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"Nice feathers, Lhotlan. Mind if I have a touch?"

              ❛     huh   ?     ❜     stranger's voice falls upon his ears    &    they twitch in curiosity.     first,     this isn't anyone he recognizes     ——     perhaps that's obvious from the way he's being addressed.     ' lhotlan. '     not many he knows address him as such.     it's enough to cause him to turn around,     quirk his brow at stranger    &    scrutinize every aspect of him    :    brown fur,     sharp teeth,     some patched of red near the top of his head     ...   ?     is that what that is   ?     he's not too certain,     but his eyes would never lie to him   !

              ❛     took an interest in my feathers,     didn't you   ?     what can i say,     i'm the embodiment of beauty   !     ❜     vain,     isn't he   ?     but how could he not be   ?     none had feathers more beauteous than his,     none had the unique orange hues that melted into yellows    &    mixed into green    &    yellows.     none had that same glimmer his had    ;    yes,     rakan's quills could be desired by many,     albeit he would never relinquish such a gift he's been granted   !     beauty is in the eye of the beholder,     though objective beauty is dictated by nature,     &    it has chosen him to be that objective beauty,     it disproves that underlying assumption of subjective beauty.     ❛     don't normally let just anyone touch,     but i guess i'll make an exception   !     ❜       ///       @shuriman-thief

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sylas.     ///     unshackles.

               ❛ surely, you must jest, ❜ he mutters, imperative. leading a direct and mindless assault into the enemy territory without elaborate planing beforehand doesn’t exactly sit right with him. he’s done it before and it almost lead to his demise. after all, despite their ostensible ignorance and the ever so present feigned harmony, demacians never dive into a battle without a plan of action. and part of that mindset has stuck with him. doesn’t take more than one failure for him to become tenfold wary for the prospects of another battle. to his misfortune, they always seem to be prepared. be it day or night, his targets are always attentive of incoming ambushes. 

                ❛ they may be ignorant, however, they’re not stupid, ❜ he lectures, his voice stern and steady. it doesn’t take him long to shoot rakan a diverted glance, his brows arched in feigned disbelief. ❛ if you wish so, i can put you in the front lines. you’re too fervent a fighter, after all. ❜ for yet a few more moments, he keeps up the guise of disorientation, purposely trying to garner some kind of conflicted reaction from rakan’s part. not soon after, laughter finally comes forth. ❛ amusing, truly. come, i’ll go over the scheme with you again. ❜

              war is cruel.     he knows this.     no matter how entertaining each battle was,     no matter how much he laughed in the face of the opposition to evoke some form of ire that appealed to some sort of base desire to see others with bloodlust in their eyes for none but him,     war was still a tragedy.     from tragedy,     life will be born anew    :    hearts can sing in unison again for peace,     those whose wings had been maimed may soon find flight again,    &    freedom's fire may be rekindled once more through their unified actions.     this is a battle they,     together,     must fight.     no matter the difficulties that lie ahead     ———     alas,     when the enemy is versed in dealing with those who excel in magic     (   why fear what you can't understand   ?   ),     the scales are tipped against them.     what was once a leveled playing field is now an uphill battle,     each step meticulous.     maybe now he understands,     even if only a bit,     why his idea might not be of huge value.

              ❛     the front lines   ?     ❜     only typical for him to have a perplexed look on his face at that,     remain in a perpetual conflict,     rubbing at his chin    &    humming as if even entertaining the thought.     to remain quiet is to remain without an answer,     &    that's just rude.     he opts to speak again.     ❛     you want this pretty face to get hurt by a demacian soldier in the front lines   ?     naaaah,     i do a lot better just being from behind.     you get me   ?     ❜     soon after,     laughter.     a relief,     really,     their leader wasn't a stranger to humor.     it's enough to elicit a small chuckle from rakan.     ❛     alright,     alright.     just make sure it's easy to understand,     yeah   ?     none of those weird tactic words or whatever.     ❜

anyway be like rakan and stan K/DA y’all xoxo

( model, motion, stage )

???     ///     crawsus.

