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      When Ysayle hears the roar, her heart stops cold.

      The sound is hauntingly, terrifyingly familiar. It’s been with her for years, resounding in her nightmare-memories when she dares to close her eyes. The cry is but an echo of Nidhogg’s fury, a call for vengeance for his slain brood-sister -- a rage still undimmed by the thousand years since. She remembers the pain of betrayal as though it were naught but yesterday, as if it were her own eye given to the mad wyrm so many centuries ago.

      And, beyond that, she recalls the gathering of the Horde for the assault on Ishgard’s walls. She is reminded of the horror, of the bile that threatened to ruse upon witnessing the dravanians’ revenge. Buildings aflame and children fallen and wreckage everywhere she looked -- a scene she never wants to see again.

      (A scene she never thought she’d see again.)

      But Nidhogg’s song of wrath is unmistakable, The chill that creeps into her bones and grips at her heart with burning, frozen claws is enough to make her clenched fists shake with barely-suppressed fear. Ysayle knows not of the magicks at play, but -- if anyone can provide an answer -- it is him.

      “Alphinaud!”

      Her voice is harsh with a mix of desperation and terror.

      “What is going on?” she demands without preamble. “Where is Estinien?” Ysayle’s eyes narrow. “I thought he and the Warrior --” and here she pauses, shaking her head. What she thought no longer has any bearing on the truth. “Does he know Nidhogg yet lives?”

@aetherflows

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@wyvernblut​

      Moogles.

      One would assume their presence reassuring, given the realm Ysayle hails from -- any semblance of familiarity in the unfamiliar city should be easing her concerns, and yet the woman finds herself discomfited nonetheless. Her encounters with the creatures had been harmless and she remembers them with fondness, but still.

      The strangeness of it all presses on her chest like a lump of metal, heavy and cold and rather unwelcome. (It likely doesn’t help that this particular moogle is glaring at her with a surprising amount of venom.)

      “Have I ... offended you in some way?” she asks slowly, eyebrows drawing together in concern. Ysyale can’t recall any transgressions that may have occurred, which serves to confuse her further, so she adds, “If I have, I offer my sincerest apologies.”

      She resists the urge to hold out her arms for a hug.

      (Moogles, even angry ones, are too cute.)

[icedheart]

Story of Ysayle and Shiva by Nagamine

[icedheart]

 vasidra:

      they were capricious creatures by nature, ever changing as the very faces of the moon & she would be left to adapt to their shifts, and in turn, change her own ways with them. a lifetime ago they had been but hatchlings, heeding to her words as if it were their very law, feeding from the very hand which supplied them, loving to those within their company. yet as the years went by, and she came to grow and they alongside her, so they came to change. those which once held their favor were no exception to their fury, fire breathed when and if they pleased, friend or foe, with or without command. more so then, when she had yet been of her home, as big as they had been that they could no longer sit upon her shoulders as they once did; caution be advised to any and all which dared approach her children.

              and yet how c u r i o u s, she found it, for them to take to one unknown without a moments pause. how fickle they were, her DRAGONS–today one may sniff at this woman in its curiosity, having escaped his mother’s hold and taken to sit upon the very crown of the other’s head, air to stir with the beat of small leather wings. a bold one, her black, to take flight and find his place by another’s side–not quite like his sibling, opposite in coloration to yet rest curled about the targaryen queen’s arm, tail wrapped tight about her wrist though the flick of his head could have very well served as indication of his own observation and curiosity.  a furrow of fair brows came to follow, though all but momentarily. curious, indeed, how this one seemed so well kept in their presence–

               mayhaps because she seemed familiar unlike the many before her.

          ❛ He seems to… like you. ❜  daenerys offered then, slow in her approach as if she meant not to disturb this one–as if she had not been already. ❛ Quite an accomplishment, truly. They do not oft take to strangers. ❜

                                                                ❛ May I? ❜

                         her right no less to retrieve her “child”, yet manner was not beyond her still.

