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01/05/2021 

I'm tired of being silent.

I've seen enough. 


Taznin doesn't want me to lose my shit. As much as I love him and respect his wishes. I believe its time I came out of my bottle and came out of the shadows. Its time to explode! Its the new dawn of the Xhinet name.

Get ready for new stories because I have a lot to talk about. 

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02/07/2016 

Winter's Chill

As Basiq moved further north the temperature slowly dropped, but as it dropped degree by degree he only felt his body becoming stronger bit by bit. Soon his feet were moving quicker, and before he knew it he was flying inches off the ground. He didn't even notice his toes weren't digging into the sod anymore, his legs didn't need to move anymore but they did. Looking down he was shocked, he smiled, the air grew crisp and cold around him. His mist icy blue like the plasma ice that glowed bright in the embrace of sunlight. He chuckled and moved even deeper into the north. As he did his eyes started to glow bright blue, his pupils becoming pale and nonexistent against the glow of his irises. Only showing how his powers were growing and coming into their own, it was like he was hitting the djinn awakening that happened when he was just young one. It was addictive and he couldn't stop now, never... he was free finally. His body swirled in a dance as he giggled and laughed in happiness for the first time in a long time. "By the lords, this is good! So Good!"

As he spoke the words, he frozen with a panic. His heart thumped hard in his chest, he grasped his chest with one hand, and with his other hand he grabbed the side of his face. His bright blues closed as a vision clawed through his mind. The tropical temperatures around the palace had kept a secret from the young djinn. Basiq had prognostic abilities, he never even knew he had such an ability. Most of the djinn in the family never had it, only the dark elements contained such power to glimpse into the future, foresee events that haven't happened yet. Like constant waves the vision started to unfold like a dream inside his mind.

Basiq now stood out in front of the palace again. He was baffled and his stumbled for a moment as he looked around. He could smell the tropical environment again around him, he could smell the zulfiquar roses blooming in the valley just south of the palace. The wind that swirled and would wrap around the palace towers embraced him and he felt it blowing and ruffling his clothing again like he never left. His blue eyes washed over the landscape, but his eyes darted back to the palace as he felt the ground shake. The quake was violent, and if he stood on the ground it would of blown clear off his feet. He gasped with shock in his voice as he watched the palace being ripped apart by forces he didn't understand. The very fabric of all the metal the palace was made of started to break apart like dry leaves. Frozen with fear, Basiq couldn't do anything but stand and watch his childhood home being torn apart. The forces seemed to be pulling the palace straight out of the earth. Then the white beast laughing, the giant serpent dragon letting it all happen. Basiq jumped as he saw the bright pinkish eyes glare at him. It was a light element? But why? The beast zeroed in on him, its hot breath burned over him and he was devoured.

Waking from his vision he screamed, but it was gone now, nothing but the open north around him now. He shuddered and curled up in a ball, his body loosing control of his shift and he flexed his shape into various animal forms. A white wolverine, a white fox, then growing smaller into a white ferret. He felt cold ice tears slipping from his eyes as he balled himself up so tightly he almost disappeared. First time experiencing a vision it was terrifying to him. He didn't understand what happened to him and the confusion of it all only made it worse. The ability to prognosticate was only a glimpse of something that could happen, it wasn't the truth, sometimes the visions lied and other times they spoke undeniable truth. But figuring out what was real and what wasn't was the hard part. He finally felt air fill his lungs again, his blue eyes opened. Now he knew why the dark elements could be so moody sometimes, "That was really.. wow, that sucked."  

He flexed his limbs and gained control over himself, turning back into his normal form. He floated in silence as he flexed his fingers over and over again. Turning to look over his shoulder he looked back to the direction of the palace. Maybe he should go back, warn everyone that something bad was going to happen. But he couldn't, he wouldn't go back. He had come to far and maybe the vision wouldn't happen at all. Only the thing that bugged him the most it was the eyes of the light element, they weren't Taznin's, they weren't Finidh's. This light element was new, and Basiq didn't know him. Whoever it was Basiq knew this light element wasn't a threat yet, the vision had to be so far into the future that it wasn't anything to bother over. Okay, maybe it was his ice cold heart telling him that, but he wasn't going to let it effect him. No he was going to enjoy the north for as long as he wanted to.

