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Hi There.
Sooo, no point beating around the bush. Considering my last post was seven months ago, I think it’s time to officially declare that this blog is dead. I still have muse for all these characters, but time hasn’t been on my side lately, and interest in League’s universe has been wavering.
If you want to interact with my active blog, you can find me at @spiderwaifuisbestwaifu.
Thank you all for the memories, and have a good evening. -Verm
price-of-time:
“Everyone always asks about the box first,” he sighed “not even my name. Oh well, the box is simply that. A box. Only thing that special about it is that if you were to open the box, the box will make a curse that will affect you most. For me that was not being able to physically age since I was twenty two years old but I have aged mentally… if that makes sense… for you it might be not being able to wield any weapon other than your hammer but your hammer pass through people leaving them unharmed.” He said as he took a sip of his milkshake. “But yeah, that just about covers it really. Don’t open my box or I will get to enjoy your torment till the day you die and say "I told you so!” Over and over and over again.“
Poppy nodded at each part of the explanation, concluding with a quiet “I see.” A curse trapped within a box... was there not an ancient tale about something akin to that? Maybe some legends were indeed true,
“That sounds like a nightmare, if you ask me. What’s the point of having a weapon if you can’t hit anything with it? You’re better off just punching things in that case.” “Anyway, I think I get it. So you’re taking care of that box in case anyone tries to open it?”
shadowofdarkin:
Aatrox stared down at the Yordle. He knew who she was; he’d been watching her for some time now… A ceaseless quest to find something that was right in-front of her. He found it both pitiful and amusing that Poppy failed to recognize her own strength, but it was not his place to judge. He knew she would figure it out, in time.
What she spoke next, however, caused the Darkin to burst into laughter. “You think I am the hero?” He’d not laughed this hard in quite a while. “I am sorry to disappoint you, but the only weapon I will ever carry is my blade. However, I do know of the one you seek… You know of the one they call the Slayer, yes?”
Laughter was not an uncommon response from the ones offered the hammer, though it was usually followed by boasting and an unfortunate death. So seeing the Darkin refuse the weapon caused confusion within the Yordle’s mind. Was he not one for battles, with stories of stopping wars by himself? Then again... perhaps tales without a verifiable source were not the most reliable way of searching for heroes.
“Ah... about that one. I tracked him down a few weeks ago and...” “I can only say he had his chance, and took it well. But he was no hero.”
A Reunion
serpentine-rouge:
“Hearing…it? I can’t do that ssort of thing, I wissh I could…but I ain’t that great at ssome talentss.” Huffing, then lifting a brow. “Though, the lack of conversation can be troublessome at times. Even the smallesst noise can be curious to invesstigate.” Soldan perked up, as did her fins. Hunting with them both? that sounded fun! “I…actually, I don’t mind tagging along. Not often the opportunity comess up, and I’m free a lot of the time. Night iss the perfect chance to hunt~!”
“That is where you are wrong, Soldan. Anyone can hear them.” “Concentration is all that is required. But I shall not bore you with such topics.”
Thankfully, the Wolf was quick to chime in with a howl, resulting in a rather amused chuckle by his counterpart. A wordless conversation was had between the two, which ended with a nod from both. The hunters had achieved a consensus.
“You may join us when our next target is marked. Though, you do know about the nature of our hunts, I assume?” “Meat-things don’t fear us for no reason!”
Decided to take a bit of a break, but I’m back now! Time to get to those threads.
@infinite-xerath liked for a starter! 3/3 | No Longer Accepting
Element: MAGMA
Tales of the imprisoned shuriman magus were carried across Valoran, speaking of forbidden power utilized to ascend humanity itself. Expectedly, this sparked the elementalist’s curiosity, her search for the full understanding of magic bringing her to pursue Xerath’s location. Though, said expedition was not without risk, the sorceress deciding to use a form that could possibly match both the ascended’s power, and personality. Or so she hoped. A staff was held in a defensive stance, prepared in case of any sudden attacks, as Lux attempted to capture the other’s attention. However, soon her element choice would prove peculiar, as what the magmatic state offered in magic, it lacked in patience. “Magus of Shurima. I have spent countless days tracking you down.” “Hopefully, you will prove it to have been worth my time.” “But are you as powerful as the tales make you to be? I did not come this far for a relic of a distant past.”
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In all her travels, this stranger might have been the most unusual thing the keeper of the hammer has ever seen. Time affects all, or at least it is supposed to. How can one simply avoid aging as if it was nothing? The question continued to puzzle the yordle, as she shifted her gaze to meet the other’s face. Though, a much simpler question was soon asked, a brow being raised as Poppy spoke her mind.
“... what’s up with the box?”
