#zaliki

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Ajani's Mantra

"He hasn't returned to the Cloud Forest. But I can still sense his calming presence." —Zaliki of Naya

Artist: James Paick TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[wckedmoons]

( MADELYN CLINE | SHE/HER | CISFEMALE ) spotted! isn’t that ALIANA EMBERSON wandering through the courtyard? the distinctive TWENTY-SEVEN year old is a THIRD rider in the RIDERS quadrant who wields ACOUSTOKENISIS ( SOUND MANIPULATION). they are apart of the FIRST WING + FLAME SECTION as a SECTION LEADER with their RED ( DAGGERTAIL ) dragon named ZALIKI. they are widely recognized as INTUITIVE and OBSERVANT, yet they can be quite  HYPOCRITICAL  and DECEITFUL when provoked. i guess we’ll find out more about them as time goes on but they already give me the vibes of … NOISES THAT CAN'T BE EXPLAINED BUT THEY DEFINITELY HEARD, BRAIDS THAT SHINE IN THE SUN LIKE THEY'RE A REAL CROWN AND  ACCIDENTS THAT LEAVE YOU WITH MORE THAN A BRUISED KNEE & SCORCHED FIRST YEARS WHERE HER DRAGON LOST HIS TEMPER.

THE BASIC NEED TO KNOWS:

full  name: aliana auriel emberson.

age: twenty-seven.

height: 5'6

sexuality: bisexual & single.

parents: scribes, nameless to anyone that asks ( jasper & auriel emberson.)

siblings: none.

role: flame section leader, first wing. has just been promoted from squad leader.

dragon: a male red daggertail, named zaliki. z has had two previous riders before aliana and was un-bonded for around twenty years and remains one of the biggest reds known to date. .

relic: a smaller looking red dragon at the bottom of her spine, his tale sitting at the top of her bum, surrounded by a halo the dragon appears to be bowing - visual.

scars: following loosing a challenge aliana has a long and ugly scar that runs from across her shoulder up the side of her neck to the base of her jaw, she often tries to hide it with her hair seeing it as her ultimate point of failure.

negative traits: hates the sound of anyone eating, any repetitive sound really and supposed to or not she will mute you. is horrific before coffee, always seems to be wearing the same thing but has lots of the same clothes, double standards on loyalty.

positive traits: will protect anyone she decides is worth it, even to the death, depending on who you ask she's rather lenient with the codex if she's decided it's for the greater good. can source just about anything, will remove noise for anyone to get a really good nights sleep.

A SHORT INTRO:

Born to two scribes, both of whom were loud and against the rider lifestyle there was not a single person that expected Aliana to walk her way towards the riders quadrant and face the parapet without a single ounce of training in her. whilst she had height for a girl, she had no muscle mass, no balance and no one that was going to be looking for her to succeed.

She did however, making one of the first bonds in her threshing year, just third to land on the fighting field as her red daggertail chose her. She has been trying to prove that she was worthy of him ever since and to this day she often finds herself staring at him in awe whenever he is around her, something Zaliki finds rather odd and irritating.

Her manifestation was no surprise to anyone and came about mid challenge day when suddenly, everyone was silent after the noise got to much for her and she drew every piece of sound she could cling to and threw it away.

Ali no longer speaks to her parents given her choice, but wouldn't change it, she's quiet and sometimes impatient with a lot of people, but she was born to be a rider and she's a damn good one. Unknown to everyone, she keeps a hidden box of letters updating her parents on things that have happened other since she joined the school, just incase one day they change their mind and want to know about her and she forget anything they might think was important.

Is a newly appointed section leader, trying not to let power go to her head, but she really does have natural leadership skills no one ever thought to test in her.