As he watched the southern horizon he saw something approaching. Basiq's eyes narrowed as he looked closer, "God damn it Ronnie!" He growled, frigged breath rolled from his lips like smoke. Ronaq was not who he wanted to see right now, he glared and hid himself so Ronaq wouldn't see him. Watching Ronaq coming closer and closer he felt anger flaring up inside of him. The air grew cold around him, it branched out like fingers and went right for Ronaq. In Basiq's anger he didn't even realize he was causing an ice storm to rage up. The ice blew wicked and angry, it attacked his twin with hatred and Basiq watched Ronaq start to struggle as he flew through the air. He didn't like seeing his brother still in flight so he thickened the icestorm even more until it was hitting Ronaq over and over. Until finally Ronaq fell like a stone from the air and hit the frozen ground.

Basiq's breath became harsh as it entered his lungs, he felt himself become light headed as Ronaq's fire was disappearing. He was killing Ronaq and for some reason killing Ronaq felt like a part of Basiq was dying too. He stopped instantly, but the worse had been dealt. The storm still raged, and Ronnie wasn't going to live much longer. Appearing by his twin's side, he looked down over his twin, seeing Ronaq was almost turning blue from the ice attacking him. Basiq bit his lip as he couldn't believe he almost killed Ronaq, he needed to make this right so he wrapped his twin up his arms. His powers stopped the storm and he built up walls of ice around them, he built an ice cave for the both of them. It sheltered his brother from the cold. His powers created thick warm blankets and wrapped them up tightly around Ron. He created a place for a fire in the center of the circular shaped ice hut. He still had a lighter on him for his cigarettes, so he collected up wood and things that would burn and lit them on fire in the small fire pit he had made.

He hated fire, it hurt just looking at the flames as they grew bigger and more intense. But his brother would need it to survive, and live. He created an ice chair underneath Ronaq's body. It grew up out of the floor of the hut, collecting Ron's body up so it could prop him up closer to the fire. Stepping away from the flames he retreated to the far side of the small hut, generating a chair for himself to. And he sat, he waited.. he didn't know what else to do for his brother so he crossed his legs, his thumbs playing together in his lap as his icy blues watched. Finally Ronnie came to life, Basiq breathed a bit easier as he watched Ron reach out for the flames. It was fascinating to watch how he embraced the fire. The flames were like a magnet and sucked up quickly into the hungry ifrit. But soon the fire was gone, Ron so hungry just put it out again. Basiq groaned, "Good going you idiot.. now I gotta relight it." He rolled his eyes and moved back over to the fire pit. His lighter coming out of his pocket again and he sparked life back into the pit.

He should of known it was going to happen when Ron saw him, but it still surprised him and he jumped as he felt his brother cling to him with a hug. An icey residue grew up over his skin under his clothing, like a shell it coated the surface of his flesh from his brother's heat. He leaned away, his shoulder shrugging him off a bit. Ronaq's words cut at his guilt, "Yeah well..no need to thank me. Really." He bit his lip, he would of harmed Ron but his sibling was still just that, his sibling and his family. As the fire grew back to its former glory again, Basiq pulled away from Ronaq, moving to go sit away from it. They both sat in silence for what seemed like forever, Basiq refusing to look at Ronaq even though he felt his twins eyes on him from time to time. He closed his eyes, breath exiting his lungs in the sound of a long sigh. It sounded louder in the small space, which was suddenly annoying him about as much as Ron sitting so close to him.

Finally he broke the awkward silence he looked at Ron finally, his arms crossing in front of his chest. "When you are feeling better, and feeling stronger I'm going to call on Taznin. I'll have him take you back home."

Ronaq shot a look at him, Basiq felt the heat of it from the ifrit. "You'll be coming back with me, right?"

He shook his head, "No, I'm not going back there. I'm staying up here were its cold. Its where I belong Ron, I belong in the cold, not in the palace like you. Besides, I was never much for palace life anyway. Its just not me.."