❛     i’d  really  rather  not  fight,     if  you  don’t  mind.     i  come  in  peace,     as  they  so  often  say.     i’m  rather  weak  too  you  know,     so  it  wouldn’t  be  much  of  a  fight  and  more  of  a  waste  of  time.     ❜     a  hand  is  thrown  up  in  defense.

in  his  mind  the  demon  stirs,     a  mental  effort  is  taken  to  sooth  the  voice.     hand  grips  his  cane  tightly,     placing  pressure  against  the  stick.     to  an  outsider  it  appears  as  if  it  were  a  normal  cane,     but  to  him  it  throbs  and  it  aches  and  it  wishes  for  more  and  more  bloodshed.     but  who  ever  heard  of  a  darkin  cane?     ❛    if  you’d  like  i  can  read  you  some  poetry  instead?    ❜     lips  upturn  into  a  lopsided  smirk,     clearly  something  was  up  his  sleeve,     but  it  surely  wasn’t  something  that  would  be  harmful  to  the  vastayan.     provided  urizen  cooperated  with  him.

@feyquil​  said  anyone!

              his logic is impeccable.     weak individual should not be engaged,     not out of courtest,     but fear that,     if engaged,     there would be no joy or entertainment acquired from such an easy battle     ———     or even worse,     should he act careless    &    commit an unplanned blunder,     then perceived weak individual may find an opening to beat him    &    claim victory,     then who would be weak   !?     HIM,     HIM   !!!

              ❛     poetry   ?     ❜     rakan hummed inquisitively,     arms crossed over chest as ceruleans shift their gaze towards the soft earth at feet.     wow,     is it just him, or is it a lot greener than it was yesterday   !?     he swore that the day before current situation,     the grass at his feet was a subdued green.     could it be that the greener greenery around them could be attributed to the blesséd rain that poured     ——     wait,     what was the question again   ?     ❛     uh,     you said you were gonna do something,     read   ?     yeah,     sure,     do whatever you want   !     ❜

lux.      ///      finalsparke.

                                    ❛  rakan ?  ❜       there’s  a  twinge  of  panic  that  laces  in  her  words  and  uncertain  movements ,  head  twists  and  turns  in  every  direction  to  find  where  ever  he  was  at.  she  was  not  the  most  perceptive ,  obviously ,  but  lux  eventually  sees  him.  her  hands  mingle  together ,  mimi  hovering  just  over  her  shoulder  in  a  comforting  manner. 

                                     but  she  can  do  anything  to  feel  comforted.  her  jaw  tightens ,  feet  shift  to  take  steps  back ,   ( to  turn ,  run ,  whatever  it  took  to  get  away  from  another  problem  she  had  been  confronted  with. )   it  was  a  weakness  of  hers ,  to  avoid  confrontation  and  avoid  generally  anything  that  made  her  uncomfortable.  but  this ?  seeing  rakan  like  this ?  was  more  than  uncomfortable.  damning ,  almost.  

                                     lux  half - expects  xayah  to  pop  out  of  the  shadows  and  kill  her.  it  was  not  outside  of  the  realm  of  possibilities ,  and  she  does  her  best  to  keep  this  in  mind.  

                                     ❛  i  wouldn’t  say  special  is  the  right  word ,  ❜      her  eyes  shift  around ,  trying  to  find  an  out ,  feet  still  shuffling  to  stay  out  of  his  literal  shadow.      ❛  we’re  all  star  guardians ,  we  all  have  our  own  strong  suits.  ❜      words  tumble  out  past  her  lips ,  trying  to  make  idle  conversation. 

              AS EXPECTED OF A FAUX LEADER,     bestowed a title that she has no right of holding.     in his eyes,     she may be the brightest star in their team,     burning,     shining,     lux is the hope of the future,     a promise for starlight's rebirth,     she is a beacon quietly revered by all     ———     even those that held their own criticisms perceived the blossoming potential that lied dormant within her.     /     precisely why her fall would be a tragedy for all to behold,     a horizon where the sun sets,     darkness taking ahold of all,     control seized    &    power granted to damned brat zoe.     it would all be for her.     for careless promises that would trade one life for the other,     where a corrupted heart     (   hers,     hers,     the one that's embraced this darkness,     that refuses to chase the light     ///     her choice made long ago,     but was this choice hers to make   ?   )     may see that sublime glimmer,     a promise of purity,     be restrained by peace's teachings.     it's all for her.

              albeit this solitary mission is for him to take,     a steady breath    &    hardened heart does what it deems necessary,     worrying not over trifling details.     if one must be hurt,     if one must be threatened,     he is prepared to become the villain of the story.     this is one where happiness is a theory,     a pre - supposed fact that all can experience,     but grief's grasp cannot be understated,     it is foreboding    &    it is near,     it never discriminates    ;    child,     adult,     human,     star guardians,     none can escape it.     this is a story where loss is inevitable.     &    he accepts that.     while there must be a sacrifice for a grand finale,     what leads up to it cannot be forsaken,     it is just as important as the main act.     a gradual build up that shall leave his audience in awe at his gallant voice,     his beloved dance.     for now,     this was a necessity.

