SPEAKING OF MONSTER GIRLS i just rediscovered a thing i started last year and then forgot about
The grand escape from certain doom in a foreign land was going very well until xe fell off a cliff.
To be fair, it was not an obvious cliff. Nor was it a large cliff. It barely even qualified as a cliff. A ledge. A short drop. It was more of a slide than a fall, even. But there was a lot of shrieking, and skirts going in all directions, and legs going in two directions. It was almost as alarming to watch as it was to experience.
Lily Rose of the House of the Fifth Blue Star landed safely in rotting leaves and dirt. It felt a bit anticlimactic. With the amount of fuss xe’d made in falling, xe’d expected at least one broken ankle. Or two sprained ones. Either or. Instead xe was fine, which made all the screaming quite silly in retrospect. Dainty cloven hooves speared through leaves to find solid ground to stand on, rising up on spindly legs. Xe tried to straighten out xyr skirts, but only managed to fix about half of them. There were a lot of skirts. Xe resembled a layer cake made by someone with more enthusiasm than skill.
A layer cake which had then been thrown off a cliff. Which, to be fair: one might, if one was possessed both in close proximity. For curiosity’s sake, if nothing else.
Leaves had tangled in the ribbons wrapped around xyr antlers, and xe huffed as xe tried to fix them. Just because xe was mounting a grand escape from certain doom didn’t mean xe had to look like a ragamuffin while doing it.
All four hands froze at the sound of an ominous hiss. In xyr limited experience, most hissing was ominous. Xe could not recall having ever heard a hiss that boded well. Xe blinked, switching xyr optic sensors into night-mode to better see what lurked in the shadows of the trees.
Xe shrieked again.
Xe then clapped two hands over xyr mouth, because shrieking was both unproductive and rude.
She slid out from beneath the trees, five times more tail than torso and all of it much larger than Rose. She was pale opalescent scales and shimmering golden horns, black eyes and a blood-red mouth. Of her two arms, only one was organic; the other was gold, white light at the seams. Both hands had too many fingers, too many joints, too long, too sharp. Her open mouth revealed glinting fangs as she made more hissing sounds.
Rose squeaked, xyr eyes switching back to a setting less blinding. Then, because xe was at a loss for what to do, xe curtsied. Xe had a vague hope that it would cause enough confusion to buy xem some time. From what, xe did not know.
She scratched her chin, cocking her head to the side. Then she reached into the pocket of her doublet, and offered Rose a small sliver of gold on the tip of one finger.
“Oh!” Rose blinked in surprise. Xe had never seen a Shethi before; xe had not anticipated the size differences. Or the scales. “Yes, I suppose that would help, wouldn’t it?” Xe took careful steps closer, two hands holding xyr skirts up enough that xe wouldn’t step on them. Accepting the gift, xe set it on xyr tongue to press it to the roof of xyr mouth. It hummed, and the two of them waited in awkward silence for the data transfer to complete.
She reached out, and plucked a leaf from Rose’s antlers. Xyr ears twitched reflexively, and xe could feel xyr nose turn purple. She cocked her head to the side again, watching. Rose tried not to stare at her horns.
They were much bigger than xyrs.
Xe sighed in relief when the humming stopped, pulling the chip out of xyr mouth to tuck it into a small pocket. “Is this better?” xe transmitted hopefully.
“Much,” the stranger confirmed. “Why are you in my garden?”
Rose blinked again. Xe looked around them, at the little clearing in the woods. They were surrounded by nothing but dead trees, like a little graveyard amidst the towering red trunks. Everything smelled of rot and mold. Xyr nose twitched.
“This is a garden?” xe asked.
She reached for Rose again, and this time xe recoiled, because her hand was going for xyr bodice. She plucked a small mushroom from where it had been trapped in the laces, and held it up so xe could see. Xe covered xyr nose, as if that would make the blushing less obvious. “Yes,” she said simply.
“Oh.” Xe sagged. “It… was an accident.”
She rolled the fingers of her golden hand thoughfully, the joints all chiming as she did so. “I am Yana,” she said. “And you are?”
Again, Rose curtsied. “Lily Rose of the House of the Fifth Blue Star,” xe introduced.
“Ah.” Her face became distant as she processed this information. “You’re the gift from Koret.” It wasn’t a question. “Why are you here?”
“Diplomacy?” xe suggested.
“Not here,” she said, making a wide gesture with her hands. She pointed to the ground beneath them. “Here. You’re supposed to be at the palace.”
Rose fidgeted. “Can you keep a secret?”
“I can,” she said with an inclination of her head.
“I ran away,” xe said.
Yana scratched her chin again. “Between you and me,” she said, “I don’t think that will be a secret for very long.”
“Well, no,” xe agreed. “The secret is that I’m here.” Rose pointed to the ground beneath them. “I haven’t made it very far, you see, and if I could at least make it a little further it would be less embarrassing.”
“I see.” She steepled her fingers. “Your plan was to live in the woods?”
Xe scuffed her hooves in the dirt. “For a while,” xe said.
“And what were you going to eat?”
“Small rodents and large insects?” xe suggested.
“I see,” she said again, in a manner that did not inspire confidence. “You find this preferable to marriage?”
“Am I supposed to get married?” Rose asked. “I wasn’t sure.”
Yana frowned. “Did no one tell you?”
“I read the treaty,” xe said, “but we had some trouble translating a few things.”
“What did you think you were signing?”
“The point of confusion was,” xe explained, “I was either supposed to marry a King, or be eaten by a dragon.”
Yana shut her eyes, golden fingers draped over her face. “Those are certainly… concepts.” She dropped her hand. “Why did no one ask for clarification?”