"No Basiq, you belong there, you do!" Ronaq stood up and came toward him, he almost fell out of his chair by the quickness that Ron approached. He hoped he wasn't strong enough to surprise him like that but he was reminded he shouldn't take things for granted.

Bas growled and stood up to face his twin, "No I don't, I belong here Ron. I feel.. I feel alive here."

"You can feel alive anywhere Bassie, there are ways of making things work at the palace. Dad can help you.. just I promised Taznin I'd bring you home. And I'm going to, kicking and screaming if I have to!" Ron glared at him, and he knew Ron was serious about the kicking and screaming part.

Basiq puffed, his blue eyes looking away, "You couldn't if you tried! You don't see, you don't feel what I do here. You'll never understand Ron.. I don't expect you too." He shot an icy glare at his brother, "Just leave me alone! Leave me be! Get out of my life Ronnie!"

He could tell his words hurt Ronaq, he could literally see his twin's heart breaking. Ron begged to him, "Please come back Bassie, I'm so sorry for everything that happened. But please don't punish everyone for my mistake. You can hate me, but you can't hate them." Ronaq's legs were obviously still wobbly from the ice storm, he teetered for a moment and Basiq moved forward. He reached out and put both hands on his biceps to steady him.

He shook his head, "You're still not well Ronaq, sit and feed off the fire a bit more before getting up and moving around like that." He guided his brother to sit by the fire again, placing him down in the chair he wrapped the blanket up around him again. "And you should know, I don't hate you. I hate what you did, but I don't hate you brother. I just.." he thought for a second, sucking at his teeth before he felt the right words. "I need to find who I am, you understand?" He had the chair Ron sat at turn and shift into a bed, he created a thick wool blanket to cover it with the swirl and spin of his djinn powers. The cold north was super charging Basiq like no other, he never could make things this easily and this quickly before in his life. The cold northern territory was his source of great power, it was going to be hard for Basiq to leave it. "Lay down, sleep. We'll talk in the morning. Night is coming and you're not going to be able to go anywhere in the condition you're in. Be realistic Ron, you won't be able to even drag me back let alone yourself.. so save your strength, maybe you'll have a better shot in the morning." He joked with him, first time in a long time. Maybe his feelings were changing, a change of heart? Just thinking about that made him ice up again inside. He gruffly puffed when he finally got Ron to lay down, and he saw his eyes finally close to sleep.

The fire was tough to keep burning, Basiq never had to deal with it before. Fire just wasn't his element of course, he never needed it before. He enjoyed the cold dark corners in the palace. He was more known for staying up late and sleeping in, only when the sun started cooking in the sky did he finally pull himself out of bed. Leaving Ron in the hut he explored the area they were in, Basiq loved the chill in the air and he wasn't even that far north yet. He still had miles to go until the wind, the snow and the ice dominated the landscape. He didn't feel sleepy here, he felt wide awake, he felt alive here. This is where he belonged, he only wished he could make Ron see that. He collected more things to burn in the fire, leaving a good pile of it by the hut's door.

When he stepped into the hut Basiq heard Ron mumbling and talking in his sleep. He was saying something, but all Basiq could make out was his own name being mumbled over and over again. Putting more fuel to the fire he stopped and watched Ron before he moved closer to him. His fingers were cold, he was scared to touch his sick brother, worried his icy touch would just make Ron worse. But he could tell Ron was sick, a fever? Only a chilled fever, whatever it was the heat from the fire just wasn't helping Ron. Basiq didn't know what to do, he started to blame himself for running away and then putting Ron in this condition. "You're such an idiot, Ron." He whispered under his breath.

Twisting his lips together in the grip on his fingers he sat by Ron on the edge of the small bed. Basiq remembered something their father told him, something about polar opposites being able to balance each other out. Taznin described it as an exercise that he and Uncle Crow would perform, Basiq had a feeling that there was more to the so called exercise that Taznin didn't tell him, who knew what Taznin and Crozier did behind closed doors. It was an art of repulsion energy, an act of pushing and pulling the opposite elements back and forth through their bodies until the balance was met. Maybe it could work? If it could help Ron, he wouldn't feel so guilty anymore and he could send his brother back home without worrying about him anymore.