        Of all beings she encountered in this strange, new place, this dragon is what surprises her the most -- not for its unfamiliarity, but for the wave of nostalgia that crashes down upon her with its presence. She remembers Ess Khas and his children, young Dravanians smaller yet likely older than she; Toh Y Thrah, the wide-eyed dragonet all-too-eager to leave the nest; and kind Vidofnir, mother and brood-sister both.

      And with these memories settling within her, warm and heavy, she cannot help but smile -- a small thing, the barest hint of softness in her otherwise frigid frame. “Hello,” she breathes, unwilling to startle the dragon atop her head. Then Ysayle wonders, for a moment, if she will get a response. As unpredictable is the city is, she is not foolish enough to believe no other realms bear dragons such as hers, the ones she considers family; nor does she fail to recall the other, monstrous scalekin, a danger as much to themselves as they are to others.

      ... Well, she hasn’t been harmed yet, so there’s no reason not to be amicable.

      So distracted is she that Ysayle doesn’t notice the approach of someone else until she speaks -- and it’s only by virtue of her natural disinclination toward outward displays of fear and surprise, lest they be taken as weakness, that she does not immediately jerk away.

      Bright silver eyes observe the woman before her, noting the graceful way she carries herself, beauty notwithstanding. Then she sees the white dragon wound around her arm, and isn’t that interesting? (But it’s a question to contemplate another time; Ysayle can only assume the woman also has some familiarity with the one currently making itself comfortable on her head.)

      She raises a single eyebrow. “I cannot imagine why he has taken a ... ‘liking’ to me,” Ysayle responds dryly, “but, I assure you, it was through no designs of my own.” The Elezen woman glances again at the white dragon when the stranger requests permission, and raises her hands in a small shrug, a gesture of slight amusement. “I do not mind.”

      A pause, before she adds, “Does he have a name?”

[icedheart]

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      She has never done well in cities. Stone and steel make for unwelcoming companions, she’s found. The air here suffocates her like a thick blanket, streets crowded and cramped. Ysayle wants little more than to be by herself, to retreat to a place in the sun and find solace in her own thoughts.

     It’s hard to resist the compulsion to look over her shoulder every few steps; the feeling of being watched isn’t one that she can ignore, despite all her efforts to the contrary. Curious, really, how Iceheart is a figure so prominent in the public eye -- yet Ysayle can scarcely bear being so much as looked at for more than an hour without needing to leave.

     And so it’s that thought that brings her to a park, small and bare, searching for a small space to call her own. Though the trees are not the large, sweeping affairs found in Dravania, the sight of dirt and greenery is enough to slowly calm her beating heart.

     Closed, then, are her eyes as she turns her face to the sun -- when something small but quite heavy lands atop her head.

      “What --” her eyes fly open and she glances up, startling the creature back into the air. Ysayle blinks curiously, unable to believe her eyes. “A dragon ...?”

@vasidra

[icedheart]

I am neither a saint nor a savior─just another sinner.

lady iceheart

[icedheart]

Without prior reserve, this is Ysayle from FFXIV. Her application can be found at /app!

Welcome to the hive, Ysayle!

You will be housed in apartment g-2.

You will retain the ability to transform into shiva form up to two times per day, for up to ten minutes each use. During this time, you will be able to fly.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod 『 』

[icedheart]

Hello, everyone - Ysayle will no longer be affiliated with Eridaenus, so please feel free to unfollow.

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“I ... see. A ‘vessel’, you say -- some sort of catalyst, then?” Her eyes narrow. “Not a living one, I would hope.” Though she herself bears Saint Shiva, she is aware that any kind of primal influence rarely bodes well. (As hypocritical as the thought is.)

“What happens to the corrupted Seraphim? Or the monsters -- hellions? -- born from the malevolence?”

“Well Seraphim, like me, have a blessed domain that protects a certain area. We can’t completely get rid of it but we can make it so it doesn’t overrun an area.”

“And it is pretty difficult. If a Seraph doesn’t have a vessel they become corrupt. And malevolence that goes unchecked creates hellions out of people, animals, and objects. It’s pretty powerful stuff.”