CHARACTER QUESTIONS:

what is/was their family and early life like?: Aliana was born to two quite scribes who never wanted a shining light on their family. They forbid Aliana from entering the riders quadrant and told her that she would not be welcome with their family any more if she chose such a path of violence. She packed her bags and walked out on them the day they offered her an ultimatum. 

do/did they have any skills and/or interests before coming to basgiath?: Before she came to college Aliana liked to learn to make things with her hands, deciding from a young age that she was going to be a rider despite her parents wishes she was always outside finding something she could turn into a survival weapon, convinced one day it would be her and her dragon against the world. She also likes to cook but it's wise to stay away from that, she was taken off breakfast duty very quickly after her whole year was throwing up following her attempt at breakfast muffins. 

why did they choose to attend basgiath?: They wanted to be something greater than her parents, she wanted to be the people that stories are written about, not a person that tells the story. Whilst she will always claim not to be power hungry, there was something in her seeking to be a very part of her own legends. 

what are their goals for the future?: Aliana intends on being a general one day, she is still bitter that she didn't manage to make it to Wing Leader but she knows that it's still possible should anything happen to any of the current leaders and intends on staying in a fighting position for that to happen. She knows that right now, her goal should be stay alive, but she really cares about staying known in history so that walking out on her parents never turns out to be for nothing. 

[ruki--mukami]

🎀 Dunno if you're still doing this but, putting Lukas and Kai aside, lemme put down... 📏 + Zaliki ( 6'2" ) and 📏+ Asra ( 5'3" ) 🎀

"Who are you and just how did you attain such an exceptionally tall stature?" The Vampire questioned in slight surprise, concealed behind his usual display of apathy. "You seem to carry the scent of an undead being, yet you are neither Vampire nor Vibora. Ah, you must be... a member of the Adler clan, are you not? I can't say I've ever met someone from that region of Makai before. Up until now, I've only read about them in various literature from my benefactor's repertoire. Based on your rather aureate attire, I assume you hold ties to the royal family. In any case, it's not every day I meet someone around the same height as my brother, Yuma. Lesser still a woman, at that."

"Ah, and this must be your servant. A Ghoul, are you not?" Ruki looked down at them with wary eyes before averting his gaze back to the unknown woman. "What a curious combination. Side by side, the two of you couldn't be more different from night and day. Ghouls are meant to serve the upper class of demons, Adlers included, and yet your retainer is much shorter than you are. I suppose that can only mean their talents lie elsewhere," he turned to the blonde individual once more. "Somehow I sense that your relationship is more than that of master and servant, though."

[iricathel]

Sober Irina talking about her relationship with alcohol vs Zaliki

[@princesscrownprince]

[princesscrownprince]

『 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 』

— ❝ As the title said, thank you for 100 followers! I'm not quite sure how to go with this since this is my first time ever making a post like...this. HAHAHA BUT, I am very grateful for those who have followed me and my little Diabolik Lovers blog. I never would have thought that this blog would ever gain this much followers, and for that, I sincerely thank you all. To celebrate this little thing, I've decided to join in the whole child event bandwagon and I'm here to happily present to you the younger versions of my OCs! That is all and thank you once again! Feel free to drop into my ask box or comment a 🎀 on this post if you want me to drop into yours instead. Enjoy! ❞

【 TRIGGER WARNING : CHILD ABUSE & GHOUL SL*VERY 】

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 — 𝟏𝟎

❝ This is okay... You can do this, Lukas. You're doing it for him. Just smile. Everything will be alright. Just keep smiling... I'll be alright... ❞

𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 — 𝟏𝟎

❝ Lukas this; Lukas that! What's so good about that guy anyway? To have father's attention all to himself... I'll show him. I'll show everyone. I'll get father's attention, and mother's too. As the Alischer heir, I'll prove my worth...! ❞

𝐙𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐈 — 𝟏𝟎

❝ LOSERS! WEAKLINGS! Can't catch me now, can you?! HAHAHA! No one can ever catch the great King Zaliki! Bow down to my greatness and feast your eyes into my eminence! ❞

𝐀𝐒𝐑𝐀 — 𝟏𝟎

❝ ...It hurts... ❞

𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐋 — 𝟗

❝ The River God...! I can't believe sister found this! Did she get it from the human realm...? It must have been so fun! I wonder how it looks like over there... ❞

𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒 - 𝟏𝟒

❝ Alright, Aroeris! It's a new day, and a new day means a new chapter in learning! Quantum physics... Magic and mana... biochemistry... To earn a place... I got this! ❞

[retelling-of-ragnarok]

Zaliki or Nunnally? (as opposites)

and

Nova or Nunnally? (as similarities)

GIVE ME TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS AND I'LL TELL YOU WHICH ONE I'D RATHER DATE

“Hm… For the first one, once more I’d have to say Zaliki. Once again, I’m quite biased towards others with so much energy~”

“As for Nova or Nunnally… That’s quite the question. Both of them have qualities I find interesting, and I’m sure both of them have stories I’d be interested in… So I guess I’ll have to choose [REDACTED]”

[crimson-mayhem-archive]

Perhaps it was a dare from fate or a dare from a certain someone who declares themselves as God; nonetheless, Lukas and Zaliki decided to take up the challenge with a Cheshire grin plastered across their faces.

They were the only two people out of their group who wouldn't mind performing such an act. Though it may be a surprise that Lukas even agreed, despite his initial withdrawal from any sort of skin contact.

This then led to this situation :

Two towering individuals stood from each side of Virek. They slightly crouched down and placed a hand on the other's shoulder, and soon, they leaned in. Two pairs of lips pressed against Virek's cheek simultaneously, leaving a red stain as they parted away seconds later.

"Mission!" Zaliki started with enthusiasm.

"Accomplished~!" Lukas ended with a chuckle.

🎀 I couldn't help myself— 🎀

🥀 HELP THIS IS CUTE— 😭 🥀

「 come into my inbox and give my muse a kiss for any reason. 」

Virek had no idea how to react to such an assault. Something so… Childish and lighthearted. Especially when the two strangers sounded so enthusiastic about their little stunt.

And, feeling the stains left behind on his cheeks, the human’s eyes fell closed. He wasn’t angry, not in the slightest. Just a bit surprised… And confused. He had met Lukas only once, briefly— But the other he had no clue about. No matter…

❝ Well now…❞

❝ Is this how you both make new friends… Or am I just special?❞

[dinobeates]

Christmas/Holiday Season 2021!

[phoxnsparky-blog]

    Here's a random character I decided to design for the fun of it. She's a bit of a rogue who's trying to do the right thing. Madeleine is actually not human but a strange race who tend to be down right evil, so it's a little weird that she's attempting to do the right thing. She's from the ancient time period in my story.                

[tatirey]

View full pic on Flickr -  ♥→ 𝓓𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼 ←

TOP1SALON - HD LOTUS LIPSTICK (Genus)

Avada~ Ballerina Zaliki Nails -  #BIGGIRL,

Blueberry - Alena - Wrap Around Waist Jacket 

MOWIE - "Seinab" Skirt [Maitreya]

MOWIE - "Seinab" Top [Maitreya]

Sintiklia - Hair Wenna 

-MONCADA PARIS- Oversized Eyewear

Thanks for your visit 📸✨

[shurima-demigod]

"Im surprised shurima still stands. With and without the poros." A lioness has emerged.. {Hello have a zaliki-}

“At this rate, we will be buried back beneath the sands,” he said, sighing and shaking his head.  “I sometimes wonder why people do not listen to me when I speak...”

[iricathel]

🎀 🛏️ — Zaliki @ Irina 🎀

Send 🛏️ for my Muse’s reaction to yours suddenly using their lap as a pillow.

The blonde raised one of her eyebrows slightly surprised at the relatively calm proximity of the tall Adler, however, she simply smiled softly to slide her fine fingers between the straight jet-black strands, gently combing the bangs to make it presentable and in the end she finished caressing the long locks, combing them with her fingers. "Eeh.... This is quite unusual of you, Zal." Irina giggled gently.

Wrapping one of her arms around Zaliki's head as if she were cradling it, the Owl gently moved her legs from side to side in a rocking motion to help her fall asleep. "There, there.... I really appreciate this chill side of you... heh, it's kinda cute too." Irina flattered in a low voice so as not to disturb her sleep as she admired her from above.