He sighed thinking over his options, actually there wasn't any options. Just the one. Basiq sighed and he finally put his hand on Ron, pressing his palm down on Ron's chest. He closed his eyes and did what Taznin explained to him, he retreated his powers back inside of himself. Pulling them deep down into his core and he gasped with a panic as he felt Ron's fire pulled into him. Scared by how painful it was he pushed Ron's fire out, pushing his ice into Ron which calmed him and he took a deep breath as he pulled Ron's fire back. Suddenly Ron woke up and grabbed Basiq's hand, "What are you.. what are you doing?"

Basiq looked to him, "I'm helping you Ron, just relax." Again he pushed Ron's fire out of himself, back into Ron. "When you feel that Ronaq.. pull your fire deep down okay? Accept my ice inside you." Basiq tried it again, and he felt Ron pull his fire back inside like he was told. It caused sensations to race up and down Basiq's spine, he shuddered with a moan as he realized this feeling was just like that dream he had. Back and forth Ron and Bas worked their elements, like a pump the fire and ice fought back and forth through their bodies. Of course he felt a bit weaker, but he could tell Ron was getting stronger again. He smiled, "Its working Ron, you feel it?"

He asked looking into Ron's eyes, and saw his twin nod. His heart raced with intensity as he saw Ron was looking back at him with that same feeling. Shit. Basiq gulped but he couldn't stop the rush of their elements touching. Ronaq sat up some and Basiq felt himself go down and before he knew it their lips touched, a soft gentle and innocent kiss. Obviously they were both terrified by all these new feelings, and then the mixing of old feelings. But Basiq deepened their kiss, lips slipping against each other just felt good. The first time Ron's heat actually felt good to him, and before he could stop himself he straddled Ronaq. Their elements still bouncing back and forth through each other, fighting for dominance yet at the same time super charging the both of them.

Bluish fire mist roared around them, their scents, their mist mixed and Basiq pulled his lips from Ron as they both spoke at the same time, the same word. "Cool." Their lips clashed back against each other and Basiq felt their clothing just slipping off of their bodies. It seemed like the more skin contact they had the better this was working. Or maybe Basiq was making up excuses now just get naked with his twin. He felt Ron's hands wrapping up around him, pulling their chests tighter together and Basiq broke the contact of their lips as his head tipped back with a moan. His brother's heat was getting so strong now, but Basiq didn't fight it this time. He accepted Ron's fire and Ron accepted his ice. Ron said something as his mouth crushed against Basiq's throat, sucking and kissing him there. Whatever he said it was muffled by Basiq's skin and caused him to ask, "What?"

"I love you Basiq." Ron spoke again.

It caused Basiq to growl at the words, "Why?" He tilted his head forward, looking back into Ron, "Shut up, will you!" Why did Ron have to ruin it? It was their whole opposites again. Ron the warm gentle type, romantic and loving. Bas was cold, bitter, his words bit sometimes harsh like the sting of winter. "You're sucha sap Ronnie." His fingers clawed up through Ron's hair and tugged his head back as he kissed him over, sucking on his chin and down over his neck. It must of been something Basiq said because Ron's fire came back with a vengeance, it covered up over Basiq and he felt his body manipulated by Ron's hands. He panted heavy on his brother's throat, his teeth digging into his flesh as his brother's thickness split him open and entered him. He throbbed with an icy flare, his body covering with frost clinging to his freckled skin and frost attaching to the long wisps of his light brown hair.

As Ron's heated flesh touched Basiq, a steam emerged between them. A pale bluish steam and soon the ice bed under Ronaq was gone, now just a melted ice puddle underneath them with their bodies hovering off the ground. Finally letting his teeth go of Ron's skin he felt their bodies spin. Ronaq mounted over him, Basiq's thighs coiling around his brother's waist to hold them close together. Over come with these new feelings, Basiq was about to explode with his climax. His twin touching him, hot fingertips raking over his cold skin and Basiq lost everything he had, spilling like a fountain all over himself as his body writhed and moved against the movements of Ronaq. His mouth panting with relief and he felt Ronaq's lips close down on his cool mouth again, kneading is their lips together with the fire and ice kiss.

