Sylas. /// fraying.
sylas. /// fraying.
𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄, 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑, 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 … the wolf’s teeth snap around the wings of a bird. it chews through feather and flesh and sinew and bone, the crunch so loud; but the screech, the lark - song of distress, drowns out all growls of hunger and whistling of weeping willows. the wolf leaves the bird with its broken wing alive, for someone else to eat, for wolves do not hunt birds for feed, so all that is left is for sport.
“ tell me about these people of yours. ”
demacia does not hold many vastaya within their ranks, their innate connection to magic making them much too close to the very thing the land detests the most, and thus books of knowledge or gossip of old holds little more power than a candle to the fire sylas desires to start.
he folds a hand beneath chin, resting elbow on knee. golden chains are collected in lap, heavy and familiar and a constant but awful reminder of the burdens placed upon a young boy’s shoulders. sylas blinks slowly, wolf - ish eyes squinting into a glare, and despite the rays partially blinding him the evening sun is pleasantly warm against his skin.
summer in ionia is different than it is in demacia, he muses, for they need not worry about the cold draft brought in from the north.
“ the lhotlan vastaya. i have heard of your wings and naught else. tell me, does everyone participate in the art of battle - dance, or is it just the ostentatious few ? ”
@feyquil / starter call.
BUT OH, MALEVOLENT WOLF WHOSE GAPING MAW bares blood of flightless bird, what is folly if not the half - assed action ? intent not to feed, intent not to sate infinitesimal hunger, it was all for sport, yet only a song of distress escaped nightingale —— what of its swan song ? on his stage ( the stage you have so dared walk on ), such performance is averted from gaze of a predator. fractured wing shall never be graced with flight's song anew, fractured wing must accept fate's cruel truth : deprivation of freedom, deprivation of flight !! oh, dear wolf, finish what is started, for revenge's guiding light shall not mend aching wing, albeit it shall grant tools to return favor ; wolf, wolf, a predator needs not its eyes to hunt.
revolutionary who bears magic with natural ease intrigued him, for tales have been whispered of ( the unshackled wolf, free from the cage that once barred gift of magic — like a bird that sought freedom & found its calling despite its clipped wings ), fear & admiration stirred for one that is at forefront of pivotal rebellion. what is rakan to make of this ? verily, some humans possessed natural affinity for magic, thereby the silencing of this one's gift not too different from his own cause he so voraciously devoted himself to.
a gray area is conjured at the conception of such a thought : whilst their relations clung onto appearance of being amicable, was that truth itself ? is he to doubt one whose aspirations align with his own ? or shall admiration be exhibited through look & actions ? he doesn't know.
perchance it's the cant of his head the denotes initial confusion, only to be cleared up at mage's clarification of his query. though the sun continues to set beyond horizon, its dying rays paving way for glimmering moonlight's rise from opposite direction, rakan's features brighten up with raised brows & momentary open - mouthed smile ( soon closes into regular grin, for those pearly whites may show some form of aggression ——— something he wishes to avoid with his ' guest ' ), they are enough to rival the radiant sun that elates ionia's people. as rakan sits cross - legged, elbows resting on either knee, his posture shifts with intrigue, leaning forward a bit, maybe too eager to talk.
what better is he at than talking, after all ?
❛ not everyone's as great at battle - dancing as i am, that's one thing we've gotta get settled. ❜ much too confident statement delivered without any thought on repercussions of his words. just like him. ❛ not everyone participates in it, not as far as i'm aware. ❜ source of knowledge for his own tribe ? probably not. ❛ i like to think of it as an art. the best art that comes from it are the bodacious ones ! the ones who put heart & into their battle - dancing. you need the flow of battle, the flow of rhythm, & the HEART of magic. ❜ at least, that's what his style has embodied.
