#ziorea nightfall

[ziorea]

Ziorea Nightfall

This perfect piece shows Ziorea's expression every time she approaches someone. I am so in love with this art.

The artist can be found on twitter or discord as artnijojo

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(Little blurb)

The young woman with bleach-white hair and pink highlights sat before her.  Sylrissa had picked up an evening shift needing a bit of time out of the house away from her two chaotic kiddos.  Her nanny could get them ready for bed and settle down for the night.  

Lady Ravenmourn could tell the elf before that she was not Sin’dorei.  It was a risk Ziorea took coming to Silvermoon. Yet the city had an influx of Ren’dorie, Quel’dorie, and half-elves coming in lately pretending to be Sin’dorei. 

It was not questioned as light woven through the elf before her,  healing up bruises and the horrible scar on Ziorea’s forehead.  For it was not her business.  The only that mattered was making sure her patient was healthy.  

“So you don’t know the name Nightfall?” Ziorea asked as magic broke through her natural barriers and healed her up.  No scars, please!  

“No, I used to be up on all the noble houses but over time they fall or vanish.  Then they come around again just like the rising sun. “  Sylrissa smiled at the other, her aura full of warmth.   “That is okay,  it is better they are not peeking around here.  Keeping to themselves in the Eastern Kingdom.”  The younger elf nodded.

Sylrissa nodded and sat back to write another prescription requested by the patient before her.  “If you need anything else, anytime.  Please just message me and I will do my best to help.  I don’t travel like I used to but magic has a way of finding those in need.” 

(Mentions of my new main @ziorea )

[ziorea]

DWC Feb 22 day 4 Influence/Distant

“I don’t know how you got my number, my dead name, or how you found me but we are going to sit here until I get all the fucking answers.”  A black leather coat was tossed on the table before her.  Stitch on it was two bright red cherry lips that parted to show a pierced tongue.  The words ‘Lick Me” wrote in cursive below it.  The owner of the jacket? A woman with midnight hair, copper skin, and half-elf ears.  “Onyx?  Sorry, I called you the wrong name. It was what our records had you labeled as.”  Ziorea sat up tall in her seat at the table legerdemain.  Her hair was pulled up in an elegant twist.  Earrings worth a month’s wages dangled from her ears.  The outfit she wore sleek and professional white silks but her pink highlights contrasted with the business elf look.

“Records? Look Lady Nightfall, I don’t know what you want from me but I am not going to join your cult.  I will pay whatever debt I owe and we move on?”  Onyx smiled as she turned her seat backward and straddled it.  A cigarette tin was pulled out and opened.  One offered to Ziorea.

“No thanks, I don’t smoke.”  Ziorea smiled.  All her years of training to be a powerful woman of the house blurred together. At this moment she wanted to run away from the woman before her.   Lips pursed together and teeth clenched.  Air blew through her nose before a smile was given to Onyx.   “I don’t want money, I want to find our sister.” 

A rich laughter came from the darker hair of one of the two ladies.  “I don’t have fucking siblings and there is no way I am related to a noble purebred like you.  Um no offensive” 

Offense was taken but Ziorea tried her best not to show it in her expression.  “Our sister shares the same mother, a human fire dancer.  Yet different fathers.  We are not related.”  It took all of her emotions to stay calm and control.  Her tone did mimic one of an adult talking to a child even if it was most likely she was the younger of the two.

“My mother was a whore, who danced her way in and out of noble homes.  It made her rich beyond belief and I have no doubt many ‘love’ babies where dropped around the world from her crotch.  That doesn’t make them my siblings.” Onyx hissed as she placed a cigarette between her looks.  The barkeep gave her a narrowed look threatening the woman not to light it.  After all Onyx did have a repetition of drugs and sorts.  A middle finger was offered his way but no flame met the tip of her smoke. 

“She was my father's favorite person besides my own mother.  Cali was born within months of me.  I grew up with her.  In fact she looks a lot like you but with flame-red hair instead of black.”  Ziorea smiled trying to make some peace.  “Cali even is an artist like you in ways but does Henna.”  

Onyx snorted.  “Cali, cute name but yeah don’t know her.  Or why do you want me to even bother looking for one of my mother's mistakes?  If your good old papa raised a half-elf right next to his pure blood baby more honor to him.” 

Ziorea did wince, her bloodlines had influenced the comfort of her life.  Cali’s own half-human and half-elf had caused her to be in the shadows.  They pretended no one knew who the father of Cali was.  The child had been raised as a lady-in-waiting to Ziorea with no hopes of pretty new dresses, titles, or respect.  

