The Pallas

"Monster, corruption, dark spirit or pure evil... call me whatever you want. You have a soul and I want it." (League of Legends OC RP blog. Based on Varus's old lore. No current M!A. If you want to interact with his other shapes, let me know.  Friendly to everyone. Icon by: ask-arclight-varus. @voice-in-the-woods is my sideblog.

[thepallas]

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Hello, since our community is kind of dying out, it’s harder to find blogs and to know who’s active.

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My muses:

Pallas (@thepallas) - the demon who Varus was protecting in his old lore. Hangs out in Ionia a lot, but also roams all of the Runeterra.

Amiran (@voice-in-the-woods) - The Fae King, leader of a hidden woodland fae tribe, mostly resides in Ionia. (This is a sideblog of ThePallas)

Valmar (@arrow-of-protection) - One of the two hunters that are inside Varus... before they became one. Mostly resides in Ionia, but could travel outside of it. (This blog was kinda abandoned, but I’m willing to revive it).

Friendly to everyone, random asks are welcome. I might also send an ask to those who follow. Cheers, love ya.

[thepallas]

The demon gritted his teeth. A turmoil of emotions was threatening to spill outwards. