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[shadowkayn-blog]

@violetrebcl

“My my little birdie. Isn’t it quite dangerous to be walking alone? After all, you won’t know who exactly lurks in the shadows.” The words escaped his the reaper’s lips in an almost sickeningly sweet tone. Really, he was quite bored and she just so happened to cross his path. Now, he would enjoy to have some fun. 

[khadajhin-unchained]

@violetrebcl  ♥ ‘d for a starter!

    ----”Mm, I’ve never seen one of you in person. A shame so few of you are left. I’ve heard of your exploits, though.. bandit.”---- A masked man said, emerging from the shadows. His clothes were finely sewn, lavish with bright colors, yet there was an odd aura about him, a feeling of mystery.. danger.

    ----”Rest assured, I.. too believe magic should flow freely within Ionia, despite the fact that I’m.. less gifted by it than others.”----

[deathscythc]

                               ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ sʜᴀʟʟ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.  -        @violetrebcl

The stone temple was cold and dark, very much like his very own SOUL  as soon as he entered – feeling Rhaast reacting to its  a n c i e n t  MYSTERIES by embracing the faint hint of magic flowing in this place. Its claw tightly gripped his soul after his body took the first breath, enjoying its invisible essence. The air was  h e a v y, very different to the air in the temples he was used to, but ultimately just another CAGE of  crumbling sand, wood and stone. As human Kayn knew only very little compared to what ancient creatures like the darkin must know about the shape of this very world; but it was more than enough to  u s e  its POWER nonetheless, claiming it as his very own. It was the final lesson he had been taught by his master, after he had already spent the longest of time to tame his own body, honing himself into a true weapon. The many SCRIPTURES he had studied all by himself, to one day succeed everyone else, failed to mention a place like this – and yet it  e x i s t e d; like a myth which was long forgotten among their kind. But every myth had a true core; every NIGHTMARE possessed  o n e. Only fools were blind to the many possibilities; and sharing his mind with the darkin certainly opened his eyes. Kayn was not the only one being sent here from the ORDER – but he was the only one who was more than prepared for what would happen. Unlike them he was  w o r t h y - worthy enough to tame the MENACE dwelling deep inside his body; controlling its power.

He was sent when it was supposed to get  b l o o d y; when a fight and BLOODSHED was inevitable. No one dared to deny Rhaast’s thirst for blood, not even Kayn himself who had, by now, learned to isolate its ancient soul quite well to not feel the darkin’s presence as much as during the first weeks. Yet the pain never truly  f a d e d  from his mind; the feeling of its RAGE never faded. He could embrace these emotions, could learn from them; and this was what made others fear his powers – not only because they did not fully understand the shadow’s magic full potential yet, but because they all let FEAR inside their hearts so very easy. The weak would never understand that there was no  t r u e  BALANCE in this world. For this very reason Ionia had fallen by Noxian hands once; too scared of using what was supposed to be used, too blind to read the ancient scriptures of what their ancestors had left for them. W e a k e r  than their opponents the war had come upon them; but soon no one would  d a r e  to stand against them. It was the past. A  m e r c i l e s s  STORY in which only the strong prevailed. But one child had survived... and became the chosen one. 

                          ‘I N T E R E S T I N G.   I  H O P E   T H E  H U N T   W I L L                              B E   S U C C E S S F U L .                           T H E   L A C K   O F   V I C T I M S   B O R E S   M E.’

It was the first time that Rhaast openly spoke to his mind since a while, but Kayn had felt its growing IMPATIENCE  even much earlier that day – as this isolated place was none to ever truly s a t i s f y  his soul. There were no lives to take; no blood to be spilled unless their target made the mistake to come into his  p r e p a r e d  WEBS. A true assassin never solely depended on his strength – there were  m o r e  LESSONS than just this. It had to be the right time, the right occasion – the right strategy. Kayn felt that the darkin attempted to take over his body once again, simply out of BOREDOM as it seemed, albeit his attempt failed quite early. Merely his left hand twitched for a moment before Kayn regained full control over his body again – silently whirling the SCYTHE in the air, preparing his limbs for the upcoming fight.

                            ‘Be  s i l e n t, Rhaast. The BAIT will lead them here.’

