#inspiredpath

[sonofshin]

Drapes Karma on Yun.

*cough*

[ofironloyalty]

— not even a hundred of noxian soldiers managed to inflict the genuine sentiment of terror upon her visage like the mere sight of magic does before her. what is worse, her inability to understand a single word of those who surround her, ionian medics with the task to tend those wounds of grave danger.

between excruciating pain and stress, she does give a good fight, almost hissing at anyone who tries to approach her bloody flesh with glowing hands.

❝ take them away ! ❞ her voice echoes into the form of a roar the moment her eyes settle upon the familiar form of the woman they call ‘ they enlightened one ‘.

❝ i’d rather suffer the pain of my wounds than being touched by sorcery - ! ❞ even if her life may soon depend on the hands of everything she hates, she finds no hesitation in expressing deep rooted hatred towards what this region calls as a blessing.

for certain, she already regrets their temporary alliance. 

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[allegiantfervor]

( FLOWER ) putting a flower in mine’s hair.

Iris hardly felt her hair move, grazing the dead nerves of her scar. It did alarm her as something touched her ear, causing her to whip around, wide-eyed and alert.

In place of the darkly clothed assassin she expected to find, rather it was a dark-skinned woman, a blank expression on her face. Confused but still tense, Iris stood and turned to the other.

“You should not sneak up on a commander like that. You’re lucky I didn’t retaliate without looking. I-” She paused as she still felt something tucked behind her ear.

Reaching up, she felt the silky petals of a flower that had newly blossomed. Nothing so trivial as flowers were grown in Noxus, labeled unproductive and useless to the empire. Still, it was rather beautiful, a starburst of blue and purple. She only took a few moments, her calloused fingers twirling the stem between her index finger and thumb. Something so fragile did not belong in her hands.

Her gaze lifted, resting on the other woman once again.

“And what would this be?”

Her tone lacked the bitterness and intensity it had before, now genuinely curious. Gestures of the sort were foreign in Noxian culture, the brutish city lacking the sentimental value placed upon a blooming bud.

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[ofironloyalty]

It’s become impossible to stop herself; the other had been well on the road to recovery yet something pulled at her. Subtle at first fingers gently trailed to the others hand before fingers interlaced as they walked. Swift, the ploy had been decisive as her form turned into the other. Swift, lips claimed hers in a brief touch before she detached and retreated ahead. A soft apology on her lips after.

— it is not her health alone that has been meeting tremendous improvement so far, but also her mentality towards a lot of things she would not even consider thinking about before.

friendships, culture differences - even magic, although barely scratched the surface regarding the latter. it is only the woman by her side tianna grew closer to, the only person who is allowed to come in contact with her while in possession of magical powers.

soft touches and sweetest of smiles have been a frequent occurrence for the past weeks, but the kiss has the tall blonde most certainly unprepared.

which is a pity, as there is not enough time for her brain to react before the other retreats, leaving her with her lips slightly parted and fade shades of pink threatening to grace sharp cheeks. 

it is not the act of affection which brings the sentiment of shock, rather because she finally finds her mind numb and her heart skipping a beat after so many years. just because of simple, brief kiss.

the road to full recovery finally begins to take an interesting turn.

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[ofironloyalty]

“I’ve heard the Demacian student garb is sports clean lines and I’d enjoy a taste of Demacian culture. Perhaps you’d be able to supply me with an outfit to try on?”

— the timing must be somewhat awful, as the pen slips from expert fingers just in time. a pure accident or a sign of mild nervousness ? the truth will not find the light from the high marshal’s lips, that is for certain.

❝ there are more .. ways to have a taste of demacia’s great culture. allow me to offer an advice and prevent you from wearing a student’s attire, first and foremost. ❞

everything sounds wrong, the forbidden thoughts inside the inner workings of her mind are also, wrong.

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[crystal-wind]

What a Wonderful Day

Hello and welcome, wherever you may be in the world, I hope you know that your Guardian Angel has its arms wrapped around you just loving you, for we all need to feel loved. I know I do. Today in this newsletter I always like to share one or two things that have happened in my life to help you to see wonderful special things that happen in your life every day.

[vulpesse-arc]

UNPROMPTED MAIL FOR THE FOX ! ✿  always accepting. @inspiredpath​  has asked:  “Such a wild spirit yet serene beauty; you’re an exquisite sight to behold.”

Although her face seems to be hewn of unblemished and unfaltering marble, there is an obvious change in the expressionism painted across it   ──   The ghost of crimson roses bloom ‘pon the expanse of her previously pale complexion, bringing color to soft cheeks and petite nose, accompanied by the leisure curling of lotus-red tiers upwards into the vision of a content and quite genteel simper. Not many had the foolish audacity to directly approach the illustrious FOX DEMON, the one cursed creature that had spread death and ruination across the land for many years, inspirited by the sole purpose of quenching her ravenous appetite and granting her selfish desires. 

Karma’s presence is, however, quite appreciated by the Vastaya. Although Ahri cannot really comprehend why, there’s a sense of WARMTH and PLACIDITY imbued in the very marrow of her interlocutor’s bones, a spirit so LUMINESCENT and SOOTHING that it momentarily seems to even tame the fox that lies caged within this doll of porcelain flesh  ;  to say that she’s mesmerized by the other’s almost blinding heart would not even begin to describe the puerile elation that currently burns bright within the arteries and ventricles of her rotten heart. Head cants to one side, large silken tails wave to-&-fro with tranquil movements whilst a rather complacent purr begins to loudly thunder across her breastbone.   ❝  Your words FLATTER me, yet I’m almost uncertain on whether I truly deserve them.  ❞ 

A pause, a plethora of questions pleading to be vocalized.   ❝  What has brought you, here  ?  You do not belong to the wildness of these places, your HEART is much too pristine to mingle with hungry beasts and rotten shadows.  ❞ 

[sonofshin]

“And who might that lovely companion with the tail be?” Of course she referred to the feline as she bent slightly to better examine them.

“Oh, this? This is a queen, and her name is Wonton.”

Leng Yun smiled, scratching through her fur, ending under her chin. Wonton purred happily from all the attention she was getting.

“You may see if you can pet her, if you please. She is outstandingly soft.”