Mordverse

Synopsis : Kugane being populated with au ras and hyurians make any other species stand out, and our two bunny-eared girls did not fail to notice each other…Setting : Kugane, 20 years after the events of DawntrailNote : first time writing and English is my third language. This is mainly to give a foundation for two of my OC in ffxiv which relationship birthed due to my friend's hunger for sapphic portrayal and my love for vieras, this made me want to explore possibilities for this race outside of the one bounded by the lore hence why this setting.ALSO THIS WILL BE REWRITTEN SOON TO FIT BETTER THE LINKS OF THESE CHARACTERS TO MY WOL

Shimmer

Just As any other day of the week, Dhel was making herself ready. Ironed formal wear, make up of high quality and ornate hair brush were at the reach of her hand as soon she would wake up.
Daughter of ambassadors of Tural in Kugane, being presentable was a must and so the first step of her daily routine.
Visits, gatherings and happenings were common occurrences in the embassy where she was living, maintaining an image was her duty. This unique lifestyle could be thanks to the scions of seventh dawn who, 20 years before, helped the contacts and alliances between the new continent and the east of “Hydaelyn as we know her”. Following these events, the creation of an embassy of Tural was much needed, and a pair of Shetona was chosen as a representative.Her morning was rather calm. She did not have any responsibilities but boredom wasn’t a friend of hers. This morning, she took the decision to try the clothes she received as birthday gifts the past week. Dhel was known for her elevated taste in fashion and so, many tried to gain her parents' good opinion by gifting their daughter unworldly gowns…
Several tries and strips later, she settled on this eastern dress that could amazingly fit the fashion in Kugane.She took her time with the try ons, but lunch was still not around the clock. Pondering about what to do while checking out the wall clock, she ended up making her mind and settled on going out for a walk. The embassy was near a beautifully eastern styled garden which was famous for its red wood bridge. That paysage would compliment her newly tried gown so well it would offer a painting worthy view to whoever would cross the sight of her…While the carefree girl stomped on the bridge, elevating her enough to be in sight of half of Kugane, she crossed the sight of a, like her, long eared girl, dressed in elegant but comfortable outfit certainly made with local fabric. She was beaming, but not for long, the idea of seeing what she thought was a tourist having a brief fun in her birth city made her smile fade away. With her posture corrected and mind focused on her duty, she passed through the gate of the Tural embassy, as business was awaiting the girl of summer wheat colored hair.No other than Walerina could be the business making Veena in Kugane. Now that she’s in age, she became the business representative of her adoptive parents, a pair of kugane hyurans merchants. Smart and loved by both her parents and clients, she was the ideal figure for tasks like the one currently assigned to her. On her own to visit the Tural embassy was a first, she couldn't fail her first impression.Visits were daily occurrences in the embassy, however Dhel never participated in them. She knew what they were from a young age and found politics and negotiations boring, making her presence very rare. The guest didn’t know that about her and a rumor spread that she appears only for highly esteemed guests…but the truth was indeed different.Dhel’s walk was pleasant, the weather was fair and the morning breeze were like a gentle caress.
Despite its great look and willingness to try it out, Dhel was not the most enthusiastic about robes, she needed to change. Beautiful things were of course in her taste but what she felt was most suitable for her were pants. It wasn’t a reflection of her personality, but an imitation of how her parents were presenting themselves.Walking through the soulless hall, only her steps were resonating. The luxurious heels she picked to compliment her gown had a unique sound which underlined that the wearer isn’t your common person.