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Element: ICE
There are indeed many strange things in Runeterra, from the nonsensical, and most of the time dangerous inventions of Zaun, to the everlasting eerieness of the Shadow Isles. Yet, the elementalist had never seen a creature such as the stranger standing before her. Despite the non-threatening appearance, something had drawn great curiosity from Lux herself, who would soon offer a nonchalant approach, most likely from the lack of emotions resulted from enceasing her entire being in the chill of ice.
“Ah. Another unusual sighting.” “Who might you be, warrior?”
shadowofdarkin:
@leaguelesslegends Enters the Fray
“Well now, I certainly was not expecting you to appear before me… To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Armor-clad, a yordle met the Darkin’s words with surprising informality. Perhaps the oversized hammer slung over her shoulder gave the short being some sort of confidence, or at the very least, comfort.
“You’re... taller than I expected.” “Anyway, I’m looking for a hero, Demacia sure needs one right now.” “And someone who has fought in so many wars might just be the perfect fit.”
A Reprise in Memory (Closed w/ huntersfrombeyond)
i-orchestrate-death:
The Virtuoso would merely smirk softly as Lamb began to build her own answer upon her little dilemma, and when she went silent and stiff, it was as if he knew that she had figured it out. “Hm-hm… see now?” he asked, as she then responded with the answer of balance and chaos. “Yes… now you see it. Is it not beautiful? The most violent, archaic balance in our world… the never-ending, self-destroying cycle of chaos and order. Yet they complement each other… oh-so beautifully~”
His hand brushed down from her mask, resting on her shoulder now. “Do you see now, dear Farya… why I am so infatuated with you? You are the order to my chaos… the pigment to my pencil… Neither of us can exist without the other~ And that is why…” his eyes shimmer for a bit, with an unnatural glimmer. “You are the world to me… my ever-lasting muse~”
The answer was, once again, sheer silence. Would this not go agains the natural order? A muse taken in one, no, a half who serves the sole purpose of bringing death? Yet, the Lamb could not help but feel similarly, this human, filled with promises of chaos and art, had captured her attention. Not as a target, but as a person. A new experience to the huntress herself. And did not seem like it would end any time soon.
However, soon the spirit would rebuild what was still left of her compusture, finally regaining her voice, the sound escaping as the flame in her eyes burned in a lighter color, almost a faded gray. Though, her voice had a tone never heard before, one of gentle words with unfamiliar warmth, replacing the serious, usually dead sound that emitted from her metaphorical lips. “Is this... how it must truly be? Virtuoso... no. I honor you the right to call you by your true name, as you have done the same kindness towards me.” “I do not yet know if I am allowed to harbor such feelings for a transient being... but that shall not be the matter of my attention in this moment.” “Khada Jhin. allow me to remain your world... and hope that your muse shall never fade...” “Whereas... I can promise you the same in return.” If the hand remained placed on the Lamb’s shoulder, one would most likely feel an unnatural warmth.
shurimanscholar:
Nasus quickly noticed Lamb’s curiously glimmering eyes as he spoke of poems. While he was surprised by their interest in the fine arts of poetry, it was more than welcome.
“That would be lovely. Sharing my knowledge is something a scholar like me is supposed to be doing, after all.”
The words of the Wolf amused him, despite them being rather predictable.
“There are a lot of stories about killing, and I know most of them. The ones i could tell you of are of a rather…tactical nature, but I think you would enjoy them nonetheless. For now, let us find a place to rest. While the sun does not bother me too much, a place to sit down quietly would be welcome.“
“Very well. I merely ask you stand still for a moment.”
As the words were spoken, the calm desert breeze suddenly increased in intensity, soon creating a brief, small-scale sandstorm, most probably obscuring visibility for both the scholar and the hunters. When the wind settled once more, not only would a simple stone roof be found above the trio’s heads, but nearby, empty seating awaited. The shifted surroundings revealed an abandoned home, perhaps once used by a desert tribe, evidenced by the small hieroglyphs carved into the walls, written in Shurima’s native language.
“Worry not, we have not gone far.” “We are to the south of where we once met. In an abandoned village, forgotten by time and living beings alike. Disturbances shall not occur here.” “The little Lamb is saying make yourself at home. Flesh-things won’t find us in here, because there are none left.”
Wolf circled around the room, parts of the air itself darkening as the beast moved through it. His counterpart took one of the seatings to herself, though no weight was visibly set upon the chair.
“You may begin whenever you wish. Once again, neither of us have anything in abundance but time.”
Starter Call!
Well, no point in adding two muses if I’m not gonna use them. Like this post for a starter with Poppy/Elementalist Lux!
Update Complete!
