tiiamate:

@daemonizing– – Forging of a P A C T. 

—- Time’s been set back. Two millennia into the past.
      Tales only vaguely reported about this wondrous age. When a savior was loved by his people, lurking as healing king upon Eos’ ground. He: the hope to bring the highest of creatures into his bonds. But these celestials; they spoke the language of the foreign, of the cosmos. He had been the one exception to understand and listen to their vocals and hymns without aching mind. ( In some way, a pleasing fact that the shrieks of the Leviathan would not simply scratch on humane eardrums for once. )  

       Oh, and she awaited this man already,
          in the depths of a construction made of stone and iron.

       Gleaming symbols were to illuminate the walls that these may not appear too shaded and cold. ( It was built in her favor long time ago by the talented and very first of Solheims residents, yet no one could quite know about this truth’s entirety ) Hardly did the astral offer her HELP to the small specks… but this royal - not only were the divine related to his bloodline’s roots - he even was chosen to bring the peace that they all craved in their despair.
 
       Once entering steps echoed within these halls and corridors; liquidity of water so clean floated in even image of her inner soul before his figure. Watching in skeptical manner her voice raised for him to hear. “See at last, the chosen himself has come to inquire the eternal covenant and support for his line, we assume. But know: freely there is no assistance offered from the goddess. Thou must prove thy worth.”  

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        And with that she would expect him to pass her tests. After all, a structure of a mind and morals so much beyond the understanding of mortals, it was difficult to agree. PATIENCE shall be his virtue here.

accounts of the archaic fortress rely heavily on the exaggerations of hearsay. ’ valorous surveyors encountering the murk of its passages if only to glimpse the residual might and wrath of a slumbering god. ’ that in and of itself was a fault of tongue within tale, as there was no god to be found —— but a goddess. a serpent imprinted with the prominence of constricting the seas into everlasting submission. leviathan, they call her — the intellectuals, at least — whereas others, conflicted by the supremacy of these untouchable deities, stigmatize her kind with the philosophy of a beast. to be hunted and killed, lest her waters engulf mankind.

heels enfolded with stillness, ardyn’s gaze inhabits every raw detail of the entrance to her lair. he delays himself neither out of trepidation nor avidity to please his people, but out of reverence —— the flavor of her name across tongue inciting vacillation to submit within her presence. a foreign reserve, one better suited for an exchange between the celestials themselves. this serpent would be the first to scrutinize his ability to implore; to beseech the stateliness of divinity. gentiana — gentle as snow — sheltered his request; a result of her gratuitous weakness for the love she bears mankind and his bloodline. dubious was the likelihood this leviathan would share such esteem. but perhaps she would prove both ardyn and his brother izunia wrong.

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appendages insinuate grace upon contact with first glyph. the pictograph retracts, an inanimate moan eliciting vigor of monumental structure. dust scatters, grime of stone staggering down the shifting foundation to the floor. maw of den agape, the inner sanctum of the uncharted beckons. hollowed nerves fleetingly graze his senses; nails communing such with warmth of palms. nonetheless, charisma is his mind and body’s successor — and with accumulated breath, assurance reposed upon tamed, idle lips, he steps forth. ascertaining the devotion of a creature who suppresses herself away from the world: an inevitability, and curiosity.

disconfirming the rumors of her ‘ slumber ’, ardyn is swiftly halted by a voice left unperceived until such a time as now — his ears coming before her. SHE’S QUICK. with an antagonistic synthesis of pitch, one deprived of his gift to comprehend their language would fear the helix of sounds uttered from the liquid reflection. accordingly, an incipient communion with her provides him an advantage. if he were to coax her from the womb of her labyrinth now, perhaps he could avoid the exertion of humoring the goddess’s mercy — that is, to venture through territory known only to her and the solheims who built its complexity. vulnerability leaves such a sour taste in his mouth.

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“ i would expect no less than a trial —— as it would be foolish to assume you share clemency with the glacian . how do you suppose we start , mmn ——— ? shall i carve the heart out of my chest , and offer it to you in servitude ? —— perhaps to bury it with what treasures you hide beneath the waters of your governance ? answer not from the specter you project before me , but from your own form , tiamate . ”

 

allow me

❛ Each night you t e a r apart a name, calling yourself everything but the light. ❜

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this is an indie roleplay blog for
Ardyn Izunia
from final fantasy xv.
( she / her )

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