#featherfront

[stvrcrush]

“ either take everything i have, or drop it all and walk away. ”

from @featherfront ​

     this is the truth behind words, the part nobody wants to talk about: words can only mean so much. there is power behind them but action will always be more powerful than a mere amalgamation of shapes and letters and sounds.

    rakan is in front of her in a mere second. there's no hesitation. no moment to think. long, delicate fingers wrap around xayah's wrists and pull them up. his head tips forward, lips brushing against knuckles. a promise. an unspoken declaration.

    behind her hand, his mouth curves into a smile.

    " lead the way. "

[stvrcrush]

from @featherfront ​

     " having a mind is boring! " he looks up at xayah, at the stars that cast a halo behind her head. " if you really want one, you can take mine. i'm not using it. "

     rakan raps his knuckles against his skull for emphasis. three hard knocks that he ends with a wince and a whine. the same hand falls across his forehead.

     " i'm too strong, babe! i've hurt myself. "

[stvrcrush]

from @featherfront ​

                        “ is there really any way it can end other than in bloodshed ? ” 

     " no - not until they learn. "

     ( and rakan knows, all too well, how resistant the humans are to learning. )

[battlcdance]

@featherfront​ liked for a starter ;;

another day, another pursuit. she always manages to avoid him, despite his speed, despite his QUICKNESS . . . it absolutely enamors him. another turn, he rolls to avoid a jutting rock, a jump and he’s up among the tree branches, eyes stuck to that streak of violet. his chest is heaving, his brow is moistened with sweat, and his feet ache. he tells himself it’s because he’s going easy on her, but she’d always been nimble on her feet.

     “ XAYAH !! i get it, i get it, you win this race too, love !! “

he hops to stop, those clawed feet digging into the mossy branch below him. he gasps, a wide grin on his lips, eyes closed as he struggles to catch his breath.

     “ you’re on your game today as well . . . let me win one race one day !! “

[heronaught]

“It’s a rare thing, to have a true duty.” hello uwu

     PARALLEL  HEROES  RARELY  DO  EVER  INTERSECT  BUT  IN  PEACE ,   and  here ,  even  the  spontaneous  truce  between  Yordle  and  Vastayan  was  living  proof  of  it ,  regardless  of  how  amorphous  and  tacit  the  conditions  were  that  now  allow  Poppy  to  relax  and  undo  her  pigtails  in  the  company  of  a  fellow  female  (  perhaps  a  blessing  in  disguise ,  given  how  few  of  them  she  ran  into  on  the  road  )  —  though  she  only  finds  time  to  remove  one  of  her  hairbands  before  Xayah  speaks  her  mind .

   “  A  TRUE  DUTY ?  ”    she  repeats  with  a  smile ,  for  after  all ,  was  her  duty  not  the  promise  she  made  to  the  one  man  who  saw  her  for  who  she  was ?  Interestingly  enough ,  as  she  follows  her  companion’s  gaze  over  to  where  Rakan  stands  alone  on  watch ,  Poppy  recalls  that  even  wedding  vows  were  a  type  of  promise ,  and  with  a  loud  sigh  does  she  glance  back  at  Xayah .

     “  NAAAAAAAAH !!   that’s  not  rare  at  all !!   ——–  but  the  way  you  two  lovebirds  look  at  each  other  —  now  THAT’S  something  you  don’t   see  everyday !!   ”                    //  @featherfront 

[icebornn]

♤ for a ‘dislike’ headcanon.

氷 —

   If there is one thing Lissandra resents most of all, it's the feeling of being powerless. Originally being with her three sisters, the Ice Queen was once the runt of the litter. Incapable of maintaining power like her sisters and needed constant assistance.

    During an ambush with an Ursine beside her sisters, Lissandra had her eyes slashed in the middle of the battle. This injury awoke something inside of her, as she dealt a killing blow to the bear with blood flowing over her face. The feeling of power and superiority as she stood above the corpse gave her a craving for power, so she may never feel the cold grip of being weak ever again.

[godshadowed]

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@featherfront

    “funny.”

    it’s a biting retort. she keeps him at a distance. one hand is splayed before her. the other she holds across her stomach – poised at any moment to throw a flurry of violet blades.

      he has the shadows on his side. out of the peripheral she can see the way the night darkens around him, sucking starlight from the heavens. she can kill him. she should kill him.

      but it will be hard.

      xayah takes one step to the side, another, in a wide arc – keeps her eyes on him all the while.

     “i don’t see it.”

Kayn was a still presence. A predator, no doubt--a creature that watched and waited, that made no move to startle its prey. Or perhaps he was still determining what ought to be prey and what ought to be simply a passing by of two capable fighters. 

His white eyes do not meet her gaze. No, he’s watching her body language. Watching how her legs bend as she shifts weight from one clawed foot to the other, how she holds her arms in a position that makes it apparent that she is ready and willing to strike--with what? Kayn isn’t sure. But he knew Vastayan magic was diverse and formidable.

“Perhaps your darkvision is poor,” Kayn jests. A smirk graces in dual-toned face. “Or perhaps you think yourself irredeemable? You weren’t one of those damn vastayan who sided with the Noxians, were you?”

[godshadowed]

🍪 - Is there a kind of food that enhances your magic?

🍪 - Is there a kind of food that enhances your magic?

Ionia has all manner of magical herbs and other foliage. Though there is no food that enhances shadow magic specifically, there are plants that help with chi flow. Some are turned into teas, some are eaten cooked or raw. Kayn will occasionally drink teas that aid in the flow of his magic, or ones that aid in meditation so that he can further explore his abilities.