If anyone’s confused, this blog’s URL used to be huntersfrombeyond
Took a while to find a good theme, but anyway, all set up now! Blog is going to be much active now, I hope X)
Real talk for a second
Okay, this blog has barely been active. I won’t go back into hiatus, but I’m gonna be making a few big changes soon! First of all, the blog is going to be multimuse. Of course, Kindred will be among them, most likely the main muse (I just can’t stop writing for these two nerds after all dflkgjg). But, I will be adding two more: Poppy and Elementalist Lux! Technically Lux will count as 10 muses in one, since her personality changes a bit depending on the form, but still. With that, comes a URL change. I’ve already got a few options in mind, but I’ll most likely be taking legendsoftheleague! With that, I hope this blog will be more active, instead of just 2 replies every 10ish days. Oh, I also won’t be dropping any currently active threads, since Kindred will remain a muse.
Edit: Apparently the URL was taken even though it isn’t? Oh well. I’ll think up another.
Real talk for a second
Okay, this blog has barely been active. I won’t go back into hiatus, but I’m gonna be making a few big changes soon! First of all, the blog is going to be multimuse. Of course, Kindred will be among them, most likely the main muse (I just can’t stop writing for these two nerds after all dflkgjg). But, I will be adding two more: Poppy and Elementalist Lux! Technically Lux will count as 10 muses in one, since her personality changes a bit depending on the form, but still. With that, comes a URL change. I’ve already got a few options in mind, but I’ll most likely be taking legendsoftheleague! With that, I hope this blog will be more active, instead of just 2 replies every 10ish days. Oh, I also won’t be dropping any currently active threads, since Kindred will remain a muse.
A Reprise in Memory (Closed w/ huntersfrombeyond)
i-orchestrate-death:
“… Limited?” Jhin asked in a rhetoric manner, chuckling slowly as he’d feel her cold touch upon his equally cold, mechanical right hand. “Are you not the spirit of death? A part of what makes the world go around? Surely, even if you are part of this world’s eternal cycle, does it not give you an ounce of freedom? Who would object to your decisions?” he’d rub her shoulder, possibly in an affectionate manner. “Someone as you should not be a tool to fate’s enslaving shackles… my dear little Farya…” speaking one of her “names”, Jhin would brush his metallic hand up along her masked cheek.
“I was crumbled long before you met me, Farya… ever since Shen, Zed and their master found me out… saw through my masterful masquerade, and shattered my old mask… forcing me to don a new one.” he’d now actually look towards her, his hand sliding down to her chin, tipping her head up to look directly into her ghastly, hollow eyes.
“Balance of the world can be put aside… if only for a few fleeting moments, no? The world deserves a bit of chaos~”
“The problem does not lie within the lack of objections.” The calm voice shifted to a melancholic tone, sounding not unlike a whisper, but as clearly audible as it could be. “If we were to break the cycle, others would merely take our place. This universe... always finds a way.” Strangely, the spectre felt a shiver upon the virtuoso’s touch, slightly recoiling in response. A spirit’s body should have no reactions, as it is barely corporeal, and mainly used as a tool. Though, not even the hunters understood their own true nature, at times. “With a purpose, we are forced to exist. If it is lost, so are we, Our freedom begins and ends with the hunt.” The mask felt as if it was not even real, Jhin’s artificial hand almost completely brushing through the smoke-like substance that covered the wooden surface. “We shackled ourselves when we first stopped being one.”
“You talk of masks and masquerades. However-” Whatever train of thought that still remained inside the huntress’ mind quickly disappeared, her head unwillingly being tilted towards the other’s. But she could not complain. Even if the sight was of a broken man, it did not feel... wrong.
“...” A realization suddenly hit. The Lamb turned still, almost like a finely-made statue. However, her gaze never strayed from the gunman’s own eyes. “I... think I understand now. What I failed to realize all this time.” “You broke our cycle, yet... you remain.” “Balance... and chaos.” “One always seeks to end the other, yet one cannot exist by itself.” “The trapped hunters who seek balance... and the artisan who seeks the beauty in chaos.”
A Reunion
serpentine-rouge:
Giggling at the nuzzle, accepting it as per the usual. Wolf was trusting, as was Lamb ;; almost like family in a sort. Watching the streaks waver behind him, curiously for a moment. Letting out a snort at the remark amused - “Wolf, I move around quite a bit, and I rely a lot on sstealth.” Patting his muzzle, again. Soldan, gave a grin a Lamb. Oh…the tales to tell! “I’m glad it’ss been good for ‘ye both. I’ve been okay, jusst…trying to ssurvive iss getting more tediouss alone. I try, and I sstill do.” Sighing, quietly.
Unlike usual, the cold and dead eyes of the Lamb had a warm, inving tone to them. The hunters did not have too many friends, but they valued the few they have, after all.
“One is never truly alone.” “The wind, the sky... everything has a voice. You merely need to hear it.” “Though the lack of converstaion can indeed be jarring, I must add.”
The Wolf was never fond of his counterpart’s metaphors and poems, scoffing as she spoke. Yet, it was obvious not anything above teasing was in his tone.
“You can’t hunt any of those! Nor talk to them.” “Soldan just needs some time off all that surviving thing! What if she came to a hunt with us sometime?”