The main hall of the embassy leads to all the rooms of the building and coincidentally enough the audience room was in front of Dhel chamber as she was reaching her door, the noise of another one being opened made her turn her back to have a peek., leaving the meeting with the ambassadors was Walerina. As she crossed the door, in front of her was Dhel who out of curiosity spinned on herself, making her robe turn with her. The motion offered to Walerina a view only portrayed in Thavnairian Romance movies watchable in magitek theaters.Dhel was left breathless by the silhouette of the person across the hall. Mesmerized by the girl, the beauty, whose lipstick was matching her outfit. Her big eyes didn't move, they were focused, they were hungry, they were yearning. The glint of her lips was intoxicating Dhel’s mind. A red so distinct the last who were so shocked by it were the victims of Dalamud…Walerina was stunned, for her it was a scene, and in her eyes Dhel was like an actor living her role. It was so brief yet for her it was a movie. That moment was not a sequence but the birth of the desire to play a role in her film. The girl she was bad mouthing in her mind some moments ago now appears to be her equal?, a viera born in the far east and to add to that, a glamorous woman. The mutual attraction was lingering every second that it almost felt palpable.Walerina had to remind herself of her purpose, the meeting was done and her afternoon was about to be busy. She had to press on. With a polite smile, she bowed and headed to the main door. She could feel Dhel’s eyes, she could almost taste the longing in the air…Dhel didn’t end up going back to her room but with precipitation went to the meeting room where her parents still were. She just peeked in it and received the immediate attention of the ambassadors.
“Who was she !?” Asked Dhel with a shocked and gasping tone.
She heard her name, which was all she wanted to know. Her chanting this name in the hallway could be heard by anyone in the embassy, and whoever heard her found her undoubtedly cute.She spent her afternoon gathering information about the girl she couldn't shake off from her mind. For an embassy like the one of Tural, it was only natural to know a thing or two about the merchants they work with.
Rapidly, she learned that Walerina plays the double jeu : a merchant during the day and a radiant icon during the night. Dhel of demure nature never had a taste of the city night life and even less the one of a woman she was curious of. Soon enough, her curiosity turned into desire.A spoiled child. She wants to obtain what she promises herself. For Dhel, being sure that she’ll eventually see the girl again wasn’t enough, it was like knowing dinner will be tonight but she wanted to eat it now. With Walerina in mind, she left her home to chase the shiver that strook her earlier the same day.Opening the door of the embassy offered her a memorable view of the dusk slowly swallowing the city, and that glimmer was also the call for the city's second life.
The air felt electric, this was the night district for her. Light from the colorful lanterns blending together on the cobblestones were hypnotizing her, as she compared their motion to a flowery field being struck by the wind.“Those lights were amazing”, she thought, her eyes fixed on the ground. She raised her head from looking at the stomped ground, and, in the heart of the district, amidst laughter and chat, she noticed her. Walerina stood at the bar, laughing with people, making her smile look radiant.
Despite the company of her prey, her racing heart only pushed her to approach the table with gentle steps. Each step was making her more noticeable to the public and to the people who gathered around the golden eared viera, to which she faintly smiled with a head tilt. She was known and her presence was commanding. No one failed to understand they had to make place.Dhel invited herself next to Walerina and with no time wasted she engaged in a conversation with her. Surprised yet inviting, Walerina smiled and followed her with her eyes until her guest was seated.“I wished to make amends for my earlier impoliteness.” Dhel said, a shadow of a smirk on her lips.
Walerina smiled and gave her a nod and so, in mutual understanding, they began talking about themselves and learning about one another…To be continued…

