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RP | Ask Blog for a Vastayan OC

[the-river-king-deactivated20191]

”Tahm, my friend. I’ve got some gifts for you.”

Tahm’s ever present smile grew bigger once more at the Vastaya’s words. He'd learnt that gifts rarely came without requests for compensation. But, then again, perhaps he was wrong. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d been mistaken.

 ‘That’s too kind of you, Mikail, but I lament, for I have nothing to offer you in return. That is, unless you hunger for my aid, of course?’

[dansuerose-blog]

”Mm no, not yet at least. But I got a box of these and it reminded of the time you visited. You looked so content so-” he holds out a decorated box, shaking it slightly to allow the content to clatter around. It was a box of cookies, a rather large one at that. ”Don’t worry, I get these a lot in the mail sometimes. I have a friend who is aware of my sweet tooth. But I don’t eat them quick enough. It would be a shame to let them spoil.”

[morganas-bakery-deactivated2021]

”I find your feathers to be quite admirable. Even if your sister thinks otherwise. Who wants boring white ones anyway?”

Morgana groaned loudly and pulled down at the skin on her face. "Kayle! Kayle! Kayle! Do you think I give a fuck about Kayle? I don't care who you think is better, I don't want to be compared to her!" Morgana said, her eyes now aflame. "What's next, my eyes are different than hers? 'I think the dark one is hotter!'" She said in a mocking voice. "Stop bringing up Kayle! You and all the mortals! I'm my own person!"

[dansuerose-blog]

”I do not think you're hot, no offense of course.” he says calmly, eyes blinking a few times in shock at her reaction. ”I just enjoy your taste in color palette. It’s not often that you see someone actually comprise an outfit with complementary shades. Vastaya are usually the ones to use such vivid colors in their plumage. It’s quite a treat to see others having the same careful eye.”

[deathdenier]

”I adore the color of your hair.”

" Aye see y'arr a fan, t'is a shame I'm not accepting new crewmates t'is season, but I do love t'e shade on y'arrs as well. "

[dansuerose-blog]

”Do you? I was debating on the pink or maybe red. I worry that maybe pink is TOO much.”

[jest-a-puppeteer]

” You're quite a character, aren't you? ”

The jester tipped his head from side to side, the bells upon his hat jingling with the motions as he stared curiously from behind the ever-grinning mask.   “I do try to be.” Extending his arms either side in a bit of a flourish, Shaco then bounced a couple of steps closer to the taller man, hopping with both feet like a bunny as his arms went behind his back innocently.   “I enjoy this whole bird look you’re going for.” He stood upright but only on the tiptoes of one leg, the other foot pressed against the side of his knee like a ballerina mid-pirouette. “It’s missing something thooooough… I just don’t know what.” A single finger tapped at the mouth of his mask in thought.

[dansuerose-blog]

He watches the jester does his little dance. Confused at first as the much smaller man observes him. A brow quirks, lips pulling into a thin line as the feathers on his form bristle just slightly. ”I am a bird.” he says flatly. ”Vastaya to be exact- where exactly is this.” he says motioning slightly with his hands. ”Perhaps I’ve wandered too far, or, the wrong way. Hm.” he thinks to himself staring down at the mask. Eyes unblinking before he finally breaks the gaze. Searching for any sort of markings for him to understand where he was.

[dansuerose-blog]

I finally drew reference for Mikail

[dansuerose-blog]

I finally drew reference for Mikail

[iconoclast-xayah]

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He remained silent as she explained the situation. He hadn’t been that long from home, had he? He faltered for a brief moment, smile fading from his face as he attempted to find a way to compose himself. ”Gone? Are you sure they’re all completely was gone? Now wait.” he takes a step back, hands positioning themselves between him and her as he stated at her uneasily.

”This isn’t a joke, is it? Some kind of sick way of making me assume we are the last. Then you pull the ’repopulate our species’ with me and it turns out they are just hiding away from human contact. This better not be! That’s messed up!” pink feathers ruffled at Xayah. The collar of feathers bristling outwards as he huffed loudly. ”That’s a serious thing to joke about.”

The utterly somber look on Xayah’s face dissolved away slowly the more she listened to him speak, instead replaced by an entirely different emotion– rage.  She hadn’t felt this particular type of irritation in a long, long time– not since she’d first encountered Rakan on that fateful day, years ago.  Had he really just implied she’d try to use something so serious as a ploy to get into his pants?  Her immediate and most tempting thought was to just reach up and smack him for ever letting those words come from his lips– but she held back.  Barely, but she did.  She’d forgotten how obnoxious the men of the Lhotlan tribe could be.  It wasn’t just Rakan; this wasn’t entirely untypical.  Rakan was just particularly showboat-y.  

And apparently, so was this pink fellow.  She spat out a nasty curse at him in their native tongue, something that translated roughly to ‘arrogant little cock’, a glare set on him that could have easily cut through steel.

“It’s not a joke.” she enunciated, slow, deliberately controlled– that kind of voice where you could just tell she was on the verge of slapping the mascara off his face.  Her ears had pinned themselves against the back of her hood, showing her distaste.

“And you’re not even that hot.  Like.  a 6 out of 10, maybe.  You don’t have shit on my boy.”

[dansuerose-blog]

The feathers on his body bristled, shivering slightly in their stance but eventually they flattened down. A huff escaping his lips before he took a few steps to the side.

”Come inside, I would rather not discuss such matters idly in an open space if you're correct. I might need some tissues.” he says, of course, for now, he was okay, but it was clear with the small glimmer in his eyes he was trying to hold back tears. Sol knows that if it was for the way she had called him ugly, or because he was genuinely sad. Most likely both hut he wasn't going to let her know about that.

