Rahvun

 Solari Warrior Elite of the Ra'Horak. The Daylights Spear. 

[daylights-spear]

“And so my Watch begins.”

Rahvun, Daylights Spear

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[daylights-spear]

„I saw that Leona!“

[ask-leona-a]

She says nothing. Just winks.

[daylights-spear]

„Where is Atreus when we need him?“

[daylights-spear]

„I saw that Leona!“

[daylights-spear]

"Licking Leona's boots clean, huh? Suits you..."

He sits upon a rock, solarion impaled within a cooling lunari body. Around him a few members are scattered, evicerated, battered and bashed open by shield, fist and spear.

He glances upwards at the man that now skulks from the shadows to mock him. Rahvun was utterly unimpressed. The only alarming thing to the Solari commander was how Cygnus came to know of his exchange. He glanced at the lifeless bodies on the ground as he remained seated.

"I would return an insult in kind. But your people's sorry excuse for combat skills was insult enough already."

[l-moonstalker-l-deactivated2021]

Cygnus ground his teeth together as he looked upon the other man. So much innocent blood spilt. His fist tightened. Every word the other spoke was a dagger sunk deep into his chest.

He centered himself, taking a deep breath in before letting it out. If he let his emotions get to him he was as good as dead. He had seen too many young Lunari warriors get slaughtered with just that frame of mind.

"Takes a big man to big man to slaughter innocent pilgrims but I wouldn't expect anything less from a Solari dog..."

[daylights-spear]

Rahvun sat silently, watching the others every move. Still unimpressed with Cygnus current state of mind.

"What happened to your silver tongue?"

The Solari commander taunted, the helmeted head tilting to the side ever so slightly as he mustered the other with careful eyes. He waited with his reply to Cygnus for a brief while, feeling the shaft of Solarion in his hands.

"Takes a foolish man to think he can lead his people over our passes without the sun hawks spotting them out in the open. Your god is said to preach serenity and clarity. This all rather looks like stupidity. Does your god teach that as well?"

[daylights-spear]

"Rahvun, I require your assistance."

He looked up from his spear and rose, the mythical weapon gleaming with holy purpose.

“What is your command radiant one?“

[ask-leona-a]

“If you truly believe that loyalty is only tested on the battlefield then my reasons for testing your fealty were just, and those foul rumors may hold some truth to them. If not only in revealing to me in what low regard you truly hold me”. Leona stopped a few steps away from him. She was on the brink of lashing out at him for his insolent words but she would restrain that rage. “A commander will follow the orders of his general and offer consultation to the best of his expertise, when necessary. However... If the General instructs you to move to attack on the battlefield, you will trust her and attack. If she instructs you to retreat with your soldiers, you will retreat”. 

The flames on her person died down slightly. She rested her hands upon her back and stepped towards him, stopping before him. She circled him in slow predatory steps, observant eyes looking over his golden armor. “It takes trust and faith in equal parts, Rahvun. To hesitate to follow instruction on the battlefield is to waver and risk failure, if not death, as we both well know. It is likewise with strategy, and in some cases, outside the battlefield. Just as now”. She said. “If I order you to attack, you attack. If I order you to retreat, you retreat. If I order you to bark like a dog... you will bark.” She stopped in front of him once more, her eyes burning into his “as ridiculous at it may sound, that is the foundation of trust”.

[daylights-spear]

He was almost disappointed in her, hearing her talk only made matters worse as he shook his head in defiance. The aspect title was getting to her head.

"That is not trust, that is subjugation and exertion of power. There is a difference between the heat of battle and our peaceful life within the golden citadel."

"This is Targon, not Noxus, sun's chosen. You do not command a legion of backstabbers and war criminals whom you oppress to enact any action you desire. You command a warrior host. Warriors who follow you out of devotion, not fear, not servitude. They fight for your light because they believe in you, in the sun. If you treat those that fight with devotion like pets and beasts of burden, you will find yourself without warriors sooner than you think.

A soldier blindly follows orders, a warrior follows his heart. We are all warriors with the sun in our hearts Leona. Do not mistake the Ra'Horak for Noxian grunt soldiers. I expected more from someone burdened with divine wisdom."

[daylights-spear]

"Licking Leona's boots clean, huh? Suits you..."

He sits upon a rock, solarion impaled within a cooling lunari body. Around him a few members are scattered, evicerated, battered and bashed open by shield, fist and spear.

He glances upwards at the man that now skulks from the shadows to mock him. Rahvun was utterly unimpressed. The only alarming thing to the Solari commander was how Cygnus came to know of his exchange. He glanced at the lifeless bodies on the ground as he remained seated.

"I would return an insult in kind. But your people's sorry excuse for combat skills was insult enough already."