Synopsis : Festivities among vieras have begun yet one was left dancing aloneSetting : Before ARRNote : Second time writing and English is my third language. Finally, a ground for who is Mordiel and what is her relationship with Srebro. I wanted to be as faithful as I could have been with Viera lore and habits with their sexuality too.P.S :HUGE thank you to Amélie who did all the checks and made sure my english was making sense

Rosewood

A graceful, feminine silhouette was sitting on a fallen tree trunk. The profile of a tall woman, whose body was complemented by trained outlines, was resting on a bed of soft fallen leaves. Away from what looked like a mini camp spot, with its recognizable wood fire in the middle, Mordiel was stargazing. The starry night sky, framed by the long and old trees, turned her view into a kind of remarkable painting. The cold-toned moonlight was reflecting on her purely white hair; the pureness of her hair made the reflection so distinct that it could be described that the woods had a moon of their own.Or at least that’s how Srebro was describing himself in the scene he was spectating, as he came out from the woods’ darkness with a few branches. Putting down the twigs, he approached the woman whose body was fully revealed. On this night, she was feeling breezes, the night’s dew, and safety.“My guiding moonlight,” Srebro said while stroking his beloved’s white and shining hair.His presence didn’t surprise Mordiel; her revealed naked body in his presence was proof that she felt safe and comfortable next to him. It was also another proof of the strong bond between those long-eared fellows…She didn’t wish him a welcome back, nor did she move when she felt his hand in her hair. Only her eyes moved up to look at Srebro.“You picked up some twigs, but you won’t pick me up…?” Mordiel said with her distinct, mature-sounding voice.“I wouldn't like my flower to wilt if I did,” Srebro answered with a faint smile appearing on his lips.The taller than the usual representative of his race, Viera, didn’t argue and grabbed his lady. Mordiel was on him, leg locked around his waist, arms resting on his shoulders. They both locked on each other with their eyes, but not for long. Srebro’s head was slightly above Mordiel's bosom, and her heart was calling him.Mordiel had a particularity, of which only one person was aware. The color of her usually golden eyes would turn pink when faced with very intimate emotions.[...]

Viera villages had a common sense of sharing and working for the collectivity. Hunting, gathering, and sharing were what united the unusually tall and long-eared females of this race.
After she hunted for the day, Mordiel left her prizes in the stocking hut. That hut alone was the largest accommodation of the village, and the heart of it, making it the animated social gathering place. You could find in it a variety of comestible fauna and flora, which, like Mordiel, other girls had brought. The hut was bustling as always, maybe unusually livelier than any other time of the year. Many Vieras who returned from hunting and gathering were there as well, deposing or even bragging about their daily accomplishments. The village was inside a very large forest. The stock never ran low, and there was always enough of it. But this time, there was surprisingly double the quantity of food that was brought. This surprised Mordiel because usually they didn't overhunt or over-gather to not harm the ecosystem in which they lived.The groups of vieras were having chats about their hunting prizes, about the upcoming days, or even their future hunting. Their chit-chat didn't distract their attention from noticing Mordiel, who was grabbing fresh fruits and vegetables that could suit her dinner stew.“Excited?” One with a smirk on her face asked Mordiel.“Surely. Fully grown and so colorful, they must be a piece of heaven in the mouth,” Mordiel answered, acting cluelessly but with sultriness.The other Vieras gave each other quick looks and giggled, lightly disturbed by the way she replied. They did not continue the conversation with the passionate fruit gourmet. The women were disappointed by not catching any gossip from Mordiel, as she was known for many of her qualities; one of them was having the heartthrob of the woods desiring her. But they kept discussing as Mordiel was walking through the stock to keep gathering a few more things for her stew, they were mentioning how the males would be allowed to enter the village for some time again.Lost in her thoughts about tonight's dish, she didn’t reflect on the news. Such news, usually among Vieras, was immensely awaited since