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                 ‵   you must understand  ,  i am a creature of the land         the depth of the ocean  ;;  it scares me sometimes   .   the crushing weight of all that water   .   i'm sure you find the idea of land similarly distasteful   .   ‵

                            ‵   but you are  not  a creature of the land anymore than  i  am  ,  star-child   .   &&  still you  choose  to walk it  .   ‵  

        the creature’s mouth thins  ,  hiding away sharp teeth which mirror the crag she leans over   .   countless  she has drawn to the ocean with her songs  &&  it is only  NOW  ,  with a hunger that has little to do with mere  feeding  ,  that her call finds such stark rejection   .   why         ??   why only this one         ?   are the sky  &&  sea truly so unsuited for one another  ?           any other walking these shores  &&  she would have relent by now  .   find a soul more prone or  ,  at least  ,  more  amusing  to erode through the water’s temptations    .   but this is something much more captivating than a simple meal   .   no  ,  she does not find what the land offers now to be  distasteful  in the slightest  ,  she  YEARNS  for it  &&  will not give in so easily  .

                           ‵   i only invite you to see that which  most  of this world truly is   .   will you not join me  ,  even for a moment   ?   ‵   

What she did not expect was to find someone... or perhaps something that surely is not from Demacia. Well, it needed not much guessing. She was intrigued && with a slight tug of her horse, she rode towards the stranger.

Hopping off her horse, she turned to face the mystery woman before her

❛  Greetings, stranger. I am Fiora of House Laurent,  ❜ she properly introduced herself  ❛  && you are certainly a stranger to these lands. What business do you have in this place?  ❜ 

𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂    could have possibly prepared daria for what her eyes settled on  .  the wizard in town, the creatures deep in those mines, nor the sneaky forest spirits eminent in this town,    somehow,    just didn’t  ....  compare  .  what could compare to an ethereal being like the woman before her wake  ?  freshly cut timber clatters to the ground upon daria’s train of thought floats away, but billets of raw wood hitting her feet do just the trick  .    

   ❝  WILD CREATURES nurture themselves, by themselves, and protect their hearts even from one another... I can only imagine how bizarre this must sound to you.  ❞

god ur writing is just....... *chefskiss* also i love your fc for nami…

       ‵   a  .  .  .  minor set back  ,  leave it be  .   we cannot  rely  on the stars descending to save us from ourselves  ,  can we  ?  no  ,  adapting past our own deficiencies is the  only  alternative to  self-destruction  .   ‵

UNPROMPTED mailbox for the fox ! ✿ always accepting. @starcalls​ has asked: "Doesn't it all seem so... unreal, sometimes? Life, the world, everything... Sometimes I feel like I am floating. Drifting. Are you ever drifting too?"

DRIFTING ? The words echo within her mind, waltzing and pirouetting in circles, searching for a response that cannot be found in this endless abyss of stolen memories and grotesque thoughts. Truth to be told, Ahri has never thought of things as UNREAL... Perhaps because SHE was the most unreal thing to ever wander across these ancient lands   /   A woman who carried both the maiden and death within her aching bosom, a barren garden where rotting corpses of long lost dreams were buried, a halcyon beast with the fragile heart of a poignant human. How could she be so many things and still hope to, one day, become WHOLE ? To be fragmented into a myriad of divergent and jagged pieces was her curse, her perpetual punishment for the sins committed by devil-kissed lips and lethal claws. 

A courteous shake of her head, the fleeting dancing of sapphire locks and the sudden recoiling of lustrous tails.   ❝  I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something like that. Sometimes, I’ve felt out of place, as if this world had yet to create a place for my soul to repose upon... But not once, have I felt as if I was living in a whimsical masquerade.  ❞   It’s not easy to openly vocalize the many liabilities that perpetually continue to cruelly stab her heart and imprison her feelings, even after so many years ; however, despite the she-fox’s usual puerile antagonism towards any kind of emotional or truthful discourse, she cannot help but be instinctively drawn to the sterling warmth of the star. What an odd occurrence, indeed !

Starcalls Sent :  "Do you ever want to know your future? I can read what the stars have in store for you tonight. If you wish."

Unprompted! || Always Accepting ! @starcalls​