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“Hm. I see.” Different worlds, different rules. “A reasonable assumption.”

“What does this ... ‘blessing’ entail? Very little can sate the hunger of man --” her eyebrows draw together in a frown -- “and if malevolence is as corruptible as you say, I would think it very difficult to contain.”

“Well I don’t know what aether is so I can’t say no…But malevolence is an impurity that comes from the negative emotions of humans. It gets strong enough to turn all sorts of things into monsters if there isn’t a blessing on the area. I’m not sensing any here, though. Different worlds have different rules, I guess.”

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“Malevolence ...? A form of corrupted aether, perhaps?”

“I guess malevolence doesn’t move through portals? I’m not feeling anything…”

[icedheart]

      “Ah -!” The words surprised the woman, and she stumbled (followed by a near-miss of her toes from a slab of weathered concrete).

      In hindsight, she should not have been as surprised by the inquiry as she was. While Ysayle herself traveled through the gate at the base of the three towers, the Elezen woman simply didn’t consider the idea of someone else coming through -- until now, anyway.

      But, despite her surprise, she refused to forego her manners. “These towers are known as Anyx Trine,” she said, inclining her head toward the massive structures nearby. A pause, wherein she considered what to say next, before she added, “In Dravania.”

     “From where do you come, stranger?”

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if there was ever a moment where she felt more out of place, this would be it. she knew the risk of going through one of the pillars, though hardly expecting something like this. rarely was she surprised, though this new && unfamiliar place sparked her curiosity in a way she had not felt in a while. 

                 “ Pardon me, but I would be most grateful if you could tell me where I am. ”

the polite inquire ( which sounded almost foreign to even herself ) was directed at the one nearest to her.

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      It surprised her, at first, that there was a gate into Idyllshire; she had always known of the foregone scholars’ settlement, but never did she have any reason to visit. Dravania and its inhabitants were not kind to a casual wanderer, so the existence of its gate left her wondering -- what had changed?

      The answer, it seemed, was everything.

       What had been a cluster of beautiful, abandoned buildings had become a bustling hub of activity and trade, and -- were those goblins? (How ... strange.) Furrowing her brow, Ysayle took in her surroundings with a mix of fascination and longing.

      There were so many people here, so many adventurers who faced the hazards of Dravania, yet she found herself thinking only of the brave warrior she’d called ‘friend’. Ysayle was not so proud so as to deny the thorn of loneliness that pricked at her heart when she remembered their travels.

      The slow warmth of fondness spread through her body as she thought of the young Sharlayan scholar and even the insufferable dragoon. She ... missed them, truthfully; as turbulent as their journey together had been, she had not experienced companionship such as theirs in a long time.

      Then Ysayle shook her head, attempting to shoo away the memories, and turned to walk toward the large aetheryte in the heart of Idyllshire. Perhaps an adventurer could spare her a word of the recent goings-on elsewhere in Eorzea, or some such thing.

@y-shtola

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        She is lost.

        No matter the familiarity of her surroundings, or the comfort of a place she could almost call home, Ysayle yet wanders. There is none of the expected fulfillment settling within her chest -- the iron weight on her shoulders has not been lifted. 

          For so long, she sought to expose the treachery that rang the first note of the Dragonsong War. For so long, she stood as Lady Iceheart, steeling her heart and her mind against what was necessary for the sake of a world of peace and understanding.

          Is that not the future proposed by Ser Aymeric? she thinks, berating herself for the dissatisfaction clawing at her core. Ishgard is moving forward , and she knows that, but -- where does that leave her, now? The truth is alight and held aloft, so what more does she fight for? (What more can she fight for?)

        She leans against a fragment of the civilization from so long ago, a reminder of the time when dragons and man could coexist, and closes her eyes. Shiva is nothing more than a shadow of a being. The need for Lady Iceheart has dwindled. So, now, the question is --

     -- who is Ysayle?

@fleurite​

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Greetings. I’m excited to get started on Eri with Ysayle, so like this post if you’d like a short starter in Anyx Trine! Cap is at three. Feel free to message me or drop by my ask for any reason, as well.