#carminae

                         𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒     𝐎𝐅     𝐀     small     child     make     their     way     through     the     carnage,     blood     splattering     against     his     sandal     toes,     but     he     can     scarcely     understand     what     weight     it     holds.     Instead     he     is     invigorated     by     the     opportunity     to     run     free     from     the     walls     of     a     destroyed     orphanage     :     it     seems     that     in     his     youth,     his     blissful     ignorance     is     what     serves     him     best.     A     head     of     wild     hair     jolts     as     he     trips     over     the     extended     leg     of     a     corpse.     The     streets     of     Noxus     remain     chaotic     as     Kayn     falls     &     catches     himself     on     the     concrete.                              ❛    𝑶𝒐𝒇     !     ❜                         He     huffs     &     his     lip     trembles     as     he     picks     himself     back     up,     staring     with     wide     eyes     at     the     face     of     a     dead     man     before     scrambling     away,     just     tearing     his     gaze     away     before     he     runs     into     another —

CARAPACED ARMS, TIPPED IN THE CLAWS OF HIS NATIVE FORM clutch tight to the broad end of his bow, his life blood. It seems to hum within his grasp, the mighty war cry of vengeance and pestilence. He yearns for blood, yearns to sate they rage within his veins and the need to fulfill his unrelenting drive for vengeance. Kai and Valmar rail against his disposition, two mortal souls consumed by the empowered darkness that was his entire essence. They will be gone soon, he thinks. No more voices in the back of his mind trying to wrest control from his immaculate aim. 

He is crouched upon a nearby rock, weapon strung and vibrating with energy. Strong, inhuman legs keep him stationary in the brutal wind - even as the elements whip his crimson scarf, his snow white hair around his perfect features. He takes aim then, and lets his malevolent arrow fly. It whispers sings through the air like a Siren’s call, a scream of defiance that is only shattered by the explosion of the nearby tree it cleanly connected with. A warning shot, or perhaps a greeting. Varus never missed. 

Slowly, he stands from his perch, drawing to his full height... though it seemed incomparable to Rhaast’s own. 

                 “I have waited centuries to be given purpose again.                                                 -- To see our kind again.”

Send me your URL and I’ll tell you // Accepting

My Opinion on;

Character in general: I love demons and there’s rhaast. the dude who does heavy breathing on the rift like a creep. Still love him. 

How they play them: Need I really say how they play him? Because Tora does amazing and has beautiful words to detail him and his habits. Poetic writing c:

The Mun: A sweet bih that what they is. A truly talented writer and can pick up muses left and right if they so desired. I love their writing and their art. 

Do I:

RP with them: Sometimes???? I don’t know.

Want to RP with them:  Yes i’d love to. i’m always down for some interactions with them. 

What is my:

Overall Opinion: Tora is just amazing at what they do and does not disappoint at all. I’m always excited to see what they post and what they write for rhaast. Just amazing all around. c:

@carminae​ inquired:  ‘ there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat ’

“Obviously.”

happy birthday ! hope you're gonna have a great day

Non-Sexual Acts of Dominance! - No Longer Accepting!

He raised an eyebrow and flashed a cheeky grin to the darkin. It wasn’t uncommon for Rakan to help himself to a seat on Rhaast’s lap during the time they would spend together. After all, the red skinned creature was rather warm and spoiled the golden Vastaya well. And there was nothing he loved more than attention. His bright blue eyes glimmered with a hint of suggestiveness as he moved closer.