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I'VE BEEN HELLBENT, BABY! ( indie xayah from league of legends )

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magistra-fortune:

Sarah was stopped by a woman, who was not exactly human. Vastaya was not a place familiar to Sarah, and as such she did not think to begin with that such a place existed. She had just wandered throughout wherever she felt to linger.

“No, I am not from here. You are right. Ah…” she paused. ‘Corrupt these grounds?’ Sarah had no intention for corruption. She was not a woman driven by total greed anyway. “I have no intention of doing that, I assure ye.” she murmured, removing her had as she tucked it under her arm. “I must ask though, where am I?” she questioned. “And who are you..?”

❛  you’re in ionia; close to the shoreline, but it’ll be quite the walk to get to any shelter or signs of civilization.  ❜  this woman was a traveller, as she’d suspected, and her intentions seemed to harbour no malice. ( there was no being sure with humans, however– they could never be trusted. )

❛  i’m not really one for introductions, but you can call me xayah. i’m part of the vastaya.  ❜  

❛  and you? why have you come all this way to ionia ?  ❜

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         ( rarely did her plans fail. )

                       ( rarer yet did they ever fail this horribly. )

it was a relief that her pursuers hadn’t been at her heels for long, but it would’ve been shocking if they were able to. she moved as a wisp of purple hues against the nature scenery, too fast for a human to keep up with, much less ones clad in heavy armour. 

caution rang through her body once xayah finally began to slow her pace, confident enough that she’d shaken them off her trail, but not stupid enough to let her guard down. the rebel’s footsteps were practiced and light, and the moment of silence was enough for her to notice her unwanted company.

her feather blades flew towards the source of the noise, sticking themselves into the ground to serve as a warning rather than a fatal blow.

         ❛  hey! watch it!  ❜  

with a gentle movement of her wrist, xayah recalled the feathered blades to her palms and turned her body to confront the stranger. 

                                    ❛  you really startled me for a second! ❜  

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shxxtgun:

  Nothing she said rang a bell. Which made him ever so more curious. And very suspicious. But he had sense. He knew nothing about her, what could she do. Pulling his guns out wouldn’t be the best of ideas.

So he’d play the game, for now.

     ❝Something I shouldn’t.❞ He replies simply.

like an instinctive reaction, xayah felt her fingers curl in on themselves, resisting the urge to grasp for her feather blades. 

          ( something about this stranger wasn’t right. )

being able to identify an enemy was crucial in her line of work— to stick a blade in their back before they could aim for her own, but killing recklessly was off the table. she wouldn’t gamble for the upper hand today.

❛  interesting .  .  .  is there at least a name they call you by ?  ❜ 

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ooc. working on a tag dump and possibly writing some info pages tonight!!!! if u would like, u can like this post for a short starter!!

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ooc. me: (makes a theme)

me, not even a week later: ..... i’m sick of this theme. i need a new one

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her PRIDE was stubborn. typically, that pride aided her as a rebel and freedom fighter– but when she found herself lost, asking for help was more of a last resort than an option.

xayah might have been content to remain lost, if the sun wasn’t already setting over the horizon and little to no progress had been made in her current mission. 

             ( well  .  .  .  might as well get this over with. )

❛  hey ! excuse me,  ❜  she spoke, electing to approach the first person she encountered,  ❛  could you tell me where i am ?  ❜ 

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she’d never known a time when rakan wasn’t looking to dazzle and amaze. he never failed to captivate awe-struck audiences with golden plumage and graceful movements, and she admired his ability to draw so much attention so quickly. it was something xayah could never fathom of coming close to achieving.

while an intriguing character, she’d departed ways with him after their first encounter in vlonqo. xayah had intended to keep it that way, too, but it seemed he had somehow already found his way back to her.

her gaze cast over her shoulder to greet him.

❛  rakan .  .  .  ❜  she acknowledged, arching an eyebrow curiously.  ❛  it’s been a while; i’d almost gotten used to the silence.  ❜

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❛  you’re not from here.  ❜  a statement more than an inquiry: the stranger’s demeanour and outfit stuck out in the tranquility of ionia, so it wasn’t hard to piece together. they looked like just another wandering human .  .  .

                                              how irritating.

❛  if you’re only here to corrupt these grounds, then leave this place.  ❜

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⭐️girls with long hair are so pretty ⭐️girls with short hair are so pretty ⭐️girls with no hair are so pretty ⭐️girls are so pretty

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                               I HAD A DREAM ABOUT YOU ;

                                                               I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU.  

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shxxtgun:

  This had to be one of Sombra’s little friends, right? Eyes narrow, not like she could tell, though. The only thing really staring in that direction was an empty mask. 

  ❝What are you?❞ The curiosity gets the better of him. Hey, killers can be curious too, right?

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she’d been observing the stranger from the corner of her eye for a while now– rather, observing his choice in attire. ( what did he need to hide behind that mask ? )

when he first spoke to her, xayah almost expected him to call her out on her staring.

❛  you know, it’s polite to introduce yourself, and then ask questions.  ❜  but regardless, she humours him.  ❛  i’m part of the vastaya; of the lhotian tribe.  ❜

                                            ❛  and what are you ?  ❜

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“There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?”

worried starters / accepting

worry and fear were not expressions that regularly plagued xayah, and to be remarked on those rare instances caused hesitation. ( since when had she become so easy to read ? ) 

the words stalled on her lips, carefully pondering the tone of her response.

❛  .  .  .  nothing happened. i don’t let lingering emotions get the better of me.  ❜ at least, she tried not to.

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girls loving girls? pure. girls walking down the street holding hands? amazing. girls kissing at the beach? perfect. girls running into each others arms at airports? The Dream.

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ooc. i still need to clarify this in my verses and about pages, but it might be useful to know that my xayah is written shortly after she meets rakan. 

for right now, my reasoning for them not dating is simply because she doesn’t know him well enough and she’s pretty occupied by her solo travels atm.... y'know, just in case anyone wasn’t clear on that or thought i’d have a cooler explanation.

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ooc. can you tell who my brother and i are maining right now