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Knock on Wood!

“I have seen and heard a lot, you know? When you travel, and you are as handsome as me, lots of stuff comes your way. Once I was being followed by three different tribes in the Freljord because they had gotten into their head that I was a sort of spy coming here to steal their true ice or something, as if I were dumb enough to come close to that stuff, when I really only took a ceremonial dagger carved out of Yeti horns they promised they’d let me check out anyways. And I only took it cos they started chasing me! And accused me of something I did not do. Anyways, as I was trying to escape in a terrain they know better than me, knee deep in snow, I sent a quick prayer to every god I knew just in case, between them, Anivia. And wouldn’t you know it, a blizzard cuts through them and me and they lost my tracks! So now every time I’m off in the Freljord, I try to give her something nice. I don’t know how they honor her, but she seems to like the flower crowns I make for her and the song I learnt from some nomads, given that I’m not a hundreed feet under pounds of snow yet.”

movements far more erratic, animal-like in nature of darting, swift, caused the maven to be incapable of tracking her very own whereabouts. through the brush, whipping branches stinging, the embrace of a woman is cut short——tumbling together, they fall, separated briefly. scrambling, however, sona is captured once more by her mysterious guardian’s graces. no time to observe, to thank, whilst cut skin and torn silk mattered not; rushing footsteps in the nearby array of trees, lurking shadows, grunts, spoke of her assailants.

it was incredibly simple for sona to remain silent as the distant men neared, surveying, tracking, in hopes of detecting their collective presence. at last, the maven exchanged her gaze with the… vastayan? sona had only ever heard of such folk, sharing both human and animal traits.

motioning gently to interrupt, she did not allow the other to speak her apology (her mind, of course, had already conveyed her sorrow in the flurry of the retreat) as sona far more valued her desire to protect. had it not been for her quickness, noxian bandits would have surely slain her——or worse, captured her upon knowing of her reputation within demacia.

regardless, her mind spoke, sapphire gaze aglow within the shadows of their cover.

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     ❛ Xayah doesn’t like Ahri? I know that much! Then again, she tends not to get along great with most people. Something about the wanting-to-be-human thing rubs her the wrong way, I guess. I don’t wholly agree with that sort of thing either. Like, seriously, human?

       I’m just like. Take pride in what you are, man !! We have a history and a legacy. Our people are old and storied. We deserve better than what Ionia has given to us! Doesn’t that bother you? Being treated like an animal, disrespected for what you are?

       But, I’m a little more forgiving than Xayah. People change. Oooor they have reasons for things. I don’t really know much about her. We should learn more, I’ve never seen one like her before. Unique, new tribes—that counts for somethin’!! ❜

S3ND NUD3S

Santangelo’s Field guide could be very descriptive and had beautiful illustrations to help you not get bored out of your mind imagine what he had the luck to see. He talked about people who walked the fine line between human and beast, of features that mixed perfectly together, but none of his most precice or poetic footnotes could ever hope to do justice to reality. Yes, there was no being alive that could accurately paint this blessing of the skies above, be in in paint or prose.

Black amber hair that reached far past the elegant curve of her shoulders, golden eyes that stared straight into your soul as the rest of her being laid bare. Fit, athletic, and with curves to kill, she was surrounded by the comfort of her own tails framing her as the center of all attention. And oh, he was only human.

[Ezreal] // You don’t know half of how much I like it

[Ezreal] // So is this a special occassion or are you always this effortlessly perfect?

Yeah. His words aren’t gonna cut it, his brain isn’t thinking straight. He takes his shirt off and maybe a hundred pictures he then picks from. The one he chooses isn’t half as revealing as hers, only a tease. One can see from his lips parted barely in a smirk, down the line on his neck to his sculpted collarbones leading to broad shoulders. His chest, on the center of the picture, led way to his tensed abdomen, narrow waist and the deep V marking the begging of his hips. And well, if he’s tensing his muscles to show off what urban exploring, wall climbing and trekking give you, then it’s not really a sin. No one walks with a six pack all day long. It was a shame he couldn’t get a ‘natural’ pose where he showed his legs. They were by far his strongest asset.

[Ezreal] // Hope you like my ‘thank you’ 👀