The Oracle Of Shadow

"Past. Present. Future. All is given to me by shadow, and the shadow is mine." Independent League of Legends RP blog for my original character, Sung Nabi. Because it is a sideblog, asks and such will come from 'the-lonely-painter'. Pictures not owned by me unless otherwise stated

[divinedshadow]

@divinedshadow Is ready for interaction! No proper promo as of now, but I may have something come out of the wood works soon. For now, a text promo will suffice.

3+ years of experience

Multiverse

Mun is 18, Muse is 19-22 depending on verse

Descriptive roleplay, one-liners if asked, I’m up for anything!

Do be warned, Nabi is NOT a nice person, and may be (most likely will be) rude or mean to your muse if provoked, or even if unprovoked- Nabi is unpredictable and petty as all hell. 

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[featheredfey]

Hey everyone! I wanna say that I wanna like,, start new threads instead of continue old ones? And I’d really love it if anyone interested in plotting with me would pop into my dms! My discord is available upon request, and I’m totally ok with discord roleplay <3

[divinedshadow]

This goes for here as well! I’ve been really down and out for like. Months but I’d love to start some new stuff :)

[modely-way]

He Cong for Exhibition Magazine, shot by Pierre Debusschere.

[featheredfey]

Hey guys :D I have been not feeling good mentally, but I want to keep putting work into this blog and my others (or i’ll just get worse erivgjovtr vicious cycle) so tomorrow I’m going to try to respond to some threads 

[featheredfey]

Yo Ive been slacking,,, I got into Apex and forgot about League- I’ll be back her tho, send asks if you want to get me off my ass lol

[divinedshadow]

"Nabi. So, we meet once more." (Truth)

Nabi sighed, rolling her eyes. She side eyed the man through narrow eyes, tucking her basket under her arm and pursing her lips into a thin line. Today, for the the first time in at least a few months, or even a year, she had decided to go out- during the day- to the local market, just for some fresh air, some normalcy... And a day away from the Order and their constant requests for visions. It was her most valuable asset, but it wasn’t like she didn’t get tired every so often... Not that she’d admit it. She’d dressed herself in a crimson kimono patterned with flowers, an emerald obi tied tightly ‘round her waist- and a face painted in makeup; not smudged or weathered by the outside like the last time Truth at seen her. Of course she was in the universe where he chose to speak to her... 

“It’s you... A joy, truly. I thought you didn’t care for my... Occupation. Yet you’re here now, speaking to me... A request, perhaps? Or do I enchant you so much that’d you come seek me out again?” She questioned him, at the very least, only poking her idea of ‘fun’ at him, and at most, fishing for compliments. 

[divinedshadow]

"I am expecting you to meet me in front of the temple in five minutes." The master of the Shadow Order didn't greet her, nor did he add anything on top of his request - she had repeatedly been missing training units and he was not going to let his followers slack off in their martial arts.

Lost in her poetry, Nabi had not noticed nor felt that he would be coming to see her, or else she would have moved to an entirely different place to avoid the inevitable. ..No, not inevitable- nothing is inevitable, not with Nabi- but still. She let out a small, startled squeak, freezing up while in the middle of stroking delicate letters on to a scroll, near forming a haiku. Black ink blotted where she stopped, ruining her work, and she bit back an exasperated sigh. She cleared her throat and turned to face him, bowing her head. “Master Zed- Greetings. If I had known you’d be coming, I’d have prepared some tea... But yes, of course. I will adhere to your command- have you need of a divination? Future strategy?” Nabi knew full well that he didn’t, but it never hurt to try to divert his attention ever so slightly....

[deceiviious]

Sorcery and magic was far from foreign to Zed - after all, his entire body was marked with the remnants of the shadow box he had stolen from the former Kinkou temple, irreparable symbols etched deep into his skin. The young yánléi's power, however, was odd - he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about it was unsettling and eerie and he found himself watching his steps even more than he usually did.

Zed furthermore was aware that some of his students - especially the ones with innate magic - often relied far too heavily on their abilities instead of honing their combat skills. Especially Nabi.

