* 𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰.✧ ⁀➷ low maintenance & highly selective ( mutuals only ) rp blog for Lan, The Reignbow Arbiter. as illuminated by shrimpy. 21+. she/hers. sporadic to low activity. 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚.
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@luxarrow
* 𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰.✧ ⁀➷ low maintenance & highly selective ( mutuals only ) rp blog for Lan, The Reignbow Arbiter. as illuminated by shrimpy. 21+. she/hers. sporadic to low activity. 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚.
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the face of the lion who watches his birth aeon adopt everyone, but ditches him in a simulation
confused horse noises. do you want a spiritus also, my kin?
she's going to go fight a lord ravager and no one can stop her.
oh? then you will need this. here. take this. go my hunter. unleash The Hunt. bestows upon Hallen a spiritus. hurry before Xipe sees. it's taboo for aeons to steal other aeon's emanators.
don't go here but wuwa calcharo you are so lan shape
Hallen holds up a flower with a few wing flaps.
The small flutter of wings draws The Reignbow's attention. Golden eyes settle first upon Hallen, then upon the flower she offers to The Hunt. For a moment, THEY simply look at it, silent and emotionless as ever; the vastness of distant stars hidden behind a mortal apperance THEY've taken in this moment.
Slowly, Lan reaches out and long fingers close around the delicate bloom.
Starlight gathers between the archer's knuckles. Not bright, nor grandiose, but a soft celestial glow threading through each petal. The flower does not wither beneath divine touch. Instead, it changes. Petals are reforge into polished jade and silver. The stem lengthens, thins, and hardens into a Xianzhou-style hairpin. The tip is needle-fine.
A decoration to the untrained eye.
A blade to those who would threaten its bearer.
Lan studies the finished piece for a brief moment before extending it back toward Hallen. This will suit her better. If Harmony's dove chooses to stray from song and stand with The Reignbow Arbiter's Hunters, she should arm herself.
“A gift.” The archer's voice is low, carrying all the weight of a shooting star crossing an endless sky. A pause before THEY turn away from Hallen, gaze looking across the horizons and THEY return to an idle pose, strong arms crossing over THEIR chest.
"For beauty." Another short pause. "And necessity."
IPC: we believe uniting the cosmos under one currency, one alliance, one system of people, all for the amber lord!
Jade: snake motfis up the wazoo and giant snake that swallows everything in her ultimate. she keeps a world in a marble in her pocket for the love of the game.
IPC: Oh? This world doesn't know about The Aeons? (Aeragan-Epharshel and Sigonia-IV and Topaz's homeplanet) YOINK. YUMMY RESOURCES IN OUR TUMMY. nobody will know what really happened. anyway. we are really interested what's under Ahatopia. For no reason. Pearl, we really need you to get that Detective involved.
Boothill, making explosions in the form of a heart after ruining the lives of the IPC yet again. points at Lan.
🫶🏼
Lan gazes upon the heart-shaped explosion in silence for a long moment. Smoke rising and somewhere in the distance, followers and pathstriders of the Perseveration are lost to the flames.
The vengeance of The Hunt falls upon the wicked and corrupted alike, upon a faction long since strayed from Qlipoth's watchful gaze and instead their insatiable greed to procure worlds follows more the path of the drinker of worlds, the unsatisfied devourer. And so, Lan finds THEMself thinking very little of the violence the Galaxy Ranger unleashes in THEIR name.
The heart shape, however, is admittedly unnecessary. Gales of winds blow to dissipated the design quickly. That'll do, Hunter. That'll do.
@luxarrow : XX Jester, people are dying throughout the cosmos.
AWWW DON'T BE A SOUR PUSS, HORSEY! ALL THE MORE REASON TO LIGHTEN UP AND HAVE SOME FUN!!
To Kill List: 1. Yaoshi 2. Aha
FREAK4FREAK, LANSHI, BLACK FLAG, BABY DADDY WITH BAGGAGE FRAGRANT MEDICINE, SWIRLING WIND, AO3 HASHTAG
What is this? A link to … The Reignbow Arbiter pulls the string of the Skybow back farther than creation itself should allow and every star nearby dims in response, light siphoning into the arrowhead.
“ Your end is nigh, Joyseeker. ”
Not armored in celestial radiance. Not astride the heavens with bow in hand. Simply there, cloaked in sapphire colored fabrics that blends with the deepening evening, long white hair spilling loose over one shoulder like poured moonlight. Yet no disguise can truly soften what THEY are.
The air around The Reingbow Arbiter still hums faintly with restrained divinity, like the atmosphere before a storm breaks.
When Mydei calls THEM father, something flickers across The Valiant Prince's expression. Small. Gone quickly. Lan’s gaze settles on Mydei fully then, sharp golden eyes studying every line of his face with almost uncomfortable precision. As though searching for fractures hidden beneath composure. As though confirming he still stands whole.
Lan steps closer then, movements quiet despite the sheer overwhelming presence the aeon's carries. The archer's gaze shifts briefly toward the lively streets around them, the laughter, the illusion of safety wrapped around Okhema like silk over old wounds. They exist only within pages, within Remembrance.
“I wished to see it myself,” THEY admit after a moment. “The place occupying your thoughts. Your home.”
A breeze slips through the street then, stirring hanging lanterns overhead. The Hunt belongs to motion, to endless skies and violent purpose. Okhema is warm stone and crowded streets and gentle music spilling from open windows. Mortal life pressing close from all sides. Lan seems strange here. Not weakened, but restrained in a way.
“I wished to see you and those who raised you.”
Lan in your inbox? 👀
uh huh what about the woman who rides you into battle?
“ … those who had such an honor are shining among the stars,”
who’s your favourite hunt follower 👀
“ Marshal Hua, now leave me alone. ”
Akivili is once again up to no good. THEY have admittedly taken to these little pranks after having been banished from THEIR express by pompom for making a mess. Thus THEY have decided to once again poke at The Hunt. To THEIR saddle THEY go and upon it, they place a tiny Akivili plush made of who knows what but it's surely sturdy. Now they two can travel together all the time!
Lan notices it immediately. Nothing escapes the gaze of The Hunt. However, it is Akivili and Lan simply swallows THEIR pride. Silence stretches, allowing the little Trailblazer to climb into the saddle and set up THEIR prank; a bad habit THEY no doubt learned from that blasted Clown.
There, sitting proudly upon The Hunt's saddle like it belongs there is a tiny Akivili plush. Crooked little smile. Tiny stitched boots. Even a ridiculous miniature trailblazing hat tilted at an angle.
“ … Unbelievable. ”
Lan's face shield hides the exhausted look of a deity that has survived wars, calamities, immortal abominations, and somehow still cannot escape one chaotic Trailblazer with too much free time.
A sigh leaves THEM, low and long-suffering. Ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. And yet … Lan takes off, hooves beating the solar plains and chariot wheels spinning up gusts of solar winds in its wake …
… If the plush falls off, that is not Lan's fault.