Zaliki was too energetic for Irina's liking, and from time to time her shrill voice caused ringing in her sensitive ears, but she let it go as she really valued the woman having a truly pure and good heart, something quite rare to find even in the human race.

"Hope you have a good rest... Sleep well." The blonde whispered as she massaged her hair to help her doze off.

[princesscrownprince]

@retelling-of-ragnarok/Gwen : What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Zaliki : The car takes a screenshot.

[retelling-of-ragnarok]

"WOW! WHERE THE HELL AM I?" Zaliki exclaimed with a large smile while Asra stayed alert of their surroundings. One moment they were talking to each other at the dungeon, then the next they appeared on an unfamiliar place. Although it barely affected Zaliki who was eager to explore the unforseen place before, Asra was the complete opposite. Being out in the open terrified the young ghoul that they wondered if this was the work of their... Previous... Owners? Asra couldn't exactly tell. It felt right to say but a large portion of their memory was blank. Did they perhaps have owners before? Thinking about it only made their head hurt, and so instead, they focused on protecting Zaliki. It would be troublesome if something happened to the princess while in their presence. Asra would surely be killed.

"Princess... Please stay put... You might get hurt..." Asra quietly said.

"Hah?! I... Well, I guess I could get lost BUT I'M NOT STAYING PUT BECAUSE I COULD GET HURT, OKAY?! I'M KING ZALIKI! NO ONE COULD EVER DEFEAT ME! " Zaliki responded with a boisterous laugh that left Asra in confusion. However, this moment only lasted for a while when the ghoul sensed someone nearby.

They stood in a clumsy yet protective stance in front of Zaliki before softly yet firmly calling out.

"Who's there?... Show yourself."

Gwen sat on a branch, connected to one of the many trees in the forest they were currently in. They weren’t particularly sure where they were, exactly, but anywhere was better than Karlheinz’s home. They’d beed there for god knows how long, watching the crows as flew from one tree to the other…

That is until they heard a loud voice, coming from not to far from them— and an even quieter voice along with it. Jumping down from their position, they went down to investigate, small cape flowing behind them. Once they arrived in front of the pair, they took in the sight of them. They looked around Gwen’s age…

“Ah—? Hello!!”

Not caring who they were, or what they were, Gwen practically bolted up to Asra. Wide and sparkling eyes looking from them, to Zaliki, in rapid motions.

“Hello!!! Who are you!! Do you know where we are— Do you live here!! I’m kinda lost but this place is neat!!”

Smiling brightly, as their words fell at a quick pace, the child held out their hand.

“My name is Gwen!! What’s your name!”

[for-peace-war]

art by @idrawbuffgirls​

My second hour write practice (and Kelzack’s second hour drawing practice). With this one I used @lordcaliginous​‘ character Keleos, @diermina​‘s character Tsekani, and I made a small * for @mcsars​‘ story point because he did an awesome job of including Shub-Niggurath in his Conan lore, but I hate Lovecraft and changed it to Shar-Negrath, because well.  Lovecraft.  So those are my shoutouts!

Again, this is all just fanfiction nonsense, but writing other people’s characters is fun, so!  This is chronologically before Part I. 

THE GREAT WINGED ONE.

Follows Part I.

Part II.

KELEOS THE KOTHIAN calmly clanked his hammer to the choral chiming of his craft. Khorshemish was a beautiful city beneath an even more beautiful sky, but the clouds that surrounded him were belched from the furnace and stank of sulfur and sweat.  His hands were steady as he worked, for he knew precision was the key to success and a misplaced stroke was thrice as costly as one well-aimed. Sweat glistened upon his Kothian body, which stood tall and lean and tanned from the faint traces of Stygian specters that corrupted his bloodline.  His hair was long and black, ending past his shoulders and masking only some of the many scars that were interlaced upon his broad, well-muscled Kothian back.

