❝ i choked on such longing i couldn't spit out. yes, desire is so different when god bore you hungry.* ❞
#wolfsbrine. A SELECTIVE, private AND MULTIVERSE RENDITION OF eldera wolfsheart FROM FINAL FANTASY XIV. AS NARRATED BY fiery since 2 0 2 1.
GUIDELINES
* fiery 28 they/any gmt+8
crossover, multiverse & multiship friendly.
GENERAL ETIQUETTE
O1 this blog is PRIVATE & SELECTIVE meaning i do not follow everyone back. On top of that, serious interactions will be reserved for MUTUALS ONLY. standard rp etiquette is not only expected, but required along with the willingness to have an open & honest dialogue. i am not skilled at reading between the lines and this means that i rely on you to tell me if something is making you uncomfortable, or if you have any questions/concerns. as such, the favour is always returned in kind and i will be upfront about any issues or queries from my side. don't blur ic & ooc. i use small text, icons & formatting. you do not have to match post length, but please give something to work with.
OUT OF CHARACTER
O2 i am a chronically ill & neurodivergent university student. unfortunately, this means that my activity can and will fluctuate. i always endeavour to communicate with my RP partner when life is getting in the way, however, i want to be upfront that unfortunately, my muse for roleplaying can vanish at a moment's notice and for an undetermined period of time. i will only follow and interact with people over the age of 20.my preference lies in both discord (* available to mutuals* ) and tumblr rp due to often lacking the focus needed for in game-rp. i do not see this changing any time soon, but i am open to discussion regarding it. i am always more than happy to just plot & discuss headcanons if we cannot match up in the way we roleplay.
shipping & interactions
O3 i practice multi-shipping, however i will not ship with more than one portayal of a canon character. i am open to shipping of any kind — ( inc. but not limited to: (queer)platonic, romantic, antagonistic, and toxic/unhealthy dynamics ) — however, it is to be stated that i will not ship (or roleplay, for that matter) with anyone who attempts to blur ic and ooc or cannot draw the line between fiction and irl.mutuals are welcome to invade my askbox at anytime. i reply as inspiration strikes & am always willing to drop threads as needed. asks will be answered in a new post and you're welcome to continue them at your own discretion. this blog is multi-wol friendly. if that is not comfortable for you, i have other verses available.
miscellaneous
O4 both eldera's story and ffxiv's story deal in dark and heavy topics and this blog will contain mature themes and references such as depression, war, ptsd, survivor's guilt, violence, blood, body horror, grief, loss, sexual literature / references, death, & similar subjects. i ask that you DO NOT follow or interact with this blog to any degree if you are not of age (18+) or uncomfortable with these subjects. nsfw content will be tagged and placed under a cut where possible.i am caught up in endwalker content. spoilers will be tagged with endwalker spoilers & * endwalker spoilers. riggers will be tagged accordingly with [ ____ tw / ] and i am more than willing to tag anything that i am not already at request. until otherwise is requested, i will only be tagging the most common triggers. if i miss a trigger, please don't hesitate to let me know.
last updated: 10th february 2022.
ELDERA WOLFSHEART
i’ve forgotten how to uncurl my fingers from the trigger.
age . thirty-one.
nameday . 4th sun of the third umbral moon (4th jun).
gender . non-binary
pronouns . she/they.
sexuality . lesbian
birth place . ala mhigo
residence . captain's quarters upon the howling revenant.
race . highlander, hyur.eye colour . emerald green.
hair colour . deep red with orange highlights .
height . 6'2".
piercings . multiple ear piercings.
tattoos . none.
scent . liqour, leather, smoke, sea water.
others . a tinge of eyeliner, fangs.
