#riteofdawn

[lethendral]

@riteofdawn

it’s a blade at the throat, the curl of a sneer illuminated by lines of blue that look ready to spark and catch. unfortunate, really, a victim of tight knit paranoia that just so happened to be connected to a strong blade arm. anyone --- anything was an enemy.

“who are you? what do you want?” the low demand comes rolling through his chest and punctuated with a near growl, his hand stilled, for now.

[spiderstaff]

@riteofdawn

Kay’s favorite places have always been ones she’s not supposed to be in. Besides, ‘No Trespassing’ signs are probably just suggestions, right?

She loves exploring at night, and this alley gives her access to a bunch of buildings’ back doors. It’s way past closing for these places, but there has to be at least one without a pesky electronic lock, right?

Thinking she’s completely alone, the sound of footsteps is enough to send her into a panic. Who is it? How much did they see? She’s ready to bolt until they step closer, and she realizes it isn’t a stranger at all!

“Mollymauk? Is that you?” She slips her thieves’ tools into her pocket, visibly relaxing at the sight of a familiar face.

“It’s really late, what are you doing out here?

[spiderstaff]

@riteofdawn

Kay loves the markets; there’s stuff to look at as far as she can see... and plenty to swipe when no one is looking.

She’s checking out a table full of weird jewelry when a noise breaks her concentration. Her eyes shoot up, meeting the gaze of someone who looks like a tiefling. Were they watching her?

Maybe she isn’t busted; there’s always a chance the stranger didn’t see anything. Casually putting down the trinket she was looking at, she focuses on looking as innocent as possible.

“I wasn’t doing anything!”

(Nailed it.)

[cremaxion]

@riteofdawn​ liked for a starter

❝Did you feel anything at all when you got those... things pierced?❞ Dabi questions whatever the hell this person is, gesturing to the horns attached to their head.

[worldsplitterr]

riteofdawn replied to your post “not answering questions is part of your brooding pillar of charm.”

"oh, i know brooding. you almost certainly were brooding. either that, or you were contemplating someone's demise. neither of which are negative things, of course! a 'scheming and dastardly side' is also an important thing to have."

“it looks like my positive streak has run dry.” zagreus feigns a frustrated sigh. “i will have to go back to all of my lonesome brooding, it seems. and here i thought i was starting to turn over a new leaf. though if i am allowed a dastardly scheme, this isn’t so bad. what’s life without a little action, hm?” 

[worldsplitterr]

"not answering questions is part of your brooding pillar of charm."

the witcher starters || accepting!

“on the contrary,” zagreus puts a hand to his chest. “there are plenty of things that add to my ‘brooding pillar of charm.’ though i believe not answering questions add to my ‘mysterious yet beautiful’ side.” he pauses for a moment. “wait… am i brooding? i wasn’t aware that i was brooding just a moment ago.” 

[noxviper-blog]

♚ @riteofdawn // starter call.

now, noxian fashion is its own beast — spikes here, a bit of torn fabric there — but it all tends to stay in the same two- or three-color range; any gathering of the nobility was a sea of dull reds and grays. the island is proving to be quite different.

this man’s outlandish appearance and hideous coat would be a showstopper in any hall. one must either be incredibly brave or terribly desperate for attention to wear such a thing in public, and cassiopeia decides that she would like to grow acquainted with the bearer of the garment.

she slithers forward to match his pace, brushing past other pedestrians in her way and lowering herself to his eye level.

❝ begging your pardon, dear, but i’d love to know where you got your... coat. did you make it yourself? ❞

she has a bit of difficulty picturing a fine tailor spending countless hours for a result that would be balked at by the upper class. imagining the grand general in a similar outfit does threaten to make her laugh, though.

[rojoses]

         with a finger scratching her slightly tilted head, she raises a brow. she’s been watching them for a couple minutes -- their presence at such a high altitude catching her curious gaze from a few blocks away. whatever they were doing to the street lamp... ruby’s not sure it was entirely legal. yet, she stands beneath them all the same, watching, questions brewing until one finally slips out. 

         ❛ is that... legal? ❜ / @riteofdawn​ ♥’d sc