              ❛     right,     right,     we all have our strong suits,     that's just it.     ❜     familiar vocal vibration follows his statement,     it's a hum,     all too relaxed,     as if he enjoyed this.     he strides towards her,     refusing her an escape from his shadows,     for that would be absolving her of responsibility,     absolving her of that discomfort that paints every feature of her face.     /     mimi can't save you.     /     albeit he's a threatening force,     a reborned version of rakan     (   he is no longer that amiable man of the past,     very one who would generously offer to sing,     to soothe his team's anxieties   ),     the light eludes his smirk,     but he is still rakan.     whatever her plan was,     idle conversation,     he takes the bait,     stalls on his own actions.     knowingly   ?     unknowingly   ?     no idea.     it's unimportant.    

              ❛     because we're star guardians,     we're special,     isn't that right   ?     ❜     he's not asking for elucidation,     he's simply echoing her words.     ❛     you really are pathetic.     ❜     she sees through rose colored lenses,     the idealized world of a romantic,     where nature blooms,     the sun radiates,     &    chaos is but a myth of the past.     what a fucking joke.     ❛     if all star guardians were special in their own right,     then all of them would work together,     right   ?     ❜     a moment of silence,     the ire becomes more evident in his eyes,     it contorts his features,     his triumphant grin is gone,     lips pursing into a frown cursed by the past,     by his own fall   !!!     brows furrow,     &    he maintains a leveled volume,     refusing to let her see emotion's effects.     ❛     if all star guardians were special,     i wouldn't have been left to die.     me    &    xayah weren't saved.     miss basic didn't look back.     she got herself out.     do you really believe anything you're saying,     lux   ?     ❜

???     ///     shnpo.

           katarina hardly paid any attention to foreign matters   .   especially not ones without direct concern. as the foul-mouthed demons brought her up on one single rule   :   strength.  above all else.     (   it’s not right. it’s not.  —-   but is she one to stop this vicious cycle  ?   no.   )      so,   the issues of the vastaya were far beyond her influence. they either had the strength to resolve them, or didn’t. 

she’s perched above the rest, atop a thin tree with nimble branches. if it weren’t for her undetected presence, her cover would have already been blown. thankfully,  she was a professional. 

‘   hey.   bird boy.   ‘   katarina makes an intentionally audible movement, skilled eyes tracking the twitch of his ears. she waits patiently for his attention, lips curled into a smug smile, a sickeningly arrogant air to her expression.   ‘   yes, you.  you know who i am, don’t you  ?   ‘    /   @feyquil

              saccharine voice,     dripping with venom    &    amusement,     lands upon his ears,     evoking attention from the lone lhotlan vastaya.     ears twitch in response to her call,     swiftly turning on heel to look for the source of feminine voice     ———     alas,     it's for naught.     or so he thinks,     'till his gaze shifts upward to grace azures with the scarlet red tendril hanging over her visage     ...     no,     no,     that's not it.     it's a scar.     at least,     he thinks it is.     there's no telling from the distance they have between each other.     regardless,     it's but a trifling matter as long as she demands a response.     he speaks.

              ❛     me   ?     ❜     shifts hand to stick out index,     pressing tip against his own chest,     as if to clarify who she's speaking to.     as if that deadly gaze was staring at anyone else besides him.     his brow quirked,     countenance growing with an increased perplexity,     intending to understand her query     (   who is she   ?     is she any familiar   ?     no,     no,     she's human.     he doesn't mingle with 'em often at a personal level.     &    her sense of beauty   ?     eugh.     too much black for his taste   ).     he hums,     almost as if in deep contemplation,     though his true intent's to stall.     shoulders roll,     head shakes.     ❛     nope,     don't think i know you   !     have we met   ?     i think we've met.     i'm just not remembering is all   !     ❜

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