a woman wolf who knows of survival, of confidence, of battle.her life thus far tells the story of fire and war, of fear and running, of a home she had to flee in order to thrive away from imperial rule until she had made herself a home upon the shores of vylbrand and within the ranks of the maelstrom, of which she quickly rose up until she was named a storm captain for the foreign levy.many things changed over her time as a storm captain — the discovery of the maelstrom's misdeeds and crimes against her, thus leaving her disillusioned and beginning to draw away. a warrior soul stone, gifted to her by the very same grand company that used her sunken at the bottom of the briny depths. a journey to aid the ilsabardian contingent on garlean lands only to discover a father and sister believed to be dead found alive, one twisted beyond belief by the tempering of anima and the other turned into a resonant under their father's command, manipulated beyond belief to think that eldera was a traitor who left her family for dead. the ensuing fight — one that slayed the tempered beast — and the grief that compounded on top of what already existed allowed her inner beast the freedom it craved. with it came a ravenous hunger and a knowledge that what little freedom she had of her own would soon be cut short if she couldn't find a way to hide it. her last act under maelstrom command — assisting with the final days within thavnair until an "accident" (one that has left her with a number of new scars) left them claiming her as dead.such was the case until reports made their way back to the admiral that the wolf had been sighted. now the captain of her own ship — the howling revenant — and refusing to return and adorn the crimson coat for many reasons, eldera is on the run again from yet another place she had called home. abandoning her grand company and her position within the ranks comes with the label of defector and yet she revels in it, finding no shame in escaping the maelstrom's chains despite how many years of service she gave, leaving others to wonder which rumours circulating the taverns are the honest ones.having achieved the freedom she had been chasing, eldera must now suffer the consequences of her actions whilst dealing with the family legacy of a ravenous inner wolf that threatens her very nature unless she can learn to accept it.
EXPANDED DOSSIER
i don’t remember what it’s like not to have gunsteel in my bones.
occupation . captain of the howling revenant, treasure hunter, occasional monster hunter.
previously : maelstrom foreign levy ; storm captain (defected)
family . einar wolfsheart (father; deceased ),
kristin wolfsheart (mother; deceased),
geirhildr wolfsheart (sister; alive and missing)
likes . alcohol, painting, whittling, the ocean, hunting, combat.
dislikes . her father, the maelstrom, admiral merlwyb.
BACKSTORY
A CHILD BORN TO A FAMILY OF WOLVES — OR AT LEAST, THOSE WHO HOLD THE HEART OF ONE. A BLOODLINE, A LEGACY PASSED DOWN. SHE WAS A HAPPY AND RAMBUNCTIOUS THING, BORN A GIRL BUT NEVER SEEN AS ANY LESSER, ESPECIALLY ONCE A FATHER SAW THAT SHE HELD THE SAME SPIRIT SHE DID AND WAS QUICKLY RAISED IN HIS FOOTSTEPS — TO BE A FIERCE WARRIOR, TO BE A HUNTER, PROTECTOR, TO BE THE WOLF HE KNEW SHE COULD BE.THE FIRST EIGHT YEARS OF HER LIFE WERE ENJOYABLE WITHIN ALA MHIGO, SPENT LEARNING DIFFERENT THINGS FROM WITHIN THE VILLAGE SHE LIVED IN, BUT ESPECIALLY FROM HER FATHER. A YOUNG FIERY-HAIRED CHILD