Rakan Has Appeared! What To Do?

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              ❛     katarina,     ❜     so does lhotlan speak without prior thought,     hesitation's curse lost on him    ;    no thoughts were needed to address her,     a deadly rose whose thorns could make him bleed if he got too close.     her knives sharp,     her words sharper,     not exactly lacking on veracity with her moves     ———     he's seen her rise multiple times against those that dared to challenge her,     the blood they shed a crown she wore proudly,     scarlet hue of her locks a warning to all that dare cross her.     once again,     the announcers speaks another     'ENEMY PENTAKILL!'     before he speaks again.     ❛     ping me one more time,    &    i will throw myself into the enemy team again.     get fucked.     ❜

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how do u feel abt my rakan?

MARS OMG.....ARE U TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK??

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              lies    &    deceit truly will guide him to some of the most peculiar of adventures.     previous ones were short - lived,     involved nothing but a little bit of walking,     perhaps sneaking into somewhere,     enjoy the moment,     all familiar jazz he's dealt with before.     only few ever lasted longer than those brief trips.     one,     in particular,     had him crossing over a city or two.     no problem for him   !     but this   ?     this is on a grander scale than his previous adventures.     he's set off to wander ionia,     almost top to bottom to fulfill promise of unbinding him from his bow.     that promise held not a speck of truth.     but oh,     at least he can talk without fearing that death is looming over him,     or rather,     shooting deadly arrows his direction.

              ❛     so     ...     ❜     there's a hum,    &    he's wondering what type of conversation they could have.     something to fill the awkward silence between them.     ❛     you're how many years old   ?     i know this is the 5th time i've asked,     but i just need to make sure you aren't pulling my leg here   !     ❜       ///       @blightbrought​

' seasons, they will change. life will make you grow. death can make you hard. everything is temporary, everything will slide. but, they say, love will never die. ' ( birds, imagine dragons )

              it strikes him as odd at first.     hearing royalty's words escape him so effortlessly,     preaching on universal topics that can be found at the base of anyone's heart    :    desire to live,     aversion for death,     hopeful for love,     love,     love.     '   life will make you grow,   '     it's a typical statement,     isn't it   ?     how traversing through life's bog    &    withstanding its treacherous obstacles is what builds character   ?     he thinks that's it.     many times has it landed upon his ears    &    many times has he reaffirmed that notion.     rakan's own life wasn't without its own turmoil    ;    rather,     danger beckoned him forward,     cause he'd die for setting him in the most dangerous situations     ———     not like he didn't enjoy it,     though.     there was a thrill to be found in it,     taunting others    &    making out of it with every bone intact.     that's what he thinks,     at least.

              ❛     love won't ever die.     ❜     rakan deliberately echoes jarvan's words,     humming    &    a grin forms on his lips.     ❛     'cause i do think that,     say,     love makes you do something crazy,     you'd still die feeling it    &    all.     that love,     i mean.     ❜     clears his throat,     delivering a confident nod,     pearly whites slightly visible as edges of his lips continue curving upwards into a fonder    &    fonder smile.     again,     again,     she's on his mind.     just like it's always been.     just like it always will be.     ❛     maybe they're right.     love won't ever die,     but that's only if you ask me   !     ❜     immediately his tone changes,     heavy - hearted somber moments just weren't his thing   !     ❛     take it from me,     i've got an 80% chance of being right.     10% chance of being a little off the mark,    &    that last 10%     ...     it might look like i'm off the mark,     but i'm actually right on the center   !     so,     really,     it's actually 90%.     isn't that interesting   ?     ❜       ///       @lightshielded

the end.     ///     quartlet.

LAUGHTER PEELS FROM THE VOID BELOW,   the sound curdles and quivers,  unfurling vast tapestries of discordant clangs and pinches of pink noise.  He laughs.  laughs in the face of hopelessness,   laughs for all the putty flesh that makes him,  him.  may he lose himself in this sound,  in the lights ahead and all around.  trillions of them,  distant and dead from this vantage point.  they breathe their last sigh before bowing unto the encroaching Darkness,  the era of black holes and pristine emptiness unwound and unbound,  the era of rogue planets spinning into ad infinitum until their iron cores consume them from the inside out.  how they scream !  how they dream !  how they die  !  HE LAUGHS.  He mourns.  He weeps for no others may dare try,  no tears can be wetted upon a vast cheek. 

❛  NO,  you did not,  DiD yOu ? ❜  those last words are snatched by a static pulse,  a static hum.  it skips and fragments.  dislodged from all meaning yet perfectly riddling itself inside cosmic bones and welts of nebulae.   at this,  the God Without a Throne bends,  His unforeseeable eye narrows while laughter dies at the cavern of His might throat.  when it ends,  so too does a dead star’s drawn out agony before He peels it apart,  carves it up like satin,  splays it across the sky before it bubbles and foams into lesser atoms.  drawing lines with the sickled tips of claws,  almost lazily,  thoughtlessly.  