When they both had walked inside he had taken a seat down. Hands shakily resting on his lap as he mulled over the information she had given him. Finally, he inhaled, the noise forced to sound like a swift motion. Only to have breaks in between the drawn out breath to make it clear he was upset. ”They cannot be all gone, my tribe, yours, I’ve seen them not long ago.” Actually, was it long ago? Time passed so differently for vastaya, maybe it really had been that long. ”Or maybe it was..” he said finally correcting himself. A hand coming up to his chin to place a few fingers by it in thought. ”Do you know for sure? They cant be, they mustn't. They were resilient I doubt extinction could be brought so easily. Even my people, we have survived in harsher conditions, I thought the people in Ionia were clear to stay away from us. What changed?” most of these questions were to himself. Although said out loud so the woman would hear him. But he was trying his best to put pieces together. The humans never had bothered them THAT much. They were at peace with sharing the land. It's not as if the vastaya were dangerous to them. They were rather peaceful.

[dansuerose-blog]

”The rain is such a soothing sound to listen to, don’t you think? You can just gaze outside and enjoy a cup if tea or coffee and just relax.”

[plantsarefriendssometimesfood]

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[thebedroomdreamers]

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[wordsnstuff]

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@perfexionincarnate

[fae-teful-interaction-deactivat]

She would take her time in setting up, her tails seeming to unfurl and spread like a peacock’s feathers behind her. Each one snow white apart from the very tip. Said tips had one color on them, signifying the rainbow with seven, brown on an eighth and the final one tipped with black. To most they assumed it was a symbol of pride. Perhaps she was trying to display who she was interested in, and attract them accordingly, however it was not the case. 

Instead he would swiftly learn what the colors meant as she pulled out her pallet and applied paints to it and began to use her tails to mix and pick them up. She used her own fur as paintbrushes, a great deal of control allotted tot hem as she stood there rather still, holding the wood with paints on it. 

At his offer her eyes would glisten in excitement and she would shake her head to his question. As she had begun painting, she could not easily communicate with him, however she hoped he could understand her silent gestures. 

[dansuerose-blog]

He sat still, well to the best of his ability as he painted. He watched in curiosity how she could do it so easily with her tails. Hes never even seen a vastayan use their feathers before either. Although he wanted to talk, he figured that asking her yes and no questions would be easier for her.

”Have you been painting since you were young?” He asks, hands resting on his lap as he shifts himself to take a more comfortable perch. He was going to be here for a while.

[dansuerose-blog]

”Vastayan women are so mean”

[iconoclast-xayah]

Continued from here 

Xayah’s overbearing joy was swiftly muted as the weight of his words dawned on her.  He spoke in such a way that indicated he had not been made privy to the knowledge of what had happened to their people.  Her ears slowly went from perked to slack, hanging low against her hood.  She didn’t smile anymore.

“I didn’t have a choice,” She told him, her brow furrowed and fangs gently exposed between the part of her lips.

“It’s…gone.” She shook her head, bringing her claws out to lay a hand to his plumage– not obtrusively, more a gesture of comfort.  This was some heavy shit she was about to drop on this man.

“ Everyone, all of them, just.  Gone.  We’re the only ones left.  At least…that I know of.  Me and my partner, I mean– that’s why I was so surprised when I saw you.  I didn’t know there were anymore Lhotlan left, aside from us.” for a moment, she looked happy again– but it was tainted by the knowledge she just imparted.

“I learned how to swim in the wetlands, as a chick.  I looked there before I left too, I checked– all the subtribes.  Everyone was affected.  You must have been gone by then…”  Which meant any Lhotlan who had been outside of their homeland during the dismantling of her tribe must have been still alive.  It was something she’d been suspicious of from the get-go, but this was just further confirmation.  It was good news.  There were plenty of soul-searchers who left the Lhotlan tribe to go find themselves– or those who were like her, and out on a diplomatic mission, or just gathering supplies.

@dansuerose

[dansuerose-blog]

He remained silent as she explained the situation. He hadn’t been that long from home, had he? He faltered for a brief moment, smile fading from his face as he attempted to find a way to compose himself. ”Gone? Are you sure they're all completely was gone? Now wait.” he takes a step back, hands positioning themselves between him and her as he stated at her uneasily.

”This isn't a joke, is it? Some kind of sick way of making me assume we are the last. Then you pull the ’repopulate our species’ with me and it turns out they are just hiding away from human contact. This better not be! That's messed up!” pink feathers ruffled at Xayah. The collar of feathers bristling outwards as he huffed loudly. ”That's a serious thing to joke about.”

[dansuerose-blog]

Another Lhotlan? She spoke to him in their native tongue, just to be sure. "You feel familiar."

“Familiar in what way?” He responds back in the same tongue.

[iconoclast-xayah]

Xayah's lips spread into a soft smile when he understood her language-- their language. Until now, she'd thought Rakan was the only remaining Lhotlan outside of herself. This was extraordinary news. She looked like she'd just discovered the Holy Grail.

"You're Lhotlan."

[dansuerose-blog]

”A small branch off of the tribe yes. Are you familiar with the tribe that lived against the water, or should I say wetlands? Humans didn't have the courage to travel through the few inches of water to get to the tribe.”

Oh, he was never expecting to see one of his own so far away from their homeland. Vastaya never traveled out so far. Yet here she was, greeting him without any magic or fancy machinery. She was actually there, standing there, talking to him in his old native tongue. ”I'm surprised there are still some of our people willing to travel around this world.”

[dansuerose-blog]

Another Lhotlan? She spoke to him in their native tongue, just to be sure. "You feel familiar."

“Familiar in what way?” He responds back in the same tongue.