His hammer clashed against steel, but the resonant sound was not what he had desired. It was shallow—hollow, a cheap replication of what he once knew.   Lathered in the sweat of a man’s work as he was, he could feel all of his effort—all of his desire, being wasted on so shoddy an outcome. There was no joy in that work; there was merely more that needed to be done.

He thought of his time as a soldier—when the only thing that beat to a steady pace was his feet against the ground at the command of another.  Then he was the hammer used to strike at the unprepared metals of Koth’s foes.  But now, now—he was somewhere else, and the soldiering that he knew had slowly faded into the smithing that he mastered.

“The sound is different,” a woman said from the door to his shop.

Her voice did not take him unawares—he had smelled her long before she spoke, and he knew well that she was aware of that.  Though the musk of manful pursuits and smithing may have cloaked the room, her scent was that of henna and burnt sage—of an exotic land not so distant, and yet impossibly foreign to him when he considered what she knew of it.

“Tsekani,” Keleos said her name as if it were a prayer.  He looked away from the cooling metal and to the Stygian woman, whose tanned skin was only a few shades darker than her golden brown hair.  She was not tall, but held the buxom physique of a Stygian temptress, and while quiet in nature spoke volumes if one looked directly at her.  The silken robes she wore beneath her cloak clung tightly to her slender body, recalling to mind their last conversation—of where they had last left off. Even then, her husky voice was fast in his ear.

It had been too long since he had seen her, he realized, after looking up.  It was too long since he had seen anyone that had once walked alongside him in the Accursed Lands—and too long since anyone, he felt, had seen him as well.

As ever, Keleos chose his words carefully. “You are alone.”

“I have not heard word of Zaliki since her travels to the East,” Tsekani said.  The three words he shared held a legacy of meaning, and the Priestess of Derketo had divined them in an instant.  If he were to be considered a perceptive person, then she was just as insightful.   But then, that had been why they had always been able to see eye to eye, wasn’t it?  They worked well together, in taciturn silence or shared interest.

But Derketo—no, she had turned to serve something more.  Shar-Negrath*, he believed it was called. The Great Black Goat of a Thousand Horns, was it not? The allure of the unknown was seductively pleasing upon her.

“You look well.”

“As do you.” She stepped closer into the shop but did not bother to peruse his wares.  That was the act of someone that had something to hide, and they both knew that anything that Tsekani had to hide was already well hidden.   Just as Khorshemish was a city built upon the ancient remains of a dark past, no doubt the Stygian woman was similarly conceived: ancient secrets were the skeleton of a body that rose gloriously before the eye.

He appreciated that.  Her compliment had seen him stand taller, which as he preferred a soldier’s bearing was not a great deal of correction, but still one that set the Kothian’s muscles to ripple in a way that only smoldering heat and manly matters could have built within him.  Of course, he knew that she appreciated him—and as his flecked eyes of amber indicated, he appreciated her as well.

“I have done well enough.”  The Kothian spread his arms slightly, indicating the shop about him.   Wherever a smith went, surely, he was inclined to find work—and in Koth, there was always something that needed to be done.  The shadow of the Scarlet Citadel was cast long many parts of the city, and he as much as any knew to both appreciate and fear whatever that darkness held.  Fear though, was not something that kept him at bay.  “But you are right, the sound is different.”

“Nordeimer steel seemed more to your liking.”

“Whetted in their blood, how could it not be?”  He gave a humorless huff, which might have been a laugh.  The Stygian looked at him directly.

“I have had a vision.”

“That is why you are here.”

“It spoke of a great beast awakening in the chilled depths of a burning hell.”

The Kothian weighted that statement for its worth.  Great beasts and chilled depths of burning hell.  It sounded like an adventurer’s task—and to think, he was but a blacksmith, plying his trade.  “We escaped that place.  Why go back to these troubles?”

“We escaped to be free,” Tsekani said.  “Do you feel free?”