[daylights-spear]

„May her golden light never leave.“

[daylights-spear]

"Rahvun, I require your assistance."

He looked up from his spear and rose, the mythical weapon gleaming with holy purpose.

“What is your command radiant one?“

[ask-leona-a]

Leona was covered in gore from a recent skirmish on the lower mountain range that obviously ended in her favor. She took a seat on a bench. "I despise cleaning my leg armor after I have stepped in unworthy filth." She said, gesturing to her blood soaked greaves. "Clean them for me."

[daylights-spear]

Rahvun thought he misheard for a second, but her demeanor and the action of taking a seat to present the very golden greaves to him spoke of a serious request. Rahvun knew full well of her powers, her abilities to manifest sunlight wherever she pleased, this grime and muck could have easily been disintegrated if she so wished.

He rose, proud and tall as he strode over to her, spear in hand.

"With all due respect sun's chosen, you have helots for such a menial task."

He was loyal to the sun and to the cause, but he was not a chained dog. He was a warrior who had his mettle tested by the sun herself and suffered dearly for it. He would not be subjugated to such a menial task.

[ask-leona-a]

His hesitation displeased Leona, and it would be answered with the slight narrowing of her brows. Did one of the Sun's most loyal followers actually deny her simple request due to pride? Leona expected him to set such a fickle thing aside for her.

"I do have helots for this task. And servants. And other warriors whom would kneel at my feet without the slightest hesitation in worship." she spoke in a colder than intended tone. Her golden gaze was unwavering. "Yet I selected you. Does the Sun not test the followers of Her faith with hardships and trials? As the daughter of the Sun whom bears her divinity, it is my right to test the willingness and loyaltt of our followers, even the most devout is not exempt." She answered, remaining to sit there paitently. "Or do you value your pride above your loyalty?"

[daylights-spear]

"Do not question my loyalty. Not even you have that right. You were chosen by the gods, but I earned my power through sacrifice and devotion. What did you do to earn your powers? What did you sacrifice? You, the favored child of sun forgers. My loyalty and devotion to the sun and her holy rays are unending. I will slay whoever it deems a heretic. But you, you are it's mortal vessel. I will follow your counsel and honor thy decree. I will NOT kneel like a dog and clean your boots like a common slave.

You do not get to test my faith, the sun already has and had it been displeased with my actions Solarion would have already dimmed."

He raised his spear, the solar energy burning on like a little sun itself. "To order loyal subjects around like playthings is an excellent way to chip away at their faith and belief in you. I pray of the sun that you see thy childish ways and better yourself."

[ask-leona-a]

Leona’s golden eyes glowed bright with sunfire as something snapped within her. Her narrowed gaze became an angered stare as she slowly rose to her feet, dangerously calm for the words he just uttered. “You believe I am only Her mortal vessel, so I do not have command over you?” she reiterated, words slow. Tendrils of fire sparked on her golden armor as she took a few steps towards him, much like a predatory beast would approach its prey.

 “Dear Rahvun, I am not only her mortal vessel... I am AM THE SUN!” Upon command, the Golden flames of the sun engulfed her armor, all but cleansing it of her impurities. Her red mane billowed in the still air, seemingly alive from the harsh flames that imbued her skin. “My soul belongs to her servitude, my flesh is her word, and her Sunfire courses through my veins. You deem I have not sacrificed anything for Her glory? Rahvun, I have sacrificed EVERYTHING I am! My flesh, my bones, my mind, my soul! Loyalty is not a gift to be tested only once, regardless of whether that spear glows or not. To be loyal to the Sun is to be loyal to me, the mouthpiece of the Goddess upon the world, her sword and her shield.”

[daylights-spear]

"Loyalty is tested on the battlefield, not by demeaning your generals to service you like slaves. You know my worth upon the frontlines, as does the sun. My loyalty is proven in combat time and time again, in eradicating the enemy with superior might and tactics, not by cleaning the blood from your boots. I am a commander of the Ra-Horak, not some young squire or some helot.

You hold our gods gifts, and her divine rule. I pray you hold her wisdom too. Your childish demands of servitude speak otherwise. For her radiance I hope you will see truth and abate your infantile self glorification."

He did not flinch, her fire could not scare him, he had tasted his god before, he would not fear her wrath. Divine she may be in part, but that other part was still mortal and flawed by hubris. Where others would bow Rahvun would stand. Not because of defiance, but because he believed the sun's chosen needed guidance.

[daylights-spear]

"Rahvun, I require your assistance."

He looked up from his spear and rose, the mythical weapon gleaming with holy purpose.

