[ at first, waking up suspended in water, having to kick himself to the surface and spotting a long, sandy beach, cloudy skies overhead - well, he begins to think that somehow, when he died, he was returned back to galahd.
but it becomes clear, as he drags himself to the shore, body full of aches and pains, that this isn't galahd. the thick fog is unnatural, and the scent isn't the same. the sand, too, doesn't feel right when he digs his fingers into it. so, not galahd.
but if it isn't, and he's not in insomnia, where in the six is he? his daggers are gone, but the wounds from the luci have faded - where his uniform is ripped apart on his arm, he can spot faint, silvery scars that have otherwise closed up. and, most importantly, he can still feel the thrum of magic in his bones, not the same as he remembers it but still there.
and, indeed, when he pulls fire between his palms to begin to dry off, it comes to him easily. but the sun has clearly risen, behind these clouds, and he's not ash.
nyx squints up at the sky, fire a writhing ball between his palms, and stays that way for a long time on the sandy shore, until someone approaches him or he gets moving on his own. ]
[ DRAGON'S MATCHMAKING ]
[ eventually he's given a bracelet and an explanation. being whisked away to help restore an abandoned island from sex sounds like... honestly, it sounds like some kind of weird kinky folk tale from back home. but this is his reality now, so he claims a hut on the beach that first night.
he wakes up to the sound of something outside. wrapped up in his couerl fur are his daggers, and on top of that is what he thinks might be a pufferfish until wings unfurl and little feet become apparent. it's some kind of fat, rotund dragon, smaller than his daggers. this one is a dark gold, scales shimmering in the light, and it chirps something at him before it offers a puff of fire in his direction.
he smiles, a little bit, and holds out a hand, letting flame alight to his fingers. the dragon seems delighted by this.
he ends up letting it sit in the hood of his uniform as he begins to explore this new place. it occasionally launches itself out, little wings flapping hard, to land on the occasional passerby and bite down on the shoulder of their clothes, trying to tug them towards nyx.
of course, nyx is quick to follow afterwards. ]
What are you doing?
[ his tone is chiding as he reaches up to grab the dragon in both hands, trying to dislodge it. to the person who's the subject of the 'attack', he offers a wry look. ]
Sorry about this one.
[ COOKING ]
[ after familiarizing himself with the island and it's offerings, he ends up gathering a few things. first, he finds a decent looking pot in one of the abandoned houses. then, he spends some time hunting down a bird-like creature and gathering some vegetables and herbs; some from the wilds, others from the greenhouse he discovered.
back outside the hut he's claimed, using one of his kukris, he cleans and carves the meat off the bird, tossing it into the pot he's set over his fire, along with some onion, tomatoes and garlic. as it cooks he slowly adds the spices; the scent of turmeric, chiles, ginger and cumin are strongest as he carefully minds the pot, adding water from time to time.
does the scent of a hot curry draw your character in? if they do, he offers a smile when he spots them. ]
I've got plenty, if you're hungry.
[ RITUAL (18+) ]
[ considering he's lacking any form of money - the handful of crowns in his pocket count for less than nothing, apparently - he's quick to agree to explore the ruins. he's grown up on islands before, and he has his magic and his daggers back. he feels fairly confident in his ability to explore.
whether he's going it alone or with a partner, he knows to trust his senses and he follows the shadows off the path, until they find the raised platform. he holds a hand out if someone's with him to hold them back, going up the platform first.
which of course means he gets the full brunt of the voices and the visions. whether it's because he's from galahd or the magic of the kings, it hits particularly hard, making him gasp out loud and falling to his knees, fingers digging into his thighs as he feels an intense wave of lust wash over him. ]
Okay. Sex magic, got it loud and clear.
