#serquetra

[terraformis]

@serquetra  [ cont. ]

  “I’m okay.” Taliyah had stayed relatively far away from the thick of the fight, though she did sling a few rocks here and there. A lot of people forget she’s no pushover, even if she’d rather not use force as a first resort. “But you don’t look so hot. Let’s get you to a settlement. My lift.”

[lapidate-blog]

❝Smile while you can.❞

   The Stoneweaver forced a smile, one that might have looked genuine from the outside, but felt hollow to her. “ These are trying times, Sivir... “ She hesitated, long ago had she discarded the view of Sivir as the mighty warrior of the sands, Taliyah felt like that was far too exaggerated for her liking. “Do you think my tribe is okay?”

[terraformis]

“every tapestry begins with a single stitch"

—and their paths have woven together for a reason.

  “What you have on you right now won’t help when the worst storms hit!” She huffs. “You’re very tough, I know, but would it hurt to be more covered up? Here, take it. And you don’t even have to pay me back.”

[forvinti-archived-blog]

@serquetra​

The chilling rain drizzled relentlessly. On the outskirts of Shurima, it was highly unexpected. The forested border sunk miles along the border, and the thick trees showed no signs of relenting to the point Quinn backtracked several times and rechecked her positioning. She was running out of time and a migraine was shouldering away her thought process. A call above grabbed her attention, and she sped through the torn roots of dead oaks and suddenly her feet her hitting sand. The drastic change in land was astonishing. As she raced several yards out and spun on her heel, the tall trees served as a defining line between itself and the vast desert sands. This was certainly something to be documented. The rain however, had not stopped. Valor dips down and tears her attention from the spectacle, diving back into the forest. She pursues as quickly as she can through the sinking sands and back onto more solid ground. There. The entrance is enclosed between a multitude of boulders, out of sight to untrained eyes. The entrance is slim and low. Quinn gets down onto her hands and knees against the clammy ground, working her arms beneath herself to get past the small tangle of bushes. She could only imagine what the awaiting fortune would behold. Months of equipment and comfortable places to sleep.

[fatalflourish-blog]

--@serquetra

     The blustering dunes of Shurima made for an uneasy fit underneath Jhin's feet.

     He edged his coif-- white and cotton-- closer around his face as another dart of dry and sandy wind jettisoned across his face. There was a harshness in the air that Jhin could have admired if it hadn't made itself so irritating with how he had to squint and keel close to the grip of his camel's saddle. The procession was slowing underneath the oncoming storm, and Jhin was beginning to wonder if they would make it in time.

     He hissed quietly to himself. Divines. If they wouldn't make it, he'd surely lose his mind to the buzzing and the pelting and that awful, awful sand--

     --he straightened, then glanced over to the conductor of the camel train.

     "How much longer, mercenary?" He demanded. "We've little for time."

     Damn the cabal-- he was already beginning to despise this contract four days in.

[scarletgunslinger-archive-blog]

@serquetra - X

She stares down the edge of the Chalicar--quite a beautiful work of art really. Fortune figures that this was the closest she’d ever been to the Shuriman’s weapon. Too bad this was not the ideal of moments of appraise its craftsmanship. She bites her bottom lip, hands slightly raised--neck exposed in a poor attempt at displaying submissiveness.

“I’ve jailed an’ killed a lot of folk. A lot of kin...probably.” Fortune chuckles, managing to fight past the knot in her throat. “I’d say the price builds up after every grudge and revenge-ridden sod who can’t do the fuckin’ job themselves.” Her chest falls in a heavy sigh, finally locking eyes with her would-be killer.

“‘Least I know it ain’t personal fer ye.”