“I suppose.” It was an answer that he knew cost him thrice as much as silence, but it was an answer that he needed to hear—that he wanted to believe, even if it rang with less truth than the shoddy steel he had bartered with from Shemitish traders.  

No, he did not feel free.  He would never feel free, he believed.  Working in his shop had given him something to do, but it had not freed him—no more than a draught horse was freed because it had been given a field to plow.   His muscles sang with sweet harmony for the day’s sweat they had earned, but they did not sing of relief.  They were tense, always, for he knew he had once been taken away and that just as easily one day he might awaken staked to a cross once more.

Only this time, would a kind wanderer set him free?

Was there truly any kindness in the world? Perhaps dying on the cross would have been the kindness.  But then, could he have learned of who he was?

Could he have learned of what they would all become?

“Your pensive silence speaks the truth,” the Stygian said.  Her voice was ever dry and to the point, denying the playful tones of she that had ventured to the East.  Tsekani had always been a quiet reminder of basic truths though.  She did not prevaricate—for her, the point was all that mattered.  The strength of her voice made him stand straighter.

“And what if it does?  Does this Great Beast of Frozen Hells promise freedom?”

“Freedom is all I dream of,” she said. “Thus, it must be a step closer.”

But how many steps did he have left, he wondered?  He was not growing younger as time went on, and though still formidable and well versed in combat, Keleos knew that the path between life and death was one fraught with many potential falls.  A man could win a thousand battles, but it only took one loss to determine his fate.

“I still think of our time together,” he said.  “In the temple of that woman.”

For once, Tsekani seemed surprised. She started, but he continued before she could speak.

“Not like that,” he chuckled. “But that woman served many gods—perhaps all gods, and there she was, as damned as the rest of us.  Did not one of her patrons think to protect her?”

“For everyone that did, four more damned her in jealousy.”

“Exactly. Freedom is a lie, is it not? We will always be bound by something.  Anchored. Weighted.  Kept from rising to the heights we might otherwise know.”

Tsekani drew closer to him.  Up close, she was surprisingly warm.  He did not touch her and yet he could feel the thrum of her body; hear within each breath she took the sound of her enchanted delights when men and women explored carnality in a way that exceeded nature’s demands.  Her goddess—whatever she may have been—had blessed her further than he had known when they were together in those accursed lands.  But her eyes were cool and deep dunes that whispered an eternity’s promise of treasures unknown.

“I will be free,” she said. “Those Accursed Lands could not hold me—no Frozen Hell will, either.”

Keleos mulled it over.  Her passion was certain—and he knew, deep down, that she had reason to believe in herself.  Had anyone else come upon him in that moment, he would have sent them away.  But the Stygian sorceress did not play games with men’s minds or their bodies, in truth.  Derketo may have filled her heart, but her mind was something else—it was something severe, sharp, and uncompromising.  “Fortunately, I have taken up fletching as a pastime.”  He recalled her skill with the Stygian bow.  It was not nearly as masterful as her necromancy, but then it was more reliable—and less likely to turn heads if used in the open.

“We will need a great many arrows, yes,” she said.  “And your best arming sword.”

That surprised him.  “You fancy yourself a duelist now?”

She gave him a quiet smile. “No, but Valenso does.”

“The Zingaran?  I did not see him as one for mountains.”

“He is one for the seas, though,” she said.  “One does not simply walk into Pictland, after all.”

In a flash, he saw the depths of her plans.  Caethe in the Pictlands—Valenso from Zingara.  Even Aesileif, who had returned to Asgard, would be somewhere nearby if indeed they ventured to Nordheim.  It truly was an adventure.

Despite himself, Keleos could not help but feel some of the tension in his back fading. Leaving as they had, with so much unfinished—unsaid, had cost him more than he realized until he was once more faced with the prospect of joining that band of heroes to face down another challenge.

A Great Beast from the Frozen Heart of a Burning Hell.  If he had another step left in him, then why not make it in that direction?

“Where do we begin?” He asked.

Tsekani’s smile became warmer.  “Where we left off, of course.”

[circlesmadeofglass]

✍ Zaliki?