it only meant the mating season would soon begin. That sort of event happens rarely, every 2 or 3 astral cycles; the purpose of it is for them to procreate only. Typically, romantic bonds could be forged during those times; that is how Mordiel and Srebro met in prior…20 astral cycles ago. During these cycles, Vieras usually did not have much contact with their peers of the opposite gender, compared to people from outside the woods; gender was not a gist of affection. However, this did not concern Mordiel. Often during her getaways in the woods to harvest, she took the chance to find her crimson-haired swain far in the woods where trees were down and offered a verdant framed window to the sky.Mordiel headed back to her suspended tree home with what to fill her desires. Her hut was the most welcoming, as it never failed to greet people with a scent of lilies that called to be eaten as it felt sweet when inhaled, almost like a cake left next to the window to cool down after being baked. That scent was coming from perfumed oils she would blend herself, for her and anyone asking her one, and to that scent the lilies growing around her place were adding themselves. Not a single wilting lily could be spotted, not a single overwatered leaf; she cared so much for them as if they were a part of her. Petals white as her hair, the anther yellow like her eyes, the flower delicate like her skin.The woman was always content with the way her own spot welcomed her, but today her mind was taken by her bringing to start a stew perfect to forget the upcoming night breeze.But the noises coming from outside the hut were telling her that she wouldn’t be enjoying dinner in silence, nor alone. No one else walked like her; her footsteps were so recognizable that Mordiel already had her name on her lips, ready to be uttered.“Phes,” the smiling chef said as her guest crossed the doorway.“Hello, darling. It smells lovely, doesn’t it?”“You came to my home thinking it would be any different?”“Love, I meant your cuisine.”“Oh. It’s lovely, isn't it? You wouldn't mind staying to share it, Phesy?”“I was hoping to be invited,” Phes said as crossing the room to reach and lay on Mordiel’s bed.“You’re making me unsure about who’s inviting who,” the host said as she turned around to see why she heard planks cracking.“Later,” said Phes with her head deep in a pillow, to which Mordiel giggled.“Don’t mock me, darling. It’s not often I can let myself off. I was hoping you could treat me again.”“You sure picked your timing well for that, darling~, but who will you pick when they come? I heard it's soon,” Mordiel curiously asked while preparing the bowls.“If I can get her, why don’t I try my luck with him?” the bed-nesting Viera replied with a hearable smirk.“Phesy, I’m gonna poison this stew and make sure it's your last,” Mordiel said calmly.“Oh, love, you know I’m jesting! We all know he won't even put a foot on the village's dirty paths…Unfortunate, as he is quite a sight,” Phes states.“I know, right?” Mordiel smirks while putting down the bowls, the stew ready to be eaten.With their bellies full, the women lay down on the bed. They started chatting like good friends, and just when Phes started a topic about her younger brother Artyst, Mordiel fell asleep… The tiredness from the hunting and digestion had finally caught the host.“Oh- Mordiel…” Phes sighed as she stroked the cheek of the sleeping beauty.In Mordiel’s house, Phes was like at home; she even knew how many lilies there were in the hut. A detail that no one would try to attempt to know, as the idea of the number was overwhelming itself. Grateful for the meal, she took the initiative to clean the mess left on the table by herself and her host.A bowl slipped from her hands; thankfully, it was empty and didn't create more mess to clean for Phes. Unfortunately, the scene woke up Mordiel… With pity, Phes looked at the woken up woman that threw her a look of blame for waking her up. As she felt sorry for her, she approached her to comfort her, almost motherly, she placed her finger on Mordiel's lips.Mordiel knew Phes' tricks; she took her hand by the wrist and, with a smile, bit the same finger her friend had laid on her lips. With her second hand, Phes grabbed Mordiel’s head and pulled out her finger marked by her teeth. With both hands free, she was holding Mordiel’s head and looking into her eyes with desire.Mordiel placed her hands on the upper chest of her holder. She moved her hands down to her waist, tracing Phes' beautiful silhouette. With slight force, she pushed Phes on the side and took the opportunity to reverse the roles, with both of them panting.