There was  n o  FEAR – there never was. Not anymore, not for so many years. He had nothing to fear since there existed naught in his life who  m a d e  him be afraid; neither the pain nor his  i m p en d i n  g  DEATH. It was what allowed him to fully focus on his tasks – on satisfying the darkin’s soul deep within by staining the ground with the blood of the fallen and dominating its   a n c i e n t  MIND. Lurking in the shadows, watching the shining flow of the ancient essence travelling through the many corridors of the temple leading to one gigantic room, he did nothing besides breathing. Silently,  d e a d l y. Waiting for  h i s   PREY – like a true assassin.

[goldencharmcr]

I miss you >:'/

Tʜᴇ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏɴɢs.                     ( accepting )

1 Year.

His soul was still lingering in this place, finding no rest in this scenery of BEAUTY  – seeing naught in it but the ugliness of DEATH. Petals have not withered and the leaves withstood time by never turning to brown and red fed; yet it was all  l o s t. The magic was restored to this part of the lands, filling it with its life essence once again but his golden feathers could no longer feel it and hear its  l o u d  WHISPERS. It was all gone, erased and faded to OBLIVION the many moons ago when he had lost his soul and heart to what no longer  e x i s t e d. Breathing and being kept alive by mostly only the magic surrounding him was more torture than bliss. His heart had long forgotten  h o w  to dance, how to make his blood rush by listening to the music only he could hear – the music he had always heard when opening his heart and soul to the fading magic around him. There was no joy, no excitement anymore – only the MEMORY of what had happened; the moment of when he had  f a i l e d. He still remembered that he was asking her if she wanted to marry him on this certain day - seeing the LOVE shining in her eyes when she rejected him once again - but they never had a tomorrow. Or a future together.

The gentle touch of the wind could no longer reach him, no longer give him INSPIRATION for his next moves and thoughts. His mind, once only fickle and  u n t a m e d  like the nature itself, was no longer able to focus on more but the face he desperately saw in front of his inner eye; the face of the  o n ly   WOMAN he had ever  l o v e d. Her voice was the only melody he wanted to hear; her presence was the only reason why he would have wanted to dance once again – to show her how much he loved her – but she was gone. The moment she died the greatest part of his soul died with her; his emotions, his excitement, his joy. It all faded and never returned – and never would. The PAIN was greater than anything he had endured until then – greater than his training in his tribe or the many wounds he suffered while being with her. And yet he would endure it all, even if that meant to be tortured till the end of time, if that could bring her back. But their ANCESTORS would not return her to life; and there was no ancient spell and no rite to revive the dead. Death never let go of what it once claimed; no matter how many SONGS were shared.

And no one had sung for Xayah but  h i m. For many days he had sung for her, just holding her pale, cold and yet still stunningly beautiful corpse in his arm until he no longer found the STRENGTH to hold or even sing for her. As soon as the melody had died he learned how weak he truly was – how weak he was without her – and all he could do to maintain his sanity was once again to sing again. Singing for her SOUL to reach her ancestors; to be reunited with all she had loved. All, but him. Imprisoned in this place, surrounded by the growing nature and pureness, he found no MERCY. Even now, with her corpse being long buried, he still saw her in her own blood – an h i d d e n SMILE on her lips. A smile which told him that she was glad that it was  n o t  him who had to follow the REAPER– and yet he had faded, the same way she did. Being more dead than alive.

5 years.

Dull. Empty. There was no longer any emotion – no sadness, no joy, no HOPE. It was all g o n e  – gone the moment when his memories of his beloved mate had started to fade. Her face started to be covered by thick mist, her voice had become too low for him to hear. Yet it had not been his MEMORIES who deceived him, but his heart. It was his HEART who started to dance with his soul, his mind – its  f i n a l  dance- to slowly lead him to his eternal slumber without any pain, any memory. There were no failures of the past, nothing which kept him alive. The melodies and songs had been long silent as they could no longer reach his heart since it refused to be with anyone but her.

10 years.

                              Many moons ago his golden feathers had turned to                               a fading brown, resting on the small, green hill where                               once Xayah’s body had fallen to ashes.                               Yet now another body had found its eternal sleep                               midst a field of flowers, pure white and red,                               joining and embracing his lover in his death.

[goldencharmcr]

violetrebcl replied to your post: Amazing. Five months of shipping and I can still...

I KNOW YOU CAN WRITE A LOT BUT JESUS SHIT NEITH IT WAS JUST AN ASK MEME LMFAO

TRY TO STOP ME THEN IM NOW AT 1500 WORDS. AND WHEN XAYAH FINALLY FINDS HIM HE’S BLEEDING LIKE HELL.