a way to escape. A way to end this nightmare, only if she could get-

“Stop it.” A voice said.

That brought Katarin’s thoughts to a halt and her mask cracked oh so slightly in a blink. The felinid flickered its tall ears and glanced back with eyes similar to her own, the lore they both shared having that same effect of power. “Don’t do anything foolish, my Tzarina or the suffering you’ve felt before will not-”

The fact that Katarin could clearly take in the Kislevite accent hurt her so and with bared teeth, she commanded, “Silence, creature. Do not speak to me as if you are apart of my Kislev. It is obvious you abandoned it a long time ago.” 

The beast looked at her a moment longer before facing forward. “When you have seen what we have, you would too…” 

“Nothing would bring me to such lowly depths, creature. I would rather die.” The Tzarina hissed. “As they all say. As we have said...and what the ones after you will say, Katarin. I am sorry for you.” 

“I don’t need nor want your sympathy!” 

With a hateful snarl, Katarin lunged and snatched the long short-sword hanging off the mutant sorceress’ hip. The witch-blade whistled with its icy length exposed, boiling of its cold heat. Quick as a whip, her escort glanced down at the Tzarina and smacked her expected lunge before ironclad hands grabbed the smaller woman’s shoulders harshly. Ironically, Katarin snarled and fought like a wild cat  with her legs kicking and newfound weapon swinging with nothing but the mad passion of someone who’ve lost everything. No skill. No finesse. Just desperate and sorrowful hate. She didn’t even care who she hitted, all she wanted was to kill.

With a holler, she rammed her shoulder against one of the daemon-charmed Ice Guard, throwing the traitor off her feet and when the other came, Katarin slammed the back of her head into the other’s nose before spiralling to plunge the whole frost blade under armored ribs. The woman gasped, hands immediately grabbing the Tzarin’s wrists and looked down at first. 

And when the two met eyes, Katarin looked and saw the glazed look washing away to a painful clarity. “M-My Tzarin…?” The last words to leave those lips before frost glassed those same eyes and whitened the meat under the guardswoman’s skin. Her whole body stiffened to internal freezing. Katarin took a moment, frozen in horror at what she had just done and the condition that her murdered victim was in. Letting go and watching the body fall back. 

CRASH!

Shattering like a glass figurine what was once a living, moving person. She has done it countless times against countless enemies, whether of the court or the monsters in the shape of daemons and men beyond Kislev’s bulwark. Katarin has never flinched to the power of her frost nor the state that her enemies had crumbled into, but this – the loss of Kislev, the loss of her people, the torture of their very souls – all manifested into this one moment and Katarin was in a moment of vertigo.

All of her fury became a momentary sickness in her stomach, gagging without anything, and stumbled into the hands of the other recovering guard. A yank of chains and Katarin found herself tripping over a short step, crashing onto the floor with a cry.

No, not a cry but she cried with her long-held emotions. It was a quick moment that she couldn’t hold back, even as the leopardess commanded her slaves to pick her up and drag her onwards through the Forge of Souls, just a walk longer before the great doors opened to reveal a place full of mists. Soul-residue that whispered and shaped sorrowful spirits that swam and gripped to flesh that they no longer possessed, helpless and woe heavy. 

“W-why did you bring me here, you monsters?” Katarin’s drying voice questioned, finding no reason to be here. Was it her time now, to be melted of flesh and meat till only her own soul-stuff was left to the nefarious evils of the Ruinous Powers? One of the countless innocent and delusional that were caught in their selfish trap? 

“To show you the Truth.” A voice said, great and terrible. 

Katarin shivered at hearing it. She knew it too well know, how it tortured her even now and for the first time since her last great defiance to this monster – the Tzarina looked up beyond her fallen black locks at her greatest mistake. 

The shape of that massive bat-winged abomination, how it dared to have its vague man-shape if it wasn’t for the twinned tail and bowed legs. From the black shape, there were its glowing gold eyes staring down at her from its alcove. “Of what, that you are nothing but a black-hearted monster? That you were always a treacherous opportunist seeking nothing but power? Were you always a slave to Them?” 

Those eyes stared down at her for a long moment and it walked forward. “No…” 

The thick mist twisted and reached towards her with ghostly claws, Katarin did not close her eyes. If she was to die, she will make sure she glared into the eyes of her murderer. Instead,  a warm hand gently cupped her chin. Fingers curling and thumb over, what should have been a great daemon that once was a man. There was just…

The man. 

His strong face was framed by the loose black locks of an otherwise tied back mane, fierce browed and lip crested with a trimmed mustache. His sun-kissed skin had become pale as if he never left the cold hell that she sent him to. Those eyes. Those once dark eyes glow with the same malevolence of a man that went into that evil place and devoured damnation. 