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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 ! ❜
❛ you call that a fight ? ❜ taunting is he, at so - called ' king of the pit, ' truly a presumptuous title, befitting for someone so full of himself, he supposes. there may not be any benefit in messing with one whose arm looks to be near the size of his own head ( seriously, what is up with this guy ? ), yet rakan cares little if there's danger involved. he's in it for the entertainment aspect. who better to entertain himself than himself, creating these stimulating situations, evoking an innate desire for living on the edge ? ❛ c'mon, you can put a little more passion into that next time ! ❜ a critique from his high spot, observant gaze peering down at king from above. far out of his reach. ❛ otherwise, your fighting's just boring. needs a little more oomph to it ! ❜ /// @calledcard
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@thegleamingquill said : "Damn, do I look good!," Rakan said, checking out his clone. Not like he was gonna question it, the more Rakans, the better. "I'm so fine I could kiss myself! Whaddya say, twin?" [ the selfcest is over 9000- and hello! ]
❛ is that a question, or is it an offer ? ❜ to say he wouldn't be checking the other rakan out is a flat out lie. he is vain, he is one to spend hours in front of the mirror, praising himself & speaking of how sexy he is. beauty is not a sin, it is a blessing that only few may have ; even so, that beauty, itself, is varied. there are groups of beautiful people, albeit competition will exist amongst them, no two people's beauty being absolute & alike less they were the same person. that's the case here. the embodiment of beauty ( rakan himself ) is granted opportunity to gaze upon himself ——— no mirror, just another rakan, completely identical to him in every which way. he smirks. ❛ come on, pucker up & c'mere !! not every day i get to kiss someone as fine as myself ! ❜
nsfw & fluff headcanons
🔥 What are your muse’s turn-ons?
✂ What are your muse’s turn-offs?
💞 Would your muse ever consider a threesome (or more!)
💏 When did your muse have their first kiss?
👶 Does your muse want children?
💋 What is your muse’s sexual orientation?
🌺 When did your muse lose their virginity?
🌀 What are 3 of muse’s top kinks?
❌ Have they ever cheated or been cheated on?
🌹 Is your muse more interested in love or lust?
⇕ Is your muse a top or a bottom? Both?
ღ Does your muse like using toys?
⌛️ How long does your muse last in bed?
📺 Does your muse enjoy porn?
ϟ Does your muse masturbate?
📱 Would your muse ever send nudes?
💬 Is your muse vocal in bed?
👅 Does your muse enjoy giving oral sex? Receiving?
⏰ What time of the day does your muse prefer to have sex?
💍 Would your muse like to get married?
🔒 Is your muse into bondage?
not to be sappy on main but god. this line.
d a n c e :)
D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?
rakan’s ideal date? it really depends! sometimes he might be in the mood that’s a little bit exhilarating. sometimes he’s in the mood for something a little slower. things can fluctuate depending on what he might do! impress an entire crowd n you with his dancing? or just impress you with his dancing for a night? slowly guiding your every step, sharing a deeply intimate moment? he’s…………a romantic let him have this //////////
A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?
yep, yep, yep! he’s not shy about it. he’ll do it through verbal praises or he’ll do it through physical means as well. hold your cheek, caress it gently with his thumb, nuzzle u………wait also i need to just say he likes/wants to be the big spoon to give the most kisses possible but. little spoon also works.
N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?
WAIT THIS IS NSFW? CHRIST HOLD ON GIVE ME A SECOND. UHHH ok. i’m shy w/ writing this on the dash so i’m not gonna ramble abt it but! i’m predictable when i say he can rough if he has to if he’s topping? but that’s when it’s got more lust involved than anything. if it’s intimate and meaningful he’s usually slow, a little more meticulous than usual, and likes to whisper a lot into his lover’s ear!?!?!? but that’s if he tops FJHKLDFHJDFLKJH if he’s bottoming expect that cocky facade to kind of melt away. bye /////////////
C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favorite?
YES. ABSOLUTELY!!!! rakan likes milk chocolate the most and that’s that on that.
E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?
OHHHHH I LOVE THIS ONE!!!!! he likes hugs, yes! his hugs are warm bc ok, think of it like this………u got a pair of arms around u. but u also got like……..his wings around u and him. it’s great i urge u to hug him
x / @spkemuth
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