“Then we would have to admit we needed clarification,” xe explained. “We didn’t want the Shethi to think we were stupid.”
“I see.” Yana had, Rose realized, been moving her tail while they spoke. It did not quite circle xem, but it came close. Xe stamped an anxious hoof. “So you agreed to come here not knowing if you were meant to be married or eaten?”
“In fairness,” xe said, “there was only a fifty percent chance I would have to marry a King.”
Hi there! My name is Cassie/Sea; it’s nice to meet you. Thanks for taking a small time out of your day to read this LFC post, I really appreciate it! If you’re interested in roleplaying with either of my characters, feel free to send me an ask and/or tumblr message for further information/my discord. ♥ Reblogs are also loved! Both of these characters can be found on Balmung.
Relevant facts about me include: I’m Australian, operating in the GMT+8 timezone; which can sometimes be inconvenient for those with strict sleep schedules and online times. I’m generally pretty flexible when I can be online as long as it’s not something like five in the morning, though I am just as happy ( and oftentimes more willing ) to roleplay over other mediums such as tumblr or discord. What is also important to note is that I am a full time Law/Arts student – so please expect some delays/inactivity during assignment/exam periods.
Samples of my writing can be found here. My personal blog is @ofsaltandseas if you’re interested in following that, too!
Note: Both characters below are on sideblogs and, as a result, cannot follow back. All asks/follows come from @gatheredfates.
Azuma Yumishi is the daughter of a well respected samurai and a Doman-born au ra who, up until a few years prior, lived under the thumb of Garlean occupation and rule. Deviating from her father’s craft at a young age, she took up dancing and martial arts in place of a sword; honing her ability under the cover of entertainment. Both were members of the Liberation Front – their home a place of refuge and armament – and, under the cover of night and her father’s surface pacifism and feebleness, they worked to try and train their people.
However, when Kaien was murdered and their city razed, Azuma attempted to escape by ship like so many refugees to the distant lands of Kugane and Eorzra. Caught in an explosion by Garlean magitek, she was separated from her lover, Saran – a Xalea au ra from the Kha tribe – and awoke on the seas with mangled legs and an inability to walk. Her life was spared, but her mobility and belief in her lover’s survival did not. Though she has since made it back to the East, Azuma works mostly in hospitality and record keeping – attempting to offer a safe refuge for those looking to fight and rebuild their homes – as well as liasoning with Firelight Trading Co; a merchant company who helped fund her travel and settlement.
RP HOOKS: First and foremost, I’m really hoping to get a house for Azuma with Shirogane come 4.2. In the meantime, and if that doesn’t pan out, @nightmaze was kind enough to share their residence with me in the Goblet – which functions as a bed and breakfast! ( Ward 8, Subdivision, Plot 58 ) Though there some tweaks I still want to make to the house, Azuma offers it both as a place for people to stay and holiday, and also as a waystation for people travelling to Doma. As long as some people are willing to sleep on the floor, she’ll house as many as she can. If you’re looking for something that fits the bill, please let me know!
Otherwise, if your character was a samurai/in-training, it’s plausible they would have known Azuma and/or her father before the fall of Doma; as well as fellow members of the liberation front. Though her lover, Saran, ( played by my boyfriend, @setheron) is technically a member of the Kha tribe, he left the Steppes at a young age and likely has very few ties to his kin. Though no one seems to have seen him since, it doesn’t stop Azuma from trying to find any and all information just in case.
Daughter of the notorious fleet captain Dimitri Swan, Koret’s life has always been defined by the absence of a dick and the ‘weaknesses’ of her femininity; to the detriment of any other skill or talent. With her father’s plan to bear a son jeopardized by death of his wife and the survival of his only legitimate daughter, she endures the brunt of being her father’s ‘blight’, and framed by a non-existent curse he believes was placed upon him. Because of this, her upbringing was far from kind; with her ascension and captaining of the small vessle Wolfsbane not the result of her father’s faith in her ability, though ability certainly exists, but of pressure and expectation brought upon her in his desperation to maintain his image. He will not rest until Koret is pregnant with a son, dead or disappears.
Pinning down Koret is a difficult feat, often because she is acting as a courier and tradeswoman to her father alongside her first mate Robince ( @emswcrth ). However, she is known to volunteer her services as a sharpshooter and bodyguard for Rexonus Fira’lux, leader of Firelight Trading Co., as well as run shipments for the company between Eorzea’s city-states and beyond.
RP HOOKS: If your character is associated with privateering and/or a general Limsan trade scene, it is possible that they may know/met Dimitri Swan in the past! If so, their opinion of Koret might be highly tainted by his negative bias depending on the value they place on his word. There is also some speculation and rumour surrounding Lily Swan’s death – Kor’s younger sister – concerning both her demise and that of her husband not long after her body was discovered. Whether or not they believe Kor had something to do with it is totally up to you – we can discuss!
Other hooks could include people that Kor has met on her travels; especially the various flings she has has had from port to port. Kor is a lesbian, however, so this would be limited to other women! Because of her father’s constant watch and fear of attachment, such relationships rarely last before the person is driven away by Kor’s cold personality or her abandoning them entirely. If that’s something you’d be interested in exploring, I’m open to ideas!
The bag of 1964 had a longer strap that you could sling on your shoulder. Examples featured here are by Lederer, Koret, Greta, Rolfs, Walter Katten, Eugenie Buchner, Lesco Lona.
The most august name would be French label Lederer, which started manufacturing in the late 1800s. Lederer’s mid-century alligator bags are highly collectible: some can still be found on eBay. Photo from Vogue 1964.
Amazing, this looks like so much fun! HOMEWORK for those reading this, your next San Fran trip will not be complete without going here and taking on the slide of awesome! Take pictures and report back.