“Yuri…” 

“Kat…”

Even though she refused it, the Tzarina’s eyes stuck and watered. “Oh, Yuri...you traitor...why you?” She croaked finally. The question that burned her mind over and over since the revelation was given to her by a seer’s letter but she refused to believe that same man could do all of this. The same noble, sweet-hearted man that she knew since they were nothing but simple children caught in the webs of parents’ political games could turn into such a horrific monster. She refused this was nothing but an evil game by the daemons. They killed Yuri. They killed him and wore his name and skin as another weapon against Kislev. Against her but here he was. 

“Oh Kat…” He said, cupping her face. For the briefest moment, he allowed himself to feel beyond the constant burning of hatred and spite that became his ichor. “If only you came with me and saw what I saw. The Wastes...is not a place for mortal men but mortal men must come to truly face their worst daemons and become more. Maybe things would be been different, but nothing would have changed the Truth that saw our Motherland suffering.” 

With his gentle voice and care, Yuri stood up. The man that slew Ursun, the Bear God himself, stood in his regalia. Tattered cape flowed to the eldritch wind as he turned away. “Release her.” He commanded and the seduced slave obeyed, roughly so and that lack of care was rewarded with Yuri suddenly turning and turning the ice guard into a blown pillar of warp-burned sulfur by nothing but a disgusted flick of his hand. 

That same hand scolding of its fell magics, clawed and scales crawled along its fingers and knuckles. His sneer akin to a bear before turning to wave the mist away. “Behold, Katarin! See why our Motherland suffered!”

Katarin squinted, trying to see what this daemon was raving about this 'Truth' and there it was...and her horror and hope fell into the abyss.

There, what was something so great and majestic, was now nothing but a humbled corpse held by slithering barbed chains against jagged rocks like a poor trophy. White fur marred by scars and dried god's blood. Jaws drooped with a blackening tongue...

Ursun, the Great Bear. The God that brought spring was dead. A God was dead.

"N-No...no, no."

"Yes, look at him. Look at our god."

Yuri hissed with so naked loathing as he pointed at the corpse. "I found him long ago. Pitiful. Pathetic. Weak. That is what we hung our very hopes and love for! A god that couldn't stop a daemon whilst we suffered and fought in his image, throwing ourselves as that same evil for all our lives and survive."

Katarin stared with lips opening and closing, unable to conceive what she was seeing as cold tears rolled down her face. "Ursun!"

"Scream his name, Katarin! Scream his name as so many of our kinsmen did! As we froze on that eternal field of ice and fire! As we starve and crawled! As we fought and bled! Scream his name, scream it with me!" Yuri insisted, as mockingly cruel as he was cruelly pained as she, and turned to scream at the corpse,

"URSUN! OUR GOD, OUR SAVIOR FROM THE STORMS!" Yuri screamed with the bellowing wrath of the monster that he became, echoing through the Forge of Souls' cackling mimicries of the aethers that died for Kislev's god. His arms wide as if to embrace the divine cadaver. "WEAKLING BEAR! BLED TO ITS LAST DROP! BE'LAKOR'S CARRION! MY TRIUMPH! MY FREEDOM!"

Yuri spun on Katarin with disgusted eyes crying black ichor. "This is what we wasted our lives and belief on. A corpse that will be martyred like our heroes before. Like your father. Martyred, but even that - I don't think he even deserves that. Don't you think?"

Katarin's mind was spiraling and soul writhing. So many, impossibilities truly made a nightmare's possibility, and she could do nothing but stare up at the thing that was Yuri as he came closer. For the briefest time, he looked like a bear to her. A man-eating, tainted bear prowling closer with unbreaking eyes. So great and terrible.

[chiyos-oc-depot]

I made fun banners of my SWTOR characters because I love them :3c

From top left to bottom right:

Lisk’ama’ura, Chiss White Sith Juggernaut Vitaari Thresh, Mirialan Imperial Agent Sniper Tzarin Dran, Twi’lek Mercenary Pahvor Sulan, Zabrak Sith Sorceror

Xiaan Vel, Pure Sith Jedi Sentinel Nil Shandori, Nautolan Dark Jedi Shadow Rashti Kaan, Togruta Smuggler Kuujoh Taj, Cathar Trooper

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Have some phone pics of my babies

From left to right:

Liska’ama’ura: Chiss Sith Warrior

Tzarin Dran: Twi’lek Bounty Hunter

Vitaara Thresh: Mirialan Imperial Agent

Pahvor Sulan: Zabrak Sith Inquisitor

Xiaan Vel: Twi’lek Jedi Sentinel

Emania Furoku: Rattataki Jedi Consular

Rashti Kaan: Togruta Smuggler

Kuujoh Taj: Cathar Trooper

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NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow Review & Swatches

NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow Review & Swatches

NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow Review & Swatches

Reviews Nov 09, 2018November 09, 2018 NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow (2018) NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow (2018) NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow (2018) NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow (2018) Tzarine

NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow (2018)($35.00 for 0.08 oz.) is a new, permanent duo featuring a soft, shimmery yellow beige and a muted bluish-gray. It’s…

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NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow Review & Swatches

NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow Review & Swatches

NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow Review & Swatches

Reviews Nov 09, 2018November 09, 2018 NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow (2018) NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow (2018) NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow (2018) NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow (2018) Tzarine

NARS Tzarine Duo Eyeshadow (2018)($35.00 for 0.08 oz.) is a new, permanent duo featuring a soft, shimmery yellow beige and a muted bluish-gray. It’s…

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NARS Eye Shadow Duo na revisão Tzarine, amostras

Comentário: NARS Eye Shadow Duo em Tzarine

Obrigado por esse cupom VIB Sephora, e outra razão para ir comprar porcaria que eu não preciso.

Ah, bem, esse foi um produto que provavelmente esteve na minha lista de desejos por mais tempo, e o melhor momento para comprá-lo é agora.

O item que eu tenho cobiçado é outro duo famoso do NARS – desta vez em Tzarine.

Vou te avisar que, se você quiser comprar essa sombra na loja, não é com a dupla regular de sombras, eu a encontrei sozinha com todos os produtos mais novos, que geralmente estão localizados no topo da tela. Parede NARS na minha Sephora.

NARS Eye Shadow Duo em Tzarine

NARS Tzarine Eye Shadow é um duo incrivelmente belo composto por dois tons muito originais.

À esquerda, você tem um lindo champanhe claro. Isso tem um efeito muito bonito de brilho acetinado, e parece excelente como uma cor em toda a tampa ou como um destaque no canto interno.

À direita, você tem esse tom único que quase parece marinho, mas tem alguns tons de prata e cinza. Essa é uma das sombras mais difíceis de descrever, é incrivelmente única.

As duas sombras parecem perfeitas juntas, mas poderiam ser usadas para criar belos looks por conta própria. Pessoalmente, acho que eu adoraria usar a sombra de champanhe em toda a tampa, a sombra azul-marinho na dobra, e um forro preto fosco com rímel pesado.

Você possui NARS Eye Shadow Duo em Tzarine? Você vai estar procurando por isso agora?

Se não, quais são os seus duos com o NARS? Eu estou de olho em mais alguns no futuro 😉

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Tzarine Motobike by Infrogmation of New Orleans

[etching-bones-moved]

Written to music: Goodbye brother // Ramin Djawadi

Tzarine became unbearably cold that winter. 

Cold, and singing with sharp undertones borne by a wind that was biting and had no care for any soul's brightness. The sun was determinedly absent, as if in self imposed solitude, and even when it did grace the sky its light seemed weak and its journey hasty, as if it too could not bear to be there.  

Time was a fluid that dragged differently in every moment. She couldn't measure it, she couldn't capture it, the only indication that it passed at all was the gradual unravelling of her mind. Skin and bones no longer held her; she was dispersed, she was scattered beyond the confines of her body. Every feat of nature seemed to spark at the edge of her consciousness, important somehow, trying to tell her something- but what, she could not tell. Delirium was caught in her throat and paranoia had hatched in her brain, she cycled through staff so quickly that the execution block scarcely had time to dry between usage.

She didn't know how to mourn, she had never been taught how to lose. Mercifully, her glib tongue did not seem to rely on any sort of sanity, her presence in the court remained looming and malevolent. Her subordinates thought her heartless to continue as /effortlessly/ as she did- but she was in no way surprised. Her intelligence had never known compassion, it had never known kindness. It operated solely for itself, and she quickly learnt to follow its cues.  

Her children withdrew from her, but she consoled herself that it was for the best. They were young, still, and would not be punished for being impenetrable. Better still it was that Remiel made her retreat to the lofty tower library, where more than once Iridescia's spies reported her sleeping with her head in a book. Idelia did not seem so keen to smother her grief in learning, but rather in smiles and nervous niceties. She grew flowers, she wrote letters and then never sent them. She wept at night, but neither her mother nor sister came to comfort her.

Oh, how lonesome they all became.  

Occasionally, Iridescia would turn too quickly and see a ghost. Of herself laughing, or Miranda. Other days she would translate every minor happening into a sign. She'd /convince/ herself that Miranda was trying to talk to her, and those times were the most tremulous of all because it felt as if the world would just shatter for her hatred of it.  