how fortunate this one is,  to be a creature of somewhat significance,  his guts not entirely composed of organic matter,  for deep down there were flecks of stardust.   in fact,  He could gaze into the depths of his soul.  find every knick and knot.  pull back and laugh again at the simplicity.  He does not such thing,  instead,  He merely stares and stares and stares.  unblinking.  unflinching.  wild choruses reverberate across a thousand lightyears,  their instant breaks into eternity as their throats are ripped from their bodies in a ceremony of entropy.  stone cold moons orbit in the distance,  suns follow behind,  then all at once they are swallowed whole.  ❛  but you did it for her  … ❜  spoke He,  ❛  did you not ?  you took all the darkness that lay dormant inside you both,  you consumed it WhOlE in hopes to bring about salvation.  ❜

another cackle wretches from the beyond.  the voice was high pitched,  clammy,  scratching.  then another one bows into boils of laughter,  then another after that,  until there is another wicked choir set on mocking the little soul before them.  He does nothing.  He does not laugh.  what liquid matter swirled inside that eye turns its attention to the side,  and before long,  the laughter stops.  the supermassive black hole gurgling at his side also gazes beyond,  far beyond,  unto everything and nothing.  it hungers and so does He. a hushed,  ancient purr fills rakan’s weary ears this time.  were he anyone else,  the sound alone would have carved his mind into half.  ❛  pitiful little guardian,  i should destroy you here and now for your failure,  yet  …  i am a BeNeVoLeNt god.  i will offer you a chance. ❜ 

              O,     STARS ABOVE   !!     how your gleaming presence was filled with lies upon lies,     how each twinkle was nary a sign of hope,     each was hushed deceit to manipulate star guardian from young.     //     ah,     how destiny once held benign promise of freedom,     to grant power of flight through mere action of accepting contract that has bounded him to this fate,     to see his name next to those who have fallen   !!!     his dreams,     that of jubilant singer whose comrades were the very stars themselves,     a star who shined like no other,     a guardian that offered benevolence    &    promises of a future hope to the stars that have so nurtured him from young age,     who have meticulously watched every move,     every quiet night he sung,     every passionate dance performed     ———     the stars were no audience,     they were initial saviors that furthered his passion     //     bah,     but what is passion for one who's been consumed by darkness of the galaxy,     who,     in reality,     resigned freedom to fall for a light that cares not for those it deems worthy guardians.

              each vocable leaving this malevolent god did not sound real.     reality had been distorted,     reality's once intact mirror had been shattered,     it is no longer chained by the rules of logic nor the everyday occurrences.     the sun was no longer the mighty light that graced them with vision,     that aided life's tasks with ease,     that dawned beyond the horizon with promises of a new day    &    the vibrant hope that lied within its grasp.     it was irresistible.     to reject the sun's light   ?     unimaginable.     even as a guardian,     fighting for the first light's honeyed promises of doing the right thing    &    saving the stars,     the sun had always been revered for its might.     to see what once shined so brilliantly be crushed with ease,     it defies all precedents of his perceived reality.     all is fair game.     he is nothing.     status of a guardian greatly diminished when curtain unveiled the horrors that lied beyond mundane tasks    :    what gods of total destruction the first light kept secret from them,     there is no strength in donning facade against them,     no hope,     no hope,     even if he wishes not to reveal the miseries deep within,     the grief dying starlight holds within him,     there is no use in hiding.

              ❛     i did it for her.     ❜    damned pity,     from a god who knows naught of his plight.     he is bold,     blasphemous,     furious.     grit teeth,     surely baring them as means to intimidate,     barely containing anger against supposed hand that is of a deceptive warmth,     one that may offer a promise,    a sliver of hope,     but he's had it with hope.     hope is not the foundation for brighter future,     it is the ruination   !!     it is what impedes growth,     it is what led him to his fate.     to reject this hand is to reject hope.     ❛     &    i'd do it again.     again    &    again.     ❜     daring,     daring,     limbs moving without thought put into each action, advancing towards the large form,     as if to face it.     face him.     face the end.     ❛     you think i'd take another chance   ?     the same way the first light offered a chance to be a star guardian   ?     the way i was offered a chance to be alive again,     only to lose a huge part of me   ?     i don't give a damn if you're a bene     ...     benevu- whatever, point is,     i'm done taking chances.     you offering one won't make a difference.     you destroy.     you don't create life.     ❜

Dont mind her , standing on the tips of her toes ! JUST to try and be taller than him though its all fun & games ! Swaying her nine tails as if they were a cloak of feathers she appeared to be impersonating him ever so slightly .

              kumiho's solid attempt at matching vastaya's height could be considered adorable,     endearing,     &    to an extent,     enchanting    &    charming.     was that not her goal,     though   ?     to charm him    &    lull him into faux security,     his down fall were his guard to be let down so easily.     is this her true intent   ?     possibly so.     does he consider such a dire possibility   ?     no.     joy's grin curves at rakan's lips,     features brighten up    &    an amused chuckle escapes him.     he's impressed at her attempt to impersonate him.     it could use some work,     though there's a certain flattery that comes with impersonation.

              ❛     fox tails for wings,     huh   ?     ❜     hum indicates that he's pondering over it,     as if it were a viable idea,     albeit surely     ...     ❛     nope,     think my feathers still take the cake   !     they shine    &    glimmer in the sunlight,     y'know   ?     ❜       ///       @vuikusen