Unprompted.     /     always Accepting   !!

nothing concrete but i am curious. like this post if you’d like to discuss on becoming mains with my blog. i do require that it be mutual, so i’d be your main rakan while your muse would be my rakan’s main muse.

im gonna try smth...... ♥ this post so i can hop in ur IMs to try & discuss character dynamics between rakan and ur muse(s)!

rakan has appeared! what to do?

flatter marry leave hug

              lies    &    deceit truly will guide him to some of the most peculiar of adventures.     previous ones were short - lived,     involved nothing but a little bit of walking,     perhaps sneaking into somewhere,     enjoy the moment,     all familiar jazz he's dealt with before.     only few ever lasted longer than those brief trips.     one,     in particular,     had him crossing over a city or two.     no problem for him   !     but this   ?     this is on a grander scale than his previous adventures.     he's set off to wander ionia,     almost top to bottom to fulfill promise of unbinding him from his bow.     that promise held not a speck of truth.     but oh,     at least he can talk without fearing that death is looming over him,     or rather,     shooting deadly arrows his direction.

              ❛     so     ...     ❜     there's a hum,    &    he's wondering what type of conversation they could have.     something to fill the awkward silence between them.     ❛     you're how many years old   ?     i know this is the 5th time i've asked,     but i just need to make sure you aren't pulling my leg here   !     ❜       ///       @blightbrought​

pit's king.     ///     halvett.

          “   PEOPLE   SAY   THEY   DON’T   LIKE   violence ,   ”   begins   Sett   as   though   speaking   to   the   elements ,   whichever   one   of   them   may   be   willing   to   listen   ———   and   rubs   his   knuckles   against   his   palm ,   “   but   they   all   watch .   ”   And   sure   enough   it   feels   like   someone   has   been   watching   him   drag   the   faces   of   some   smart - asses   (   should   he   even   bother   calling   them   muggers ?   Cowards ,   maybe ,   nothing   more   than   that   )   through   mud   of   the   cold   city   streets ,   all   stealthy   and   secretive   in   a   way   Sett   is   far   from   familiar   with .   He   stands   to   his   full   height   again ,   hands   clenched   into   fists .  

          “   SO   WHOEVER’S   OUT   HERE   GETTIN’   an   eyeful   ‘a   this   better   say   hello .   I   was   never   good   at   hide   ‘n   seek .   ”

⇢  SETT  &  RAKAN .    /    @feyquil​ .    /    STARTER   CALL . ( FT . A CANON QUOTE . )

              watch they do.     to marvel at the spectacle of violence is to become a part of the audience,     witnessing knuckles coming into contact with another's face,     knocking out a tooth or two,     it's unique to that type of performance.     it is a dance that requires brute strength,     burly individuals that could easily instill fear into a layperson.     who better at this fatal dance than the king of the pit,     the boss everyone has whispered on    &    on about for his strength   ?     (   what show he truly puts on.     a meat head to the very end of coincidental confrontation.   )     sett's dance     ...     is it calculated,     or is it blind rage that overcomes his being   ?     curiosity may kill the cat,     but a bird's vantage comes from flight alone.

              ❛     not good at hide 'n seek   ?     ❜     finally,     he speaks,     blessing very atmosphere with his voice once more.     talking is his forte,     one of many gifts.     ❛     probably 'cause you're not supposed to punch those you find.     ❜     around the corner    &    he's in full view,     grin plastered on his lips.     mischievous.     not looking for trouble,     but to thank for the show.     or is silent appreciation far superior   ?     ❛     you did a number on those guys,     though.     not bad   !     i'm impressed.     ❜     despite his praise,     distance is maintained.     albeit rakan holds confidence for his own escape tactics,     he opts to be careful around the boss.     /     to become his enemy is to take part of the play,     to be on his stage.     this deadly dance is not for him.     not yet.

League fanart! ^^

"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

              ❛     it's a bit peculiar,     don't you think   ?     ❜     there's an attempt to catch her off guard,     catch her while she's alone     ——     dangerous woman whose capabilities demonstrates a forte for naught but one thing,     per his observing eye    :    killing.     hell,     one misstep is all it takes    &    he's certain that she'd have thirty different ways to kill him planned out.     granted,     he approaches her with caution,     yet can't help but wonder what compelled him to approach her in the first place     (   no,     he knows,     he knows   !     curiosity,     ever the stubborn mistress,     guides him.     a desire to know prevails above every sense that wishes to avert itself from danger.     ❛     a vastaya doing the bidding of a human     ...     ❜     rakan coos,     circling around her slowly,     noticing the distinct features on her personage that resembles that of a feline     —     he's intrigued.     ❛     you under a spell   ?     they got dirt on you   ?     ❜

x     ///     @voracites

anyway give rakan chocolate bc he loves chocolate

            𝚒  𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑

                                        𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚎𝚗𝚍                                                  indie/selective/private