Burning Bright | Twisted Sinews
Xochitl reflects on friendship struggles in Eorzea, highlighting feelings of betrayal with Yumari and Garret while finding solace with supportive friends like Gohin, Briar and Oxomoco.
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Burning Bright | Gaining Momentum
Xochitl ruminates on the past week of adventures, the needs of the township of Nightcross, and the needs of those among her friends.
Burning Bright | Two Sides of a Coin
I never know what the Quicksand will suck into my orbit on any given night. Tonight, it was the apprentice of a former arena master that I only ever knew as Waldric, the Training Master at the Iron Arena spoke of the man often. He was a skilled unarmed fighter...
Burning Bright | Lasting Change
Xochitl and her friends are leading efforts to revitalize the devastated township of Nightcross in Tural. With friends contributing various skills, the team aims to foster lasting change and rebuild the community while navigating challenges together.
Lions Do Not Sleep :: 03
Shake It OffSoulfire Saga Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The warrioress made her way through the snow, breaking through the frozen snowdrifts; armored feet punctured through the ice-like surface down into the fluffier stuff beneath, sinking up to her knees. The tigress’ face broke into a grimace as she bent forward into...
Lions Do Not Sleep :: 02
I’ve been spending time in Ul’dah as my sister, Oxomoco Canek, was tending to some business with the Arrzaneth Ossuary. Long business, she’s been trapped in there for days or off on offical — but private — missions for them leaving me with little to do besides idle in the...
FFXIV Write 2024 || 2. Horizon
Shh-shh…Shhh… The soft rush of the sea lapped around the xbr’aal’s feet as she stood in the ever-changing sand beneath her feet. With each rush of the tide, she drew in a deep breath as she stretched her arms overhead. Warm Turali air was scented with the salty brine of...
[FFXIV] Lions Do Not Sleep :: 01
Thunderous rumbles rippled across the stands to the syncopathic beat of a thousand feet stomping in semi-unison amidst the guttural yells and bellows of hundreds of voices all singing out in a liturgy of violence and chaos. Merciless was the sun that glared down into the sunken hollow of the...