On the anniversary of Miranda's execution, House of Descia relocated to the Firerise quarter, and within weeks their old chambers were incinerated. Remiel never forgave her it, but Iridescia relished striking the match and destroying all evidence of Miranda's existence. She would burn her memories away. She had to.

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Review: Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi

Review: Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi

Zélie, Tzarin and the runaway Princess Amari are on the mission to restore the magic and let the mistreated and abused maggots of Orïsha the opportunity to fight back. While they take the journey to the distant temple, Prince Inan is on the mission of his own. He must bring Amari back, stop Zélie and prove his father he’s strong enough to be the next king. But on the journey Inan faces…

[chiyos-oc-depot]

"Married, huh?"

Malavai wrinkled his nose at the question. Not at the question itself, but at the fact that it was said around a mouthful of food. Sometimes he wondered what he saw in this man...

"Yes, Lords Jiko and Pahvor are getting married," he said, arms folded behind his back. As if he were giving a status report. He could practically hear the grin on Tzarin's face, and the question he knew the Twi'lek was swallowing for his sake.

"Don't you ever turn off?"

"I was perhaps wondering if you'd like to attend."

Tzarin swallowed the food in his mouth and rocked forward on the couch to sit up straight and set the sandwich down on the plate.

Malavai despised that couch. The blanket draped over it did little to hide the Black Sun graffiti sprayed on the surface. "I can't throw it out." Tzarin had laughed. "It was a gift."

A gift from "Skadge", the Houk that Malavai had only had the displeasure of meeting once, when the brute had thundered over to him to demand why he never told anyone about Tzarin's "durasteel nuts" and then blurting out that he had no idea the Twi'lek was "one of them Transistors" when Malavai had informed him that Tzarin had no testicles at all. Later that night, Tzarin had come home with bruises, a split lip, and a huge smile on his face, insisting that the two had settled their differences by "beating the shit out of each other".

Regardless of his personal feelings about the couch and it's source, it was Tzarin's favorite place to sit and work on his model ships, and Malavai wouldn't take that comfort from him.

"So they're getting hitched," Tzarin said, bringing Malavai's attention off the couch and back to the conversation. "And you wanna invite me. Aww, there really is someone under that uniform."

Malavai rolled his eyes. Tzarin loved saying that when Malavai was open and honest about personal and intimate things. In a way, despite it all, Malavai loved it too. It was a sign that Tzarin was happy with the relationship.

"Yes, there is. Would you like to attend?" Malavai knew he'd say yes, but even so, he was reluctantly hinging his own happiness on Tzarin's answer. A few months prior, the Twi'lek had attended a friend's wedding, one Malavai couldn't attend. A friend of his was marrying the captain and lieutenant of a high-ranking Republic military cell - Havoc Squad - and Malavai knew in his heart that he would be incapable of maintaining neutrality. He had busied himself with work that day, helping Talos Drellik catalog relics their betrothed masters had collected in their travels, but the separation still nagged at him.

"Yeah, I'll go," Tzarin said, standing up and hopping over the little table in front of the couch. "I'll have to rent a suit again... but yeah." He held out his hand, looking up at Malavai - he only came up to the man's chin.

Malavai took his hand, foolishly thinking he was only going to shake it, and with a small shout, was pulled down into a kiss on the lips. He recovered fast, and kissed back, his cheeks and ears pink.

He was hesitant to admit it, but Tzarin was surprisingly everything he wanted. Messy, but not filthy. Loud, but not obnoxious. Playful, but not rude.

And he was finally going to attend a formal event with him. No waiting at home for him to swagger in late with a stolen bottle of champagne, no sadly adjusting his tie before leaving.

Them together, at a table, on the dance floor.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being you. For seeing me. For everything."

".... for saying yes."

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La Tzarine ... (à Mairie De Rueil Malmaison)

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Fifteen: Singing of Fire

Side Quest Continues! 🚞 Chapter Fifteen: Singing of Fire 🎶 Raizel and the Diamond Raven walk on...

Diamond Raven was fussing at her as she walked over to the veiled Tzarin – but he walked with her the whole way.  Raizel didn’t listen so much to his words as she listened to his tone.  He wasn’t happy with her, no, but he was also worried for her.  Worried about her?  What could be all that dangerous about singing to a Tzarin?  He might laugh at her.  They all might.  Courtiers, she had heard,…

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@damn.budur Où est mon petit ange russe? Graignant sa patrie comme une tzarine majestueuse? Où est notre correspondance, ma chère Sophie? Je vous manque, mon cher ...