#kumihao

[visionofnoxus]

Mercy (closed rp with Kumihao)

The end of this conflict. He had been so close. So damn close. Swain let our a shaky breath, trying to focus his thoughts, but struggling to form a coherent thought. The black spots on the edges of his vision were steadily creeping closer to the center and the sweet whispers of sleep tempted him to just let himself rest a little. Inhaling again, the commander looked at his left hand, or what remained of it. A belt salvaged from a dead warrior next to him had been pulled tight around the cut limb, stopping the fatal bleed out, or at the very least staving it off for awhile. Swain blinked a few times, feeling the shock of it all circling the edge of his mind, biding it’s time. He could still feel the limb there. If the noxian general dared to close his eyes, he could had felt the fingers extending and the lost appendage moving. But it was just a ghost. Just like so many other things on this field.

Dead tired, he let his gaze wander around the battlefield. All around him, the corpses of noxians and ionians alike littered the field. Dead were beyond counting. Maybe had he been with his command staff, he might had been able to estimate the numbers of the fallen but... A humorless chuckle escaped his lips. Right. He was with his officers. Turning his eyes, he saw the captain who’d acted as his second in command for over 15 years. Her eyes were now glassed over, the earthy brown color having lost the spark it had held just this morning. She’d been lacerated and slashed to death in an instant. Swain was surprised her body was even intact after getting rushed by that... Whatever that girl had been. He turned his gaze away, staring at the remains of his honor guard and officers, all dead and collapsed around him. What had that girl been? He did not know. An embodiment of fury and suffering of this country, that was the closest answer the general could think of. The sound of flapping wings heralded the return of the ravens, several scavengers landing close by, yet none staring at him quite as intently as the first one... 

That one, midnight black, it’s six eyes burning with intelligence and purpose. It had sat on top of him, picking at the remains of his hand, the pain driving Swain awake. In retrospect, had it not, he would had no doubt died of blood loss while unconscious. Instead, Swain had returned to the world of pain and devastation, staring at the remains of his life. At the remains of his precious legion. His family.

Those thoughts, and that raven’s image... It pulled at something within him, demanding action. There was a mystery in here. Something besides the ionians to this destruction. This raven had been but a messenger, a spark igniting that thought, new viewpoint to all the horror and misery they’d brought to this island nation and world as a whole. But it had also laid a challenge on Swain’s feet. Quite literally so. For him to ever find out the purpose and meaning of the puzzle, he’d have to live. 

His eyes turned to his left leg. The long boot was still in one piece, but he could see the multiple twists in the form and felt the numbing pain. Completely and utterly broken. The first challenge. Then... Swain rose his eyes to look at the purple colored sky, the shades of blue ever increasing. The for was starting to envelop the battlefield, visibility lowering bit by bit. He’d have to survive the night. Not succumb to his wounds. And should that by some miracle also manifest... Maybe then. Another wave of nausea and pain cut the noxian’s thought short, reminding of the order and severity of it all. “I have survived worse” He whispered, thinking of his parents for the first time in years. “Yes. I survived worse”. He felt disgusted with himself, hearing the doubt in his voice. 

That gave the dying man a sliver of strength. Harness that hate, turn it into resolve. Casting his eyes on a bloodied and broken spear nearby, he made up his mind. That will do... Drawing on all of his strength, the man stretched out his hand to reach for the shaft of the broken weapon.

[vilefeather]

Crowded festivals have never been his preferred pastime, for a variety of reasons—crowds and heightened sentiments could easily lead to issues, particularly within a place as volatile as Ionia, and he typically had more important things to do than partake in random cultural celebrations.

Today, however, a combination of cheap food and a lull in his duties had convinced him to break his typical trend; having donned a brightly-colored animal mask and switched out of his usual clothing, he finds himself strolling across the crowded, merriment-filled street, idly observing the booths and shows on display. Eventually, one catches his eye: an artisan’s stall, displaying a variety of scarves, headbands, and lanterns emblazoned with intricate magical talismans. Worth a look, at the very least.

