#sapphiretalons

[sonofshin]

Wanders into your territory

"HOW DARE YOU!"

He picks Talon by the scruff of his clothes and carries him away.

"You're not a dragon, but you are close enough. Now ask first before you barge into MY territory."

[perfect-fourth]

“Aren’t you that guy who counts to five?”

He smiled, resisting the urge to say ‘aren’t you that fellow who died a horribly painful, gruesome death’.

“...Four.”

[essence-flux-primed]

@sapphiretalons ate too much batter....

⋆ — ​ Baking isn’t really his specialty. Or, like, anything that requires following instructions for more than two minutes, but especially baking. Cooking is fine because he can experiment and take risks, but baking? You stop paying attention for one second and suddenly your sugar cookies are salt cookies. Not that he learned that from experience, of course. No way. 

     Anyway, the point is that he’s been working really hard on this one because he knows how much Talon loves sweets, and it’s their anniversary, and maybe he’s feeling a bit domestic. Just a bit though. So when Ezreal pulls the cake out of the oven to find that one side slouches strangely, he can’t help but be a little disappointed. He deflates as he sets the cake down, frowning. “Ahh,” Ezreal complains. “Man. I worked so hard on this, too. What happened? I really thought I got it this time.” 

     He watches the cake for a few more seconds, then turns back to Talon. “Well, it’ll probably still taste good, right? Hey—you can’t eat it now.” Ezreal laughs, “It has to cool before I can even ice it, honey.”

[ask-arclight-varus]

Blows a raspberry at

@sapphiretalons

[x-sanguinate]

In One’s Blood

a starter for @sapphiretalons

To venture into the heart of Ionian territory so soon after the astounding blunder that was Noxus’ second invasion of Ionia would be tantamount to suicide for any soldier stationed in the southwestern provinces. Thankfully, the one who dared do such a thing was no measly soldier, but a being with innumerable years of wisdom and witchcraft flowing through his veins. The reach of the Black Rose extends far beyond the walls of Noxus, and try as they might to remain free from the predations of these would-be conquerers, even Ionia suffers from the sickly influence of its roots. 

Even for one such as the infamous Akali, ‘Pruning the Tree’ was proving an arduous task indeed.

Plants both within and without the legions stationed in Ionia had alerted the leaders of their illusive order countless times to the mystical curiosities that dotted the land like a marvelous flowerbed. Though the more cautious and reserved members of what he considered his own conceited little creation refused to travel to Ionia personally, the crimson reaper threw caution to the wind at mere the opportunity to investigate a new finding, always finding even the smallest enjoyment in these little undertakings.

This particular undertaking led him to the trail of one Talon, who was said to be in possession of a strange sapphire jewel that had mutated him into something more... draconic. More recently, the physical symptoms apparently caused by this artifact seem to have faded, which have led Vladimir to question the permanence of this strange crystal’s power.

Though he was unquestionably eager to pursue this lead, Vladimir was not without preparation. He donned the painfully drab disguise of a more common Ionian citizen, taking care to cover as much of his natural features as possible out of concern for his exposure as a foreigner. From there, he was led by an agent of the Black Rose whose name he didn’t bother commiting to memory to the last known location of this Talon figure, a short distance away from the reestablished Kinkou Order.

At last, after some few hours worth of travel, he finally caught sight of a lone figure in the forest matching the man’s description. Instructing his guide to remain nearby and out of sight, Vladimir continued down the forest path until he stood just a short distance away from the man he sought.

Though he was dressed the same as any common passerby, Vladimir stood with a stately presence about himself that nearly betrayed his disguise, if the matter of his unnatural eyes failed to do the trick itself. 

“Would you be the one they call Talon?”

[vilefeather]

Grumbles, “No way you can eat all that...”

Opens his visor and rudely rams a fried dumpling into his mouth, the hot juices running down his chin.

“Witness me.”

[specterssanctum]

badly describe muse: "Five"

||  Poor wording to describe perfection  ||

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He remains silent, eyes glaring and full to the brim with judgement.

[yi-dashi]

He stares, eyes flickering from one set of lenses to another, obviously not sure which set of "eyes" to focus on.

Yi, being one who had played this game many times before, merely stared back. The goggles adjusted in rhythm with one another as, after a time, he offered a simple, “... May I help you, Stranger?”