When the sunlight pierced Mordiel’s hut, the golden beams landed straight on Phes’s face. She was already irritated, as it took her out of her snooze. Still dazed, she left the bed, leaving her last night's muse hugging tightly a pillow on the bunk they shared.To catch her breath, she moved on tiptoe to the doors of the hut. After putting a step outside, she took advantage of the fresh and greenly scented air to wake herself up and bring her senses back. As she leaned on the fence while looking at the village, a realization struck her so hard that it made her forget the feeling of waking up just 5 minutes prior.The season has begun today.All smiley, thinking it would make her also happy, Phes stopped at the doorframe and started to shout Mordiel’s name across the room.There were no responses, not even a noise was coming out from Mordiel, even after several shouts from Phes. Sighing and rolling her eyes, she went back to see her sleeping beauty, and as she reached back the bed, she cuddled against her, softly whispering to her ear gentle words to wake up.“Good Morning, Darling.”“Get off me, woman,” she dazedly replied, her kunzite eyes opening to check out who had ceased her slumber.“Come check out what is happening in the village!” Phes excitedly said.“What?”Phes took her hand and pulled her to the outside. Likewise to Phes, once she passed the doorframe, the fresh and greenly scented air of the woods fully roused her. Phes was pointing down at the village to tell her where to look. The two women gazed at the newly arrived commotion of vieras, both females and males, hence the wide open gates of the village.“He shouldn’t be hard to spot with that crimson mane of his… If he even bothers to go through the main gates,” Phes said while looking out.“Who?”“What do you mean, my love? Your man of choice, Srebro, of course,” Raising her eyebrow, Phes answered anyway, also pitying her that she woke her up.“He is coming? Will he come here? When?”“Darling, it's very early in the morning, patience, undoubtedly he will come,” Phes softly chuckled.“Looking at them all is giving me a headache. I’ll wait for this man inside.”“I’ll go and welcome my brother in the meantime! Just saw Artyst and Filmon entering together! I'll be down in the village if you need me, sweetheart!” Phes ran away.Left alone in her hut, she approached the kitchenette. Her fingers ran through the many utensils lying on the counter, and she started. The ones she was judging were left on the side. It was still early in the morning, and it was too early to cook.Instead, she sat down on the bed, which brought her out of her slumber. Her gaze did not move from the door, which she was heavily expecting to open any time soon. Since she had woken up, she did not caress a single leaf of her lilies. She did not greet them like usual, nor did she even move her gaze on them from the door once. The crimson-haired man was intoxicating her thoughts like a thorn in a palm…Her patience had limits. Her patience fainted. With her hands clenched into fists, she left her patience behind her and stepped outside. She noticed Phes was still having a conversation with her brother down in the village. Determined, she descended to question the pair about Srebro.“Where is he?”“I have not seen him at all. Artyst, have you seen Srebro on your way?” Phes asked her brother, who had more chances than she to have seen him coming.“Not at all,” The less talkative brother replied.“But I might know who will, darling! Go see his sister, Rozana! She might have heard the most out of all!”“Where?”“Do you always have to be this weird after we-” Phes stopped herself, exhaled, but pursued after letting out a sigh. “It’s the hut at the left of the gathering hut, you know you can't miss it, it's the only one that has roses around it.”Without replying, she left Phes with her brother. The woman, resolved to see Srebro, dashed to the hut pointed out by Phes, surprising the few onlookers who saw her running, as she was rarely seen rushing for anything.With force, she opened the rose-wreathed door of that hut. Inside appeared a tall, well-shaped silhouette, with crimson, wavy hair styled into a ponytail. A spitting image of Srebro stood in that hut.“You..”The startled figure turned, backing from the counter, and she revealed to her uninvited guest that she was the host of the hut herself, Rozana.In fury, the guest didn’t stop and closed the gap between the two of them. In a heartbeat, she seized Rozana by the neck, making her wooden utensils fall from her hand, and with loathing tightened her grip.“Who… are you?” Rozana choked out to her enraged guest, her green eyes widening out of fear.“You’re like him, you’re part of the problem,” the beast growled, whose fingers began to tremble. She was getting weaker.
Her aggressor's grip weakened, and she was abnormally blinking. The scene looked like she was trying to scare away a bug that landed on her nose, but there was none. Rozana struggled, eyes searching for an escape, her distressed look landed on the knife she had just put down before being visited.
Rozana’s hand lunged for that knife and, with a brief move, cleanly opened the skin under the breast of her assailant.Both fell to the ground. Rozana was gasping, catching her breath back, while Mordiel was pressing her trembling fingers on the fresh wound. Her blood was flowing, dripping through her fingers, trying to stop it.Mordiel looked back at Rozana. Her golden eyes met her green eyes, her tears dripping into the blood pond, slowly growing under her.“Where is he? Please…Where is Srebro?” she asked through her lips, she was biting off from pain.“Could you have asked right away? What is wrong with you? He traveled to Eorzea, did the chief not tell you?” Rozana panted, still in shock.“Please, forgive h-.”Her last word was inaudible as she tried to stand up, blood dripping from her lower chest and tears from her eyes. In vain, the blood loss made her lose strength; Mordiel fainted on the ground marked by her own blood.[...]

