#wingsofvalor

2.When did your last hug take place?-When I said bye to my dad when I went back to school

6.Have you ever been called a tease?-Not often, but a few times I have

13.Do you believe in love?-Of course. What kind of person doesn't?

14.What makes you laugh no matter what?-Monty Python sketches

20.Do you secretly like someone?-Yes.  And if I said so, it wouldn't be a secret

23.What are you NOT looking forward to?-Actually doing school

28.Are you a forgiving person?-Yes.  I can eventually forgive someone unless they do something unspeakable horrible

30.Do you fall for people easily?...yes.  Let's leave it at that

35.If you could move somewhere else, would you?-Probably somewhere in Europe, like Denmark.

42.Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?-While I do believe in love, I don't believe in soul-mates.

Canaries, Finches, Cockatiels, Lovebirds, small Parakeets, Parrotlets, Caiques, small Conures, Lories, Lorikeets, large Parakeets, Pionus, Poicephalus, African Greys, Amazons & small Cockatoos (:

✏ :What are their creative outlets?

//Archery was the only skill Varus ever showed great promise in.  His skill with a bow is unmatched, doing things most are unable.  Though he rarely uses it for nothing other than killing, he makes archery an art form.

♡ :Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.

//Freshly tilled soil.  His wife's family were farmers, so she always smelled like the earth, something he grew to love.

۞:Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

۞:Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

//Hello!

Yes, Nasus does have inner demons. Once again I point to Infernal Nasus. In my headcanons, Infernal Nasus is a result of thousands of years spent brooding over his failure to protect Shurima and speak out against the appointing of Xerath as Azir's new mentor (According to askazir's headcanons we've discussed). His transformation symbolizes the rage and anguish (Thus the red color of his fur and the talk about trying the ascendants as Xerath had done as well as losing Renekton) he holds deep within. The headcanons that ask-sivir and I have developed together have Nasus living with immense guilt after his Infernal form emerged for the first time and caused him to slaughter hundreds of innocent Shurimans. This is probably the curator's largest demon, at least for my big doge. Thanks for asking! :D

Talon had yet again ran into Quinn on a mission, it was probably to be expected since this mission took him so close to Demacia. This was starting to become routine. Only this time it was a little messy seemed Quinn had been ordered to take Talon in for one reason or another.

While in a struggle in her attempt to handcuff Talon they got hand cuffed to each other instead. It was all Talon needed he growled and pulled on the chain that attached the pair. There was no way he was going to be able to complete his mission now. But he was not going to let Quinn take him back to Demacia with his superior size there was no way she could drag him were she wanted….but Talon on the other hand. He mulled over the thought for a moment before dismissing it.

He looked down at cuffs. He didn’t want to take Quinn back to Noxus…last time this happened he ended up freeing her to get a Swain. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. He needed to stop before people started to think he was soft.

He should be able to pic the lock if Quinn would allow it. “Hold still”

130: “I’m stuck.”

This was a situation Talon never imagined he would be in. He looked down to his knees which were already sinking in the sand. He looked round for something to grab and would start to lean out to the nearest vine but it was just out of reach. He quickly got rose back up when the hand he had lead started to sink.

He sighed. He was not use to missions in the jungle. No one had trained him for dealing with most of the wild life nor told him how to deal with things such a quick sand. Most his work was in the city states and very really in a forest. How was he supposed to know what to do when that chimera showed up. He was swift enough to get away but in his careless dash for safety he didn’t realize the branch he was hiding on was weak. When it gave way it landed him hear, he realized he was lucky the beast seemed to have moved on but he still didn’t know how to get out.

He had been hear on a mission to spy on Quinn the demacian archer. She must be nearby somewhere he knew he was getting close. Revealing himself would ruin his mission and he would be punished for it later but it was better then death. Or if the archer choose to kill him it would be swifter then this slow submerge to death. He grunted angry before yelling out. “Quinn!…I’m stuck…” letting the sentence die at the end, he hoped no other predators would find him.