"You know I have not come for divination, student," he spoke quietly, turning, leaning against the frame and pushing aside the curtain that provided a bit if privacy in their dorms. The Kinkou hadn't hung any of them and not used doors - Zed remembered back to his days as a warrior with some dismay. "You've been missing the mandatory training units. We are no joke, we are soldiers. So I'll oversee your training myself." Zed brushed a strand of light hair from his face, tying it back with some woven string so it wouldn't bother him during combat.

[divinedshadow]

Curses. Of course, she knew her duty well, as a yánléi... it didn’t make her any less annoyed. She would never show it to her master, never- for disrespect was a great crime. At least, that is what she was taught, as a child. Still, she always hated labor, or any sort of physical activity. At his implication that she thought the order a joke, Nabi’s pale eyes widened a bit, and she made her bow just a tad bit lower, hands folding onto her knees.

“I dare not think it a joke,” She replied mildly, staying silent for a few moments, just to let her words sink in.

Then, ever so gingerly, she put the covering back on her bottle of ink, set her paintbrush beside it, and rolled the scroll up- before unceremoniously tossing it into her little trash basket with the other ruined would-be poems. Nabi stood, a soft, near silent sigh leaving her lips. She went to put her wooden sandals on, and without glancing Zed’s way, she uttered,

“It is an honor to be personally taught by you, Master. But I ask you be merciful, for as you know, my sight is... poor.” 

[divinedshadow]

"I am expecting you to meet me in front of the temple in five minutes." The master of the Shadow Order didn't greet her, nor did he add anything on top of his request - she had repeatedly been missing training units and he was not going to let his followers slack off in their martial arts.

Lost in her poetry, Nabi had not noticed nor felt that he would be coming to see her, or else she would have moved to an entirely different place to avoid the inevitable. ..No, not inevitable- nothing is inevitable, not with Nabi- but still. She let out a small, startled squeak, freezing up while in the middle of stroking delicate letters on to a scroll, near forming a haiku. Black ink blotted where she stopped, ruining her work, and she bit back an exasperated sigh. She cleared her throat and turned to face him, bowing her head. “Master Zed- Greetings. If I had known you’d be coming, I’d have prepared some tea... But yes, of course. I will adhere to your command- have you need of a divination? Future strategy?” Nabi knew full well that he didn’t, but it never hurt to try to divert his attention ever so slightly....

[divinedshadow]

Which traditional Japanese aesthetic concept speaks to your soul?

粋 / いき iki

Iki is an expression of simplicity, sophistication, spontaneity and originality. It is the subtle display of wealth and taste, a refinement with flair, the tasteful manifestation of sensuality and appetite for life. Etymologically, iki has a root that means pure and unadulterated. iki is not used to describe natural phenomena, but may be expressed in human appreciation of natural beauty or in the nature of human beings. iki is generally used in Japanese culture to describe qualities that are aesthetically appealing and, when used to refer to a person, constitutes a high compliment.

[singulos]

For @divinedshadow Truth had been to Ionia many times. He’s hunted, supplied and even volunteered where he could. Granted he either got ugly looks and rudeness or got threatened by a blade. Many thought he might be Noxian and after what he heard, he didn’t blame them. Why should they trust him? Truth was currently trekking through a forest at night, his bow in his hands with an arrow notched. He was searching for something for his meal tonight. Nothing too big. A rabbit or even a bird would do, but he was having no such luck. He was about to head back to his camp when he saw a distant fire. Someone else was out here.

[singulos]

“None of the above. It’s not my fight, but if you threaten innocent people or attack me, then my hand will be forced. What happens next is based on your response now, Lady Nabi.” Truth tensed himself, not even able to think of what he just got him self into. It was bad enough he got found before he could find out who they were and now that he had, he had no idea how this would end. Would she attack, trying to silence him? Try to recruit him or even kidnap him? He had no idea what to do next. “So, fight, flight or do we both relax and avoid unnecessary violence?”

[divinedshadow]

She tensed, her hair went still, the hands of shadow becoming increasingly monstrous and crackling with energy- before the woman let out a deep, disappointed sigh, head lolling to the side as she rolled her eyes. Her hair flattened back into it’s normal, straight and shiny appearance, and the hands faded away. The butterflies, however, stayed. 

“You,” She breathed, “Are no fun.” 