Through the slightly open window, a chill breeze was carrying the delicate rose, which was purifying the putrid smell of blood that had dripped from her chest hours earlier in the afternoon. The light rose-scented gust woke up Mordiel from her quiet, deep sleep. Lying on her back on a bed that felt comfortable, soft even, perhaps much too soft that it felt unfamiliar to her.Moving was an effort for Mordiel; shifting to her side was a struggle that was not common to her after waking up. She was in pain; the slightest motion reminded her of the still-open wound right at the bottom of her ribcage, causing quite a great ache. The pain was nagging her, but the discomfort of being under a ceiling that wasn’t hers was making all her strength run towards her legs.No Rozana in sight, no healer, not a soul, the hut was silent and unsupervised. Silent and felt like any item in the hut had eyes watching Mordiel, who was forcing herself to stand. Her legs trembled, and her teeth were piercing the skin of her lips. As she pushed the door open, the moonlight welcomed her, shining its light upon the whole village, which felt empty as the population was busy; the yellowish and warm lamplight beaming from the huts was confirming that.She gave a last look at the roses guarding the entrance. She was glaring at them for a solid minute, and for a moment, it made her forget the pain, as if she was finding comfort in the cardinal shade of their petals. She shook off her daze by grabbing a few of them with her..Back in her hut, Mordiel sat down and took the time to check up on the bandage she was wrapped in, surely by Rozana. She felt thankful that Rozana felt thoughtful even after whatever could happen. Mordiel’s memories of the day before were shattered, and any recollections were like images behind a fog. What was mainly nagging her were Rozana’s words, nagging like vultures around a carrion.Srebro would not come to see her. Srebro was somewhere she had never heard of. Srebro left her. He was far, and went to a land that didn't sound like anything near that, which the overcurious Srebro would explore between each meeting between them. Mordiel hated not knowing, being left with, despising being left behind.With the roses she brought and lilies she plucked from around her hut, she began to prepare. Crushing petals with her mortar and blending with tincture that could be found in quantity at her place. Becoming a pink paste, she applied the freshly blended mixture to her purely white hair.Once done, she was almost unrecognizable, familiar yet altered. Her new hair colour was like a signature under a contract, a gesture only committed in case of departure. Mordiel has chosen to leave the village, still weakened; she did not want to stay anyway.Weak, she did not go back on her decision and departed without a word, not even to her best friend or the chief. Unsure if she would ever return, uncertain if she would survive the adventure, unsure of the worth of her purpose. But she knew the woods, on the road, she took time to gather herbs and roots that would help her; the moss and trees were offering nice resting places for her overfatigued condition. In those moments of breath catching and easing her pain, she was thinking how she shouldn't be the one feeling that pain. She was only recalling the blood pond that was hers, the discomfort of thinking what led to it, and it was making her whole body shiver.The woods were deep, but not for a viera talon. She quickly reached the dry roads that led to the city she heard from Srebro. He didn't like to just wander in the woods, and often when they were reunited, he talked about that vast, dusty, and beige city named Dalmasca. From afar, she was starting to see it. The city, as she reached it, was lively, noisy, and heavy to breathe in, a shocking opposite of a village in the woods. Surprisingly to her, it was full of various-looking people, but her biggest surprise, which should be ironic, was the numerous presence of vieras. When they looked at her, they understood by her gown that she had just made the very decision. One of the leporit fellows who listened to her advised her to meet with a woman who knew ways to see Eorzea. That woman was Orkid, an Au Ra with horns black as night, her lips painted in the same shade, and her skin surprisingly pale for the region she settled in. She accompanied Mordiel, connected to Dalmasca, and helped her to take the vessel that would go to the borders of Thanalan.Here starts ARR for Mordiel…

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There is no chap 2 but I can tease you that the setting will be after Heavensward !!

Have a Mordiel Carpenter instead

Synopsis : Unknowingly they fought for the night that brightened their lifes.Setting : During ShadowbringerNote : It's not currently in the writing, I lied. Here's an illustration tease for you tho.