#shiftasthesands

continuation of RP with @shiftasthesands

Many months would pass by as the two figureheads of their respective lands had made a powerful trade deal with one another. Though the fine details are one to leave to the politicians, the long-lasting benefits for both is enormous.

"I trust you are ready for my part, Emperor Azir? To bring clean water to the people of Shurima as decreed in my part. No longer shall your devout worry about water no more." The Prince said excitedly whilst the two were within the Emperor's Palace.

Starter for @shiftasthesands

The Auzorean had found a new waypoint inhabited by others. He had no clue whether these were advanced, primitive, friendly or hostile. Regardless, documenting the location was an important task. For his role as researcher.

Travelling to this world through his Leyline Waypoints, a spell that allows him to traverse through dimensions by connecting invisible lines within world that were ever-connected no matter how enclosed it was. Only those that are blessed by the Divine with powers to change would be able to do so. With little travel time or travel cost, he would find himself in this world long before eventually, though he landed himself in a Desert.

Somewhat displeased by where he was transported, he looked around aimlessly, a small umbrella opened, blocking out the sun directly underneath him, his tail wrapped around him snuggly.

Azir’s curiousity knew no bounds. He didn’t know Talon much, he was indifferent towards the other. However, he couldn’t help it. OH how he missed his hair back in his human days. How soft the other’s reminded him of it.

Azir reached over, being gently with his talons as his fingers tangled in the other’s silky hair. “Do tell me, what shampoo do you use?”

Talon purred softly as Azir’s fingers carded through his hair. It was a pleasant sensation, and for the moment, he found himself slowly relaxing. Tension bled from him, the anger and desire for vengeance dissipating for a moment and leaving him exhausted and wanting for affection. 

Azir was in the middle of his walk. Now that he brought his empire back he would always view what was happening. No one was going to cause trouble in his legacy. Upon spotting the other he listened. Insulting his creation and gold mine? Would this be another troublemaker he would have to deal with a swift hand?

“Shurima  is not for the weak i suppose, It is aged and a relic. You seem to be very far from home.” He spoke as he made his way over to him with two sand guards by his side.

“I hail from the sea, stranger.” Talon hissed beneath his breath - it was disconcerting indeed to be approached by creatures of sand, yet alone any creature that chose to make their home in this hateful wasteland. 

“Who are you? I wonder if you remain here because you choose to, or if it is because this is the only place you can rule without fear of people overthrowing you.”

He gave the being a sly glance. 

questions for the mun, regarding the muse.