She flicked her hair back, bright red lips pursing into a tight line. 

“Now what? Compensate me, I’m bored. I was hoping for a good challenge... And oh, you ruined it. What am I to do now?”

[singulos]

For @divinedshadow Truth had been to Ionia many times. He’s hunted, supplied and even volunteered where he could. Granted he either got ugly looks and rudeness or got threatened by a blade. Many thought he might be Noxian and after what he heard, he didn’t blame them. Why should they trust him? Truth was currently trekking through a forest at night, his bow in his hands with an arrow notched. He was searching for something for his meal tonight. Nothing too big. A rabbit or even a bird would do, but he was having no such luck. He was about to head back to his camp when he saw a distant fire. Someone else was out here.

[divinedshadow]

….A farmer? A pig named Ming Gao- this was oh-so clearly mockery, and even if it was not, Nabi would still purse her lips and turn her head away to hide her glare all the same.

“Funny! Quite. Funny.” Nabi deadpanned, laughing dryly.

She could feel the shadows weaving within her, ready to burst free- but the first lesson she was taught as a practitioner of Shadow was control. A few butterflies, like wisps, black as night, came to flitter through the leaves and hover behind her. Small whispers in a language unknown could be heard faintly from them, and Nabi sighed, head still set to the side as she narrowed her eyes. 

“Troku.” She hissed, “You’re amusing. But not that amusing. Is curiosity such a crime? You felt powerful, so I followed. You could have been a danger to my precious companions,” 

[singulos]

“Clearly you must not know people well enough. Anyone with a shred of decency does not seek violence. They try to avoid it. If your comrades were at risk, it would only be after they attacked if that.” Truth stepped closer and his eyes glowed more, more out of reflex than him actually trying. He didn’t trust a thing Nabi said. For all his knew, her comrades were bandits or slavers or even-. He stopped as a thought came to his mind. He had heard of them in hushed whispers from some of the people he met in Ionia, but he had never encountered their group. The more he looked at Nabi, the more tense he seemed to get. “Does the Order of Shadow mean anything to you?”

[divinedshadow]

Nabi listened to the man speak, disinterest clear on her features- it almost seemed as if she were ignoring him, head tilted towards her butterflies as they whispered... And then she hummed, gracefully raising a pale finger to let one of the wisps land on her finger. 

“Ah, did my butterflies give it away? They come at such inopportune times...” 

It was then that she let her shadows free, in the form of ghostly, needle-like hands blooming from her back, her strands of hair becoming wispy at the ends and lifting from her shoulders, becoming shadows themselves. She took in a deep breath, before sighing contentedly, giving Truth a cat-eyed simper, giggling a bit. 

“I see many paths ahead for this encounter... but I want you to speak for yourself. What, I ask, will you do with this information? Kill me? Torture me? Mm, or attempt to take me hostage, turn me into the council? Oh, the possibilities... It all depends on you.” 

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[hanfu-mermay]

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[singulos]

For @divinedshadow Truth had been to Ionia many times. He’s hunted, supplied and even volunteered where he could. Granted he either got ugly looks and rudeness or got threatened by a blade. Many thought he might be Noxian and after what he heard, he didn’t blame them. Why should they trust him? Truth was currently trekking through a forest at night, his bow in his hands with an arrow notched. He was searching for something for his meal tonight. Nothing too big. A rabbit or even a bird would do, but he was having no such luck. He was about to head back to his camp when he saw a distant fire. Someone else was out here.

[divinedshadow]

….A farmer? A pig named Ming Gao- this was oh-so clearly mockery, and even if it was not, Nabi would still purse her lips and turn her head away to hide her glare all the same.

"Funny! Quite. Funny." Nabi deadpanned, laughing dryly.

She could feel the shadows weaving within her, ready to burst free- but the first lesson she was taught as a practitioner of Shadow was control. A few butterflies, like wisps, black as night, came to flitter through the leaves and hover behind her. Small whispers in a language unknown could be heard faintly from them, and Nabi sighed, head still set to the side as she narrowed her eyes. 

“Troku.” She hissed, “You’re amusing. But not that amusing. Is curiosity such a crime? You felt powerful, so I followed. You could have been a danger to my precious companions,” 

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