It seemed as though morning came quickly, the next thing Basiq recalled was opening his eyes to the Zulfiquar sunlight trickling through the ice dome of his make shift hut. Tracing his eyes about before he looked to the sleeping Ronaq next to him. Basiq's arm was draped over his chest, their feet and legs tangled together. Pulling himself from Ronaq as his mind recalled their assault on each other's elements last night. Everything was a blur now in his head, like he was drunk on his twin's element and last nights events slowly surfacing inside his head like trying to remember a dream.

The main question that echoed in Basiq's mind. Where things different now? Was his feelings about going north still strong? Was he going to go, Or was he going to cave when Ronaq looked at him with those red eyes. Getting up from the floor he pulled clothes on and stepped out of the hut to feel the fresh cold air again, and breath it in. Closing his blue eyes he called on Taznin to come and get Ronaq, that Ronaq was hurt and needed help. He knew it wouldn't be long before Taznin pin pointed their location and was here. Basiq didn't have much time. He had to make a choice, and his choice was traveling further into territory alone. With his mind he made the hut disappear, it crumbled and fell back to the earth. Looking over his shoulder he saw Ronaq was awake and in a rush to get dressed, he obviously thought Basiq abandoned him.

He had a look of relief on his face when he saw Basiq, "I thought you left, thank the lords of djinn you didn't." Though Ron stopped as he must of sensed something in Basiq's eyes.

"I called Taznin, hes coming for you, to take you back." Basiq smirked at his twin.

Ronaq's eyes widened, "No! Bassie, no.. I wanna come with you!" He was begging again and he moved toward Basiq to grab him but Basiq floated away. He was floating in the direction of north.

He shook his head, "You're going back, you don't belong here Ronnie." As he spoke the temperature around them dropped to negative 30, ice and snow started to blow about. "I can't keep you safe Ronnie, I'll just end up hurting you again."

Ronaq questioned him, "Again?"

"The storm that hit you, that almost killed you. That was me Ronnie, I was going to kill you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did it. Its better this way." Basiq's voice was getting stirred by the icestorm flaring up around them. It belted down upon Ronaq to slow him and hurt his fire again.

Ronaq cried, "You don't mean that Bassie, this isn't you stop it. Last night.. what was last night Bassie?"

The storm was madness now and pummeled Ronaq again and again, until Ronaq fell and the storm spoke with Basiq's voice. "Last night was a mistake." The ice and snow blinded Basiq from Ronaq, he couldn't see his twin and he refused to let Ron see him crying. Basiq was moving quickly north, still controlling the massive icestorm he had created as his body shifted into a white fox and watched as Taznin came from the south with Aarzam and saved his twin from death. He could hear Taznin crying out in the storm for him, but he severed and cut the link between him and his birth father. Blocking Taznin out so he couldn't be found. And the white fox with bright blue eyes trotted north to claim his new home.

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02/07/2016 

Seed of Coercion

The events of the last few weeks left Basiq with horrible nightmares. Trapped, scared, unable to breath, and the burning of fire that was harsh and maimed his flesh. Every night it seemed the dreams were getting worse, leaving poor Basiq to wake with his mind a mess and curled into a ball in the corner of his bedroom. Ice forming around him trying to heal and make himself as cold as possible to rid the visions of burning. Every night when he curled up to sleep he would take a deep breath and tell himself that the nightmares wouldn't be there waiting, he could beat this. He was stronger than this. It never seemed to help until one night, on this night. Basiq was plagued with that same nightmare, but something was different about this one. Something had changed about it.

The image of Ronaq mounting over him, violating him in the way he did on the mountain was new, it was different. Basiq could feel his twin brother's presence, the fire moving through him and this time Basiq felt pleasure from it. It wasn't painful anymore, the fire felt amazing on his flesh as it burned him and ravaged his djinn body. He felt a thin layer of ice washing over his flesh and the scent of his brother cascading down on his skin in rivers of erotic licks. Basiq was turned on by it, his mouth panted and his mouth moaned open as he realized the words slipping out of his lips. He was calling for Ron, calling for him and asking for more from his fire twin. His body moved with the waves of unending heat, the hot flesh felt good against the icy surface of his body. His particles weren't rejecting Ron, his particles were pulling him in. Back and forth, up and down their mist was moving like a piston.