“What is your command radiant one?“

[ask-leona-a]

Leona was covered in gore from a recent skirmish on the lower mountain range that obviously ended in her favor. She took a seat on a bench. "I despise cleaning my leg armor after I have stepped in unworthy filth." She said, gesturing to her blood soaked greaves. "Clean them for me."

[daylights-spear]

Rahvun thought he misheard for a second, but her demeanor and the action of taking a seat to present the very golden greaves to him spoke of a serious request. Rahvun knew full well of her powers, her abilities to manifest sunlight wherever she pleased, this grime and muck could have easily been disintegrated if she so wished.

He rose, proud and tall as he strode over to her, spear in hand.

"With all due respect sun's chosen, you have helots for such a menial task."

He was loyal to the sun and to the cause, but he was not a chained dog. He was a warrior who had his mettle tested by the sun herself and suffered dearly for it. He would not be subjugated to such a menial task.

[ask-leona-a]

His hesitation displeased Leona, and it would be answered with the slight narrowing of her brows. Did one of the Sun's most loyal followers actually deny her simple request due to pride? Leona expected him to set such a fickle thing aside for her.

"I do have helots for this task. And servants. And other warriors whom would kneel at my feet without the slightest hesitation in worship." she spoke in a colder than intended tone. Her golden gaze was unwavering. "Yet I selected you. Does the Sun not test the followers of Her faith with hardships and trials? As the daughter of the Sun whom bears her divinity, it is my right to test the willingness and loyaltt of our followers, even the most devout is not exempt." She answered, remaining to sit there paitently. "Or do you value your pride above your loyalty?"

[daylights-spear]

"Do not question my loyalty. Not even you have that right. You were chosen by the gods, but I earned my power through sacrifice and devotion. What did you do to earn your powers? What did you sacrifice? You, the favored child of sun forgers. My loyalty and devotion to the sun and her holy rays are unending. I will slay whoever it deems a heretic. But you, you are it's mortal vessel. I will follow your counsel and honor thy decree. I will NOT kneel like a dog and clean your boots like a common slave.

You do not get to test my faith, the sun already has and had it been displeased with my actions Solarion would have already dimmed."

He raised his spear, the solar energy burning on like a little sun itself. "To order loyal subjects around like playthings is an excellent way to chip away at their faith and belief in you. I pray of the sun that you see thy childish ways and better yourself."

[daylights-spear]

"Rahvun, I require your assistance."

He looked up from his spear and rose, the mythical weapon gleaming with holy purpose.

“What is your command radiant one?“

[ask-leona-a]

Leona was covered in gore from a recent skirmish on the lower mountain range that obviously ended in her favor. She took a seat on a bench. "I despise cleaning my leg armor after I have stepped in unworthy filth." She said, gesturing to her blood soaked greaves. "Clean them for me."

[daylights-spear]

Rahvun thought he misheard for a second, but her demeanor and the action of taking a seat to present the very golden greaves to him spoke of a serious request. Rahvun knew full well of her powers, her abilities to manifest sunlight wherever she pleased, this grime and muck could have easily been disintegrated if she so wished.

He rose, proud and tall as he strode over to her, spear in hand.

"With all due respect sun's chosen, you have helots for such a menial task."

He was loyal to the sun and to the cause, but he was not a chained dog. He was a warrior who had his mettle tested by the sun herself and suffered dearly for it. He would not be subjugated to such a menial task.

[daylights-spear]

"Rahvun, I require your assistance."

He looked up from his spear and rose, the mythical weapon gleaming with holy purpose.

“What is your command radiant one?“

[daylights-spear]

“What in the sun‘s name? Back you furry little gerbil!“

[l-moonstalker-l-deactivated2021]

//New semi-OC blog looking for some help getting started. A reblog would be most appreciated.

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moonguided​:

 “Your mother loves me more than you! She would never put the milk before the cereal!”

She says nothing. Her mother did favour him a great deal.

[daylights-spear]

"Honestly I does not matter if the milk or the cereal comes first. What matters is what is in the bowl!

INTRODUCING 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈-𝐎'𝐒!!!

FOR YOUR HEALTHY DOSE OF VITAMIN D, FIBER AND SUN KISSED SKIN!"

[daylights-spear]

„Stop making my fancy orange Solari speech black Diana!“

[imithea-deactivated20230306]

“Tumblr post editor is Lunari. Deal with it!”

[daylights-spear]

„Absolute Solari slander! I will purge this infernal hellsite!“

[daylights-spear]

„Stop making my fancy orange Solari speech black Diana!“

[imithea-deactivated20230306]

daylights-spear​:

“If the moon truly showed you the truths of this world your kind would be kneeling to us.”

“You must confuse respect with fear, Rahvun. We do not, and will not kneel to tyranny!”

[daylights-spear]

„Tyranny? It is your kind that stubbornly resists the calling of the true light.“