Shifting in his steps, he exits the crowd, striding over to the front of the booth. Idly listening to the vendor’s explanations, he glances over the artifacts with a careful eye, oblivious to the seemingly innocuous woman standing right next to him.

starter for @kumihao​

[pantheon-god-of-war]

Uncharmable meat mountain.

[talesofruneterra]

@kumihao is illuminated

Lo had never ventured this far into the wilderness of his homeland before. The Moth Mage was no stranger to nature, of course, but it was said that these forests were home to vastaya. Lo had come here because the Great Moth bid him come, though he couldn’t deny feeling both excited and perhaps even a little nervous about encountering one of those mystical beings...

[fxlgurkinesis]

lux was panicked, and that was an understatement of the century. she was hidden for the time being, her eyes darting around everywhere for any signs of the sugar demon that had been unleashed unto their house. quickly her fingers type, usually she’d be hesitant about contacting the more experienced star guardian but this was a life or death situation. with trembling fingers she dials the other’s number, only just waiting for the other to pick up before she was speaking, voice hushed and frightened.

“ hey, Ahri, i hope you’re not busy but this is, like, a LIFE OR DEATH situation here right now and I could really use some help. like please, please come past i don’t have anyone else i can turn to.”

                                                         closed starter @kumihao

[the-lesser-elementalist]

Lunch Hour

The elementalist had been residing on the First Lands for a while now. Being in Ionia was a refreshing experience for the young princess. It was filled with magic and greenery, much like her home. Wandering in the city, she observed the colourful nature and the people idling around. As she approached a small wooden bridge, she stopped in her track, leaning against the old but sturdy railing.

The water was clear and carps would occasionally swim beneath her. It reminded her of how the fishermen in Ixtal would use elemental magic to create favourable currents for fishing. Extending her hand towards the water, she circled her finger, creating a small vortex. It was not anything spectacular. She was always careful to keep her magical abilities hidden.

Humming to herself, she stepped away from the railing. It was nearing noon and the Ixtali princess was beginning to feel hungry. Perhaps it would be smart for her to return to her accommodation since she did not know if there were any merchants selling food around here. Sighing softly, she decided to follow the path which she took to get here. 

@kumihao

[yi-dashi]

@kumihao said:

She was watching him from the side, her body concealed by the lush greenery, yet she knew that the meditating man was aware of her presence. He always seemed to know what was going on, even if his back was turned to the world. However, on this stalking round, she finally decided to cut to the chase and approach him. The distance was closed with quiet steps and she flopped down in front of him and placed a basket of fruit at his feet. Then she waited, her large eyes studying his odd helm.

Such had been the strange story of his travels, as of late.

There was little hiding from a man who could see the unseen, though the magical surrounds were not always the easiest to distinguish against. Still the presence of another, a curious sort of blemish against the spirits of nature, had his awareness heightened. Not human assuredly, but something similar. Something else. Something worth investigating, just in case.

He couldn’t help but expect the worst upon anyone’s approach, even if the hand upon his sword was just to lug the sack attached to it. But the Bladesman was steady in his observance of her, as surely if she’d meant ill it would have manifested by now. He watched her in silence, with no intention of reacting at all, until...

“… Fruit?” He said idly, tilting his head in the slightest way. He made no attempt to take the basket, at least not yet, “Of all the things I was expecting…” An outwardly beautiful creature stared at him, and he stared back with the ticks of Ionian artifice before his eyes, “… Why fruit? Why do Vastayans always bring me fruit? I must look like I like it, yes..?”

[steel-and-fire]

@kumihao

"Forbidden? No. The guards ain't gonna come for you. But that doesn't mean noone will."

The large man gave her a better look. Her fine ass figure aside, he realized her ears were the least of the issues, with a tail...s(?) that big. No hiding that. If it wasn't for it, Sett could have assumed she was a half breed. But didn't seem so.

"Are you new to human lands? You're quite carefree, so most probably. Are you an exile?" He had to ask, just in the off chance.