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           GLIMPSES OF TAWNY FEATHERED PLUME   catches his eye before it is eventually squandered by shadows.  the lay of the land  —  the first lands was one interwoven with magics far beyond true comprehension.  pulsing veins of ancient rites,  burgeoned trees,  roots slick with honeyed sap that overlap  and nature which is untouched by the hands of smoke and shadow alike.  this imagery is not lost to him.  nor is the freckled wardance which permeates between. 

            ❛  you know,  i never was overly fond on the concept of laws.  ❜   his posture is keen,  resting upon the ball of his foot as the artisan turns,  his cape billowing about like half - clipped wings of waxy ivory.   venom dribbles from his words,  not quite so deadly but the threat is there.  the vatsayan’s presence was not so much a hinderance,  nor a total annoyance.  he merely was,  and whether he would tip the balance on that scale  …  well,  that was up to him.  for now,  the golden devil smiles.  he smiles and smiles and smiles. 

              ❛  i had assumed you were the same,  given your escapades but i see now that i was sadly mistaken.  ❜

              peculiar similarity arises from innocuous remark,     what was delivered with intent of being naught more than a jest is accepted as more,     as a perceived truth for the vastaya.     they,     however,     overlap,     a distaste for law    &    rules      ————     surely,     there were unspoken rules that governed the land,     the sea,     the world,     every aspect of life,     urging all to abide by intangible law for one's survival     (   a natural instinct,     wouldn't that be it   ?   ).     were rules    &    law similar,     though   ?     one's written    &    the other's implied   ?     no,     no,     the matter seems too convoluted altogether.     he'd rather adhere to his own pre - conceived notions as to what they truly are.     for now,     however,     heart speaks    :    it'd be an act of insolence to leave masked guest without a response,     to disappear from general vicinity    &    leave him without response.     (   or is it the smell of danger that appeals to him,     calls to him   ?   )

              ❛     jeez,     you really can't take even the smallest joke,     huh   ?     ❜     the venom's not lost on rakan     ————     it's palpable,     it's there,     it's potential for conflict to be born amidst what's perceived as naught more than a chat.     mask, whose visage carved from impassive marble     (   surface of the mask intricate yet smooth,     eerie with its perpetual smile etched onto its form   ),     turned away,     grants rakan opportunity to scrutinize potential threat    :    lily white cape hung over upper - half of body,     mauve fabric of varying tones underneath,     gold sparingly used in his design,     he must admit it's an impeccable style     ——     wait,     wait,     that's just stylish   !!     nothing indicative of his battle technique.     well     ...     he looks scrawny.     there,     a sigh    &    chuckle leaves him,     confidence     (   nay,     cockiness   )     exuding from breath's escape.

              ❛     you're a bit too serious,     don't you think   ?     ❜     cerulean hues fix their focus on the cape,     tight - lipped hum given,     allowing instinct itself to guide his path towards the side of the artisan.     rakan only sees the mask,     eternally poised look intact.     curiosity causes brows to raise,     wondering what,     oh what,     could lie under that mask   ?     ❛     maybe that's why you've got a mask on,     yeah   ?     you got a lot of wrinkles from being way too uptight,     don't you   ?     ❜