RUNNING AROUND WITH AN AXE OR A FISHING ROD WAS A COMMON SIGHT, HOWEVER, HER SISTER GEIRHILDR TOOK MUCH MORE TO SPENDING TIME WITHIN THE HOME AND LEARNING TO CARETAKE LIKE HER MOTHER DID.HOWEVER, TENSIONS LURKED BENEATH THE SURFACE — THINGS A SMALL CHILD COULDN’T MAKE HEADS NOR TAILS OF. HER FATHER OFTEN HAD ODD MEETINGS THAT TOOK HIM AWAY, FRIENDS THAT SHE KNEW WOULD OFTEN DISAPPEAR OVERNIGHT AND HER MOTHER’S EYES ALWAYS HELD A LOOK OF FEAR AND CONCERN AT EVERY KNOCK UPON THE DOOR.UNFORTUNATELY, AS TIME CAME TO PASS, A REVOLUTION FROM A TYRANNICAL KING, FROM A KING OF RUIN, THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BRING FREEDOM TO A NATION THAT CRAVED IT BROUGHT IN A SUBJUGATION MUCH WORSE — AN INVASION AND OVERTAKING FROM THE GARLEAN IMPERIAL ARMY. IN THE ENSUING CHAOS, MANY LOST THEIR LIVES, INCLUDING THOSE SHE HELD CLOSEST. GEIRHILDR’S LIFE WAS LOST, ALONG WITH HER FATHER’S. TWO DEATHS THAT LEFT ELDERA WITH BURN SCARS MARRING THE PALMS OF HER HANDS, A GUILT THAT TUGS AT HER HEART AND A REFUSAL TO TALK ABOUT THE DAY, NO MATTER HOW MUCH THE PAIN HAUNTS HER EYES.SOMEHOW, ELDERA AND HER MOTHER ESCAPED CAPTURE AND MANAGED TO FLEE TO UL’DAH WHERE THEY FOUND THEMSELVES REFUSED ENTRY AND TREATED AS THOUGH THEY WERE SAVAGE BEASTS. A TAIL TUCKED BETWEEN LEGS AND A RETREAT TO LITTLE ALA MHIGO HAD ELDERA BEFRIENDING THE FELLOW REFUGEES WHO RECOGNISED HER FIERY SPIRIT AND THE WOLFSHEART NAME AND TAUGHT HER FURTHER SKILLS TO HELP MAKE HER LIFE AN EASIER ONE. IT WASN’T LONG BEFORE TIME HAD PASSED AND EVEN THE YOUNG TEEN WAS ABLE TO TAG ALONG FOR HUNT JOBS. EVENTUALLY, ANY INCOME EARNED WAS PUT INTO HER MOTHER’S HANDS TO ALLOW THE MOTHER A LIFE WITHIN A CITY THAT SHE DETESTED AND SPAT UPON.HOWEVER, IT WAS AROUND THE TIME OF HER MOTHER’S ENTRY THAT SIGNS OF ILLNESS THAT HAD BEEN HIDDEN THUS FAR LED TO A COLLAPSE — A CASE OF CERULEUM POISONING DURING THE INVASION THAT WAS SLOWLY ROTTING HER FROM THE INSIDE OUT. THERE WAS HOPES AT CURING HER, BUT GIL WAS REQUIRED AND ELDERA NEEDED TO FIND INCOME FASTER THAN SHE KNEW HOW.A REFUSAL TO HAVING ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE CITY SHE HAD ONCE TRIED TO FIND REFUGEE IN, AND ITS SELFISH SYNDICATE EVENTUALLY LED ELDERA TO THE SHORES OF VYLBRAND AT THE AGE OF SEVENTEEN WHERE SHE QUICKLY BECAME ENAMOURED WITH THE CULTURE, WITH THE LIFESTYLE AND WITH THE STORIES OF ADMIRAL MERWYLB. NOW SEEN AS CAPABLE AND STRONG, SHE QUICKLY BEGAN PICKLY UP SOLO HUNT JOBS UNTIL HER EIGHTEENTH SUMMER WHERE SHE QUICKLY ENLISTED TO BE PART OF THE MAELSTROM’S FOREIGN LEVY. SHE TOOK EVERYTHING SHE COULD — HUNT JOBS, MAELSTROM TASKS, ANYTHING THAT WOULD GIVE HER GIL, WOULD ALLOW HER TO CLIMB, TO ACHIEVE MORE, TO GAIN MORE. NOT OUT OF OF SELFISHNESS, OR EVEN HER OWN WANT, BUT TO CARE FOR HER MOTHER.OVER TEN YEARS QUICKLY SAW ELDERA RISING THROUGH THE RANKS OF THE MAELSTROM, SHOVED INTO THE ELITE TROOPS TO LEARN THE WAYS OF A WARRIOR AND WITHOUT HER KNOWLEDGE, SHE WAS USED AS A WEAPON TO SLAUGHTER EVERYTHING IN HER PATH WHEN SHE WAS INCAPABLE OF CONTROLLING HER INNER BEAST. NOT LONG AFTER HER PROMOTION TO CAPTAIN, TRUTH WAS UNCOVERED AND HER MOTHER PASSED, LEADING TO HER LOSING CONTROL ONE LAST FINAL TIME BEFORE SHE LET HER SOUL STONE SINK TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA.AND NOW SHE IS ONLY LEFT WITH THE SEA HOLDING AT HER GRIEF WHILE IT CLAMPS ITS JAW DOWN AROUND HER THROAT AS A REMINDER THAT SHE CAN NEVER BE FREE FROM ITS CRIMSON STAINED DEPTHS.