#xayahe

[aurasong]

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♡ @xayahe

Sona: Do you take constructive criticism? Xayah: I only take cash or credit.

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Xayah: Where are you going? Sona: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there.

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[rakane]

hey babe spell icup

rakan stops to think for a moment.   ❝  icup  ...  ??    uh.  i,  c,  u,  p.  ❞

he thinks again. something’s off.

❝  …  i  don’t  get  it.  ❞

[a-wild-yuumi-appeared]

Snip Snip! @xayahe

xayah does not pay mind to the cat when she softly bats at her wings,  not at first;  it wasn’t the first time her feathers were the subject of such mockery,  & it surely would not be the last.  it is only once she speaks does her head does a quick,  sudden turn,  staring down at the kitten.    ❛    did you just…  say something?    ❜    ears flat against the top of her head,  & brows furrowed in a confused frown as she regards the feline,  the raven speaks with what could only be described as genuine bafflement:  did this cat really just…  talk?  but most importantly,  DID SHE CALL HER PLUMAGE PRETTY?    ❛    i mean,  i—  don’t know?    ❜      of all the things xayah expected to happen today,  this…  was definitely not one of them.  might as well play along.

“Huh? Yeah, I said something! Why is it so weird when I can talk? Aren’t you... part bird?” She examines Xayah. “Uh oh... is... that a bad thing to say?” She asked, softly and afraid.

She doesn’t know? Hm. Well, tha’ts fine, then.

“What’s your name, anyway? I’m Yuumi! I guess Yuumi should of introduced herself first, huh?”

[wolven-boss-a]

@xayahe and @rakane meet the Boss.

It wasn't uncommon for Vastaya to find their way to the Pit- he had a few Vastayan fighters with degrees of reliability and consistency when it came to truly brawling in the arena, a few who came in from time to time, others who fought regularly, familiar faces who raked in cash.

But it certainly wasn't as common as all the humans that came by, throwing blood money at blood and gore. One Vastaya for five hundred humans, making it all the more confusing when two had come in together. 

First, Ayako had brought attention to it, "Do you happen to know any bird-like Vastaya?" She'd ask, looking down from the balcony, their vivid colors marking them distinctly amongst the seas of brown and tan and black and red, still among the evershifting chaos. After all, they were not in a terrifying rush to make the most of every second of their existence. 

Sett noted them immediately, and decided to find them personally; after all, even if most registered him as 'human but with wolf ears', he was not unknowledgeable with the hatred, and yet desire, for the Vastaya. Desire that turned into obsession, and that turned to torture and capture of them, like they were but prizes to be won and kept on a pedestal until they gathered dust and decayed, forgotten entirely, even by those who adored them. 

It'd be best he stays near for a little bit, even if his own feelings were a little awkward about the people he shared half his blood with-- likely less, if these two were avian in nature.

A brief hunt through the crowds, a few knowing but concerned glances from the staff, and Sett found them quickly, scanning them over; Lhotlan, one appeared a bit more raven-like, the other a golden peacock-- Or perhaps a canary. They had to be together- the fact that they each had a skull on their shoulders, each skull with a few feathers from the other was more than a dead giveaway...

Putting on his best happy-face, wide-eyed and a grin so wide he could rip a face off looked like the happiest pup alive, who had never seen a moment of pain in his life. 

Only his size betrayed him now; people had fallen for him being a young but stupid fighter who got decked out before, he could convince them again.

"Hey!" He yipped, all excitement and curiosity, approaching the two, "I don't see many other Vastayan here," a lie, he saw one in the mirror every morn, and countless greet him with reverence daily, "Are you two new here?"

[rakane]

𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙  ↪   @xayahe​   

                    𝘍𝘌𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘌  𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘚   light up like lightning bugs when they catch sight of her, unable to contain the way in which his entire face lifts with JOY. he hops from the old stump that had been his seat with inhuman grace ― even the way he bounds to her and scoops her up in his arms contains an air of fluidity unique to rakan, and rakan alone. chest rumbles gently in a purr, grinning ear to ear. he’s always hated, HATED when she has to go these missions alone. she does, too.

          ❝  xayah  !!  ❞   canary chirps, cheek pressed against the top of her head.   ❝  i  missed  you,  miela.  are  you  alright  ??    did  everything  go  like  it  was  ‘sposed  to  ??  ❞

... she’s only been gone an hour.