[ he says it out loud, a little dazed, cheeks flushed. ]
[ WILDCARD ]
[ i'm down for any of the prompts, or any of the locations in erku as well, if you'd like find him taking advantage of the bathhouse, for example! if you want to work something out, feel free to PM me. nyx's info and kink list can be found here, and for ease i'm going to request 18+ partners for now. ]
nyx ulric | ffxv
[ at first, waking up suspended in water, having to kick himself to the surface and spotting a long, sandy beach, cloudy skies overhead - well, he begins to think that somehow, when he died, he was returned back to galahd.
but it becomes clear, as he drags himself to the shore, body full of aches and pains, that this isn't galahd. the thick fog is unnatural, and the scent isn't the same. the sand, too, doesn't feel right when he digs his fingers into it. so, not galahd.
but if it isn't, and he's not in insomnia, where in the six is he? his daggers are gone, but the wounds from the luci have faded - where his uniform is ripped apart on his arm, he can spot faint, silvery scars that have otherwise closed up. and, most importantly, he can still feel the thrum of magic in his bones, not the same as he remembers it but still there.
and, indeed, when he pulls fire between his palms to begin to dry off, it comes to him easily. but the sun has clearly risen, behind these clouds, and he's not ash.
nyx squints up at the sky, fire a writhing ball between his palms, and stays that way for a long time on the sandy shore, until someone approaches him or he gets moving on his own. ]
[ DRAGON'S MATCHMAKING ]
[ eventually he's given a bracelet and an explanation. being whisked away to help restore an abandoned island from sex sounds like... honestly, it sounds like some kind of weird kinky folk tale from back home. but this is his reality now, so he claims a hut on the beach that first night.
he wakes up to the sound of something outside. wrapped up in his couerl fur are his daggers, and on top of that is what he thinks might be a pufferfish until wings unfurl and little feet become apparent. it's some kind of fat, rotund dragon, smaller than his daggers. this one is a dark gold, scales shimmering in the light, and it chirps something at him before it offers a puff of fire in his direction.
he smiles, a little bit, and holds out a hand, letting flame alight to his fingers. the dragon seems delighted by this.
he ends up letting it sit in the hood of his uniform as he begins to explore this new place. it occasionally launches itself out, little wings flapping hard, to land on the occasional passerby and bite down on the shoulder of their clothes, trying to tug them towards nyx.
of course, nyx is quick to follow afterwards. ]
What are you doing?
[ his tone is chiding as he reaches up to grab the dragon in both hands, trying to dislodge it. to the person who's the subject of the 'attack', he offers a wry look. ]
Sorry about this one.
[ COOKING ]
[ after familiarizing himself with the island and it's offerings, he ends up gathering a few things. first, he finds a decent looking pot in one of the abandoned houses. then, he spends some time hunting down a bird-like creature and gathering some vegetables and herbs; some from the wilds, others from the greenhouse he discovered.
back outside the hut he's claimed, using one of his kukris, he cleans and carves the meat off the bird, tossing it into the pot he's set over his fire, along with some onion, tomatoes and garlic. as it cooks he slowly adds the spices; the scent of turmeric, chiles, ginger and cumin are strongest as he carefully minds the pot, adding water from time to time.
does the scent of a hot curry draw your character in? if they do, he offers a smile when he spots them. ]
I've got plenty, if you're hungry.
[ RITUAL (18+) ]
[ considering he's lacking any form of money - the handful of crowns in his pocket count for less than nothing, apparently - he's quick to agree to explore the ruins. he's grown up on islands before, and he has his magic and his daggers back. he feels fairly confident in his ability to explore.
whether he's going it alone or with a partner, he knows to trust his senses and he follows the shadows off the path, until they find the raised platform. he holds a hand out if someone's with him to hold them back, going up the platform first.
which of course means he gets the full brunt of the voices and the visions. whether it's because he's from galahd or the magic of the kings, it hits particularly hard, making him gasp out loud and falling to his knees, fingers digging into his thighs as he feels an intense wave of lust wash over him. ]
Okay. Sex magic, got it loud and clear.
[ he says it out loud, a little dazed, cheeks flushed. ]
[ WILDCARD ]
[ i'm down for any of the prompts, or any of the locations in erku as well, if you'd like find him taking advantage of the bathhouse, for example! if you want to work something out, feel free to PM me. nyx's info and kink list can be found here, and for ease i'm going to request 18+ partners for now. ]