Basiq clawed himself awake, his blue eyes opened to find himself ripping into his pillow with his icy claws, his teeth biting at it, the room smelled rich of patchouli and aspen, his body was covered with frost. Basiq didn't sweat like other djinn, his sweat pure snow and frost. The icy layer clung to his skin, also to his hair to make it spiked with icicles. He was breathing heavy and as he rolled his hips he discovered his cock was rock hard. He groaned as he drifted his eyes around the room. Absent mindlessly his eyes searched for his brother Ronaq. But suddenly recalling he had moved out of their room, he had found a secluded section of the palace where nobody was living at the moment. And as far as he knew nobody knew he was even there. He moaned gruffly as his hand slipped down between himself and the mattress, adjusting himself and his mouth let off a puff of frustration. What the fuck was happening to him?

Last night the dream was violent and brutal, but now the dream was a complete opposite and Basiq was beside himself with images. All images of his brother Ronaq, oh gods of djinn. He slipped out of bed, his hand clasped over his face as he rushed to the shower room that was joined to the bedroom. As he turned the jets of water on he let the water mist run cold. Looking himself over as he removed his clothing. Fuck, he hate Ronnie, now he just hated Ronnie even more. Whatever Ron had done, apparently the seed of coercion was setting in. Basiq flustered and confused, so rattled he couldn't even remember what his morning routine was anymore. Jumping into the ice cold shower, he let the water center him and pull himself from the vivid details of his sex dream. His face smashed against the shower wall and he let his mind go blank. Until everything seemed to be all right with his little world again. He groaned loud, shaking himself awake before he finished up his shower then made himself look all pretty like he did every morning.

Basiq was born with freckles all over his cheeks, on his shoulders, down his back and even on his ass cheeks. He hated that part of him. What djinn had freckles? Seriously? It just didn't seem natural. So every morning he covered them up with a djinn glamor, making his skin look smooth and flawless. No freckle insight as he double checked just to make sure, then styled his hair how he liked it. As he dressed himself Basiq was caught in a trance staring out the balcony of his room. As he pulled the long sleeve shirt over his torso he was just held looking out over the landscape of Zulfiquar. For the first time since he picked this room Basiq saw something far into north, it looked like it was cold there compared to the tropical environment around the palace. His hand pushed into the pocket of his pants as he felt over the picture of Kainul he kept there, his fingers feeling over the image as though drawing out a face and also touching it as he did.

His eyes still studying the landscape until he stopped, frozen in horror. Pulling out the picture of Kainul he realized he had changed the picture. It was now a picture of Ronaq, his fingers had been carelessly drawing the image of his love from his mind like he normally did. "Shit Shit Shit." No! Kainul wasn't in his head anymore, it was now replaced by Ronaq. "God damn it, no! Fuck you Ronnie!" He flipped the picture off and tossed it across the room. Basiq couldn't handle this sudden feeling inside himself, he couldn't handle the drastic changes in his little world anymore. Combing his fingers through his hair he realized he had to get out of here, as far as he could from everything, as far as could from Ronaq. Grabbing up a bag he started packing like a madman, throwing his favorite clothes into the bag until he stopped and looked back of his shoulder at that frozen tundra that was waiting just for him.

Biting his lip, he smirked, why was he packing? Where he was going he could make whatever kind of clothes he wanted. Whatever home he wanted. Where ever he wanted to. He nodded and started out of the room, his eye catching a glimpse of Ronaq's picture. His hand reached out and the picture flew up off the floor back into his grasp. He could even change the picture one day. Nodding he stuffed it into his pocket and slipped out of his room.