The silence that came from Ziorea caused Onyx to lean forward and grab the wrist of the elf.   “Look, there are reasons I have put distance between me and the life of noble elves.  They lie, hurt, cheat, and kill.  Leave me alone and don’t contact me again.”  Onyx’s own emerald eyes locked on Ziorea’s violet ones.  “I have to find her..” Ziorea pleaded not giving one reason why but she did jerk away.  It was at that moment she noticed Onyx has swiped her personal communication device as well.  “Give that back!”

“Fuck you, fuck off, and hopefully I can find someone to fuck me tonight..” Onyx grinned as she deleted her number from the comm.  It was tossed on the table next to the noble.

The rogue rose from her seat.  Without another word, just as quick as she appeared Onyx left Ziorea to her thoughts.

Mentions of my alts @just-onyx and Cali (Who has no tumblr)

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[ziorea]

February DWC Day 5 - Ambition

Often her ambition side was seen as chaotic or simply insane.  Just a few months ago she had jumped a ship and traveled to the dragon isles.  The word of drake riders whispered across the voyage.  

Once land and feet met Ziorea had left the crew that brought her over with a crazy idea. 

A drake to call her friend.  It was mistrust at first sight.  She was quick to adore him and try on names.  The lady was torn between Geoffry and Apep.  Since the drake would not tell her what to call him she had to let him pick between her own choices. The name Geoffry almost caused her to lose a limb from a temperous bite.  His new nickname Apep accepted by both. 

While dragons shifted, drycthry mingled among the other races,  Apep stayed forever in his drake form.  He spoke in the way of body language and quick snaps of his teeth or tail.  His color not quite bronze, more of an off-color mustard.   The size of the beast, big enough to hold her and her enchanted bags.  The young drake was not known for his strength. 

His speed?  Blinding.  Ziorea had to barter her soul away with a goblin to make bright pink goggles to wear while riding Apep. 

The pair were often seen jetting through the skies.   Often Ziorea’s cries were a mixture of pleads for him to listen to giggles as he barreled rolled out of play.   Her true secret ambition of becoming his rider was locked away. 

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[ziorea]

DWC Casualty/flirt

Why could her mind not settle down to enjoy the show, the same one she saw a year ago.  When she fell in love with the performers and their art.  Tonight, it was just lights and noise.  She was there in body but not in mind.  A year.  It had been a year. 

She had come to flirt, maybe take someone home.  Try on a sexual experience beyond just the nearly nude clothing she wore.  Expectations placed on herself, by herself had been high for tonight.  This was to be the night, she would shred away her lingering nobility.  

Each one of the expectations crumbled as she stared at the stage not even seeing the performance in front of her. 

The vanishing sister,  no communication just gone.  Another had done so, hurt her loved ones.  Fiorenze her name.  Ziorea had witness her come back, friends did seem to love her still.  If she herself was to return home, it would not be the same. 

It would be different for sure, she fled expecting to be chained up and dragged back.  Torture was often treatment for those who misbehaved.  The curse of a Nightfall bloodlines would be bled back into her veins.   Yet no one came for her,  a full year! Not one message from Zion the twin, not one goon of her fathers placing shackles on her wrists.  

Even by now Zion’s kids where walking, his marriage bestowed by their father, cherished by all.  The innocents of them unaware of the plans made behind locked doors.

Yes she missed him, her brother who shared the same childhood but she always be the shadow to his light in their father’s eyes.   Her title was to be used to tie more lines and claim land.  Her body just a factory for a cause. 

She was not another casualty of nobility, a promise she made herself.  She would not be  married for profit and plans of future wars.  

Ziorea was here in front of carefree people.  Who celebrated love and flirting, who teased about relationships and sex.  They did not threaten it to make others stay in line.  She tried to feel safe, to be in the moment. 

Yet all she could see was the shadows closing in.  Why did they not come for it?  Why was she allowed to be so carefree? 

(Art found here )

Mentions @fio-renze

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[ziorea]

February Daily Writing Challenge Day 1 - Love is in the Air

“Come back to bed love, the sun isn’t even up.”  Her hands reached for him only to grab air.  

“I need to walk.  Rest the babes need it.”  From the oversize bed he rose leaving the swell of his wife bundled under the layerse of blankets.  Barefoot and nude, Lord Nightfall strolled away from the bed to stare out the large windows of his wife’s manor.  The human lands would never be home, but the land now was his to do with as he pleased.  

Would his sister actually be enjoying “Love is in the air”  the thought crossed his mind as he glance back into his own room.  Petals of roses sprinkled over the floor from the night before, candles littered every open spot, even three giant teddies present to his wife who carried his own twin.  He had made sure his wife was spoiled during the holiday of love. 

Yet his mind was on Ziorea.

The one he grew up with playing swords and beating down for some many years.  Then she found her feet and speed. The only way to win was hit her hard, before her quickness wore him out.  While she drifted off in classes, it had been his job to give a quick elbow to the side and make her focus.  Ziorea was the dreamer, he had the burden of being the doer. 

As they aged, his interest in a spouse and pleasing their sire took over.  Her need to see the world caused rebellion that brought them apart. 

The stars above held his attention as he thought of the other Nightfall lost out there. 

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[ziorea]

DWC Trauma Day 6

TW: Blood, torment, Childhood trauma, death

Her mother cries still haunted her.  Ziorea had only been six the first time her mother tried to rebel.  To speak against the plans for the future. 

“Close your eyes!”  Her mother pleaded both her children.  Her brother listen, while Ziorea kept her own wide open.  “Look away please..”  soon blurred into screams of agony as the masked faces peeled flesh from muscle.  Two of them held her beloved mother in place to keep her from falling forward.    Blood spilled down to the wooden floors forming a puddle by tied bare feet.  Her mother forced to stand facing her twins palms open to the ceiling above. 

There felt to be no joy in the actions from the figures, only duty.  Puppets strung along by invisible strings both figures seemed clueless about the children at the feet of their mother. 

“STOP IT! STOP HURTING MOMMY!”  Ziorea remembered her own childhood voice before the blackness took over.  No one had touched her. Why did she black out?

Her mother sweet voice calling her down to breakfast that morning as if nothing happen.   No one would talk about it, not even her brother.   Just as if it was yesterday Ziorea could remember sneaking down into the cellar where it took place to look at the wooden floor.  Blood should have stained it.  So why were there no signs?  

Each time she brought it up, her mother pulled her close as one might when their child had woken from a chilling nightmare.  “My lovie, your mind is a wild one.  Your gift with shadows and the void makes you strong but also haunts you with whispers of lies.  Trust me darling, mommy is okay.”  Her brother shook his head and begged her to stop speaking of the horrific nightmare. Often Ziorea was scolded for making him cry when she brought it up. He told her over and over, nothing had happened.

Alone a million miles away, her heart ached once more for her mother.  Ziorea had laid her to rest about this time last year. “Trust me, darling.”  The last words were whispered as the mother faded away with an unknown illness.    The loss of the Nightfall Lady shook the families’ cores.  

“Mother, I trust you..” Ziorea whispered to the empty air.  “I just don’t trust them.”

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[ziorea]

The lonely traveler

---It is twins---

The message was left on read.  Ziorea could not bring herself to scroll through the other messages he sent to her or her replies.  There was no exclimation point, nothing more added to his message.  Just a simple --It is twins---

So badly she wanted to say “Like us!”  Or perhaps “Dad would be proud..”  mostly she wanted to scream at him.  “Why are you doing this to them ?” 

He reasoning to sent the message was bait to bring her back to him.  

Bait she would not take.   After all this time, all the lessons they where forced to sit through he fell into the trap.  A trap he wanted to drown her in as well.

She was finally free, living a life she dream while being forced fed lessons on a silver spoon.

Yet this life was lonely.  For she was too afraid to let herself grow close to others.  How she craved the long nights of conversation.  The feel of her hair being played with, the warm touch of a hug, or a silly story that left everyone in giggles.  Her childhood was rose-tinted from the glasses she wore growing up.

Now that she knew what the future was supposed, Ziorea had fled.  The elders of the Nightfall has plans long before she even knew her first spell. Plans they had agreed to run away from, but he did not. He obeyed.

So far they left her alone, but she doubted that would allow it for the rest of her life.  At some point, the noose would be placed around her neck once more.

Her finger hovered up the block option.  It trembled, knowing it would be the best choice.

Instead, she simply closed her communication device.  After all, he was her twin.

[ziorea]

[TT]: Why did she want to run away from her family so badly?

*Ziorea Nightfall, you cannot just run off with whoever you find cute. Your father is picking out the perfect husband for you. You must obey his wishes* *Zio, don't make that face at your brother. You are a lady, not a child* *Your mother did not listen so we had to reset her* *We spent hours talking about this, yes you will have children and yes they will join the ranks of the Nightfall. Your blood and talents are not going to be wasted on your silly dreams* *Less talk and more listening Zio*

*Stop asking questions you do not want answers for* *Z please, it isn't that hard to do as they ask. Just do it and you will live a life of comfort.*

Each whisper haunted her. Many she voided from her memory. These were the kinder ones. To them, she was just a broodmare. Her own dreams did not matter. As long she obeyed and was part of the bigger picture the elders had planned. (Some of my other writings have hints to it too but most will be rp to find out?) @saltsparkle

[ziorea]

Ziorea Nightfall. Pictures and AI creations done for her by different friends. This is prior to Dragon Flight. Hair might be a different color now.