Getting out of the palace presented a problem, everyone would see him leave. The palace had eyes everywhere, and eventually someone would stop him. Either his dads would stop him, or one of his Aunts or Uncles would. He couldn't just fly out of here, he had to think of some way of getting out before anyone realized he was gone. Some how putting enough distance between him and palace before they started searching, then a sick feeling hit his gut. Would really anyone come looking? Then he remembered how possessive their father Taznin was, Taznin was crazy! He would know instantly if one of his kids were gone, like seriously I'm not fucking with ya kind of bat shit crazy Taznin. He had to be small, almost invisible.

With a smile he shifted himself down into an animal. A ferret. Hah! The white serpent's not gonna fuck with a ferret. Yeah that was his brilliant plan. However as the small creature moving quickly through the hallways and rooms, Basiq realized just how big the palace was. All morning, most of the day it took him to scurry out of the palace, avoiding his relatives with quick movements and making sure to utilize blind spots like a pro. The only djinn he worried about were his grand fathers, they seemed to know things before you did. He ran like mad out of the palace gaits until he felt grass and dirt underneath his little paws. This long pointed head looked back at the tall palace, Ala' al Din one more time before he slipped forward toward the great northern territory of Zulfiquar and disappearing through the tall plain grasses before he shifted back to human form and started his journey to explore the Land of Ice and Snow.

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02/06/2016 

Creating Zulfiquar

I made LOZ back in 2014. When that day happened it was not my intention to create a group. I was making a place for victims of RP hate. Many of my members where judged harshly for things that should just never happen in RP, but these things do happen. And me being a sweet honest caring person inside I wished to give them all a home and place they could feel safe and proud of like it was their own. And thus LOZ was born. It was never my goal to make a family-based group, but it ended up turning out that way. Almost a year and a half later I wouldn't change a thing. Its been fun, I'm still learning how to run a group since I'm fairly new at it still. I make mistakes all the time, Im not perfect but I'm striving to be better at it. I know a few hate me still to this day for the group, they look down at me and speak ill, but hey I was just being nice and good. I'm still a good person, and very honest. I won't let hate change me, make me bitter and mean, I'm just not that kind of person..

anyhoo...

The name of Zulfiquar is based off the mythical legendary sword in arabic beliefs. Originally the group was going to be called, Land of Haf. Haf is the name of the djinn world according to some sources. However when I made the group I wanted to be original and different. There has been many many different djinn groups in rp since the time I first started RPing back in 2000. I was in most of them and each group did their own take on things, different ideas to different owners of the groups which all made them unique and special in their own way. I wanted to do the same, I wanted to be different and unique, and make it special so I wasn't copying or taking away from what others have done. I don't own the djinn concept, I don't own the element concept, I don't own the kpop concept. Anyone can use these things. I'm just the first one to put all three of these concepts together to make my group. 

Why name it after a sword? Well why not? And also I think the name is really cool, plus the history of the sword itself. The djinn world is mythical and so is the sword, so why not name it after a mythical legend. Plus my dearest Aarzam picked the name and as respect to his writer, Zulfiquar is going to stay. 

There has been many different ways of spelling the legendary sword. These are All the known ways that I know of.. there is probably more.

Dhulfiqar
Zulfiquar
Zulfikar
Thulfeqar
Zoulfikar
Zulfeqhar
Sulfiquar
Sulfikar
Soulfikar
Sulfeqhar
Zulfiqar
Zolfaghar

The sword is based of the ancient mythical sword as written below. 

Shamshir-e Zomorrodnegār ('the emerald-studded sword') is a sword in the Persian legend Amir Arsalan. The witch mother of a hideous horned demon called Fulad-zereh used a charm to make his body invulnerable to all weapons except this specific sword. Shamshir-e Zomorrodnegār originally belonged to King Solomon, and was carefully guarded by Fulad-zereh, not only because it was a valuable weapon, and indeed the only weapon that could harm the demon, but also because wearing it was a charm against magic. A wound inflicted by this sword could only be treated by a special potion made from a number of ingredients, including Fulad-zereh's brains.

Later the story of the sword was twisted and spoken of by Muhammad. He mentioned in his book that he gave the sword as a gift to Ali ibn Abi Talib. Whether the sword is real or not, nobody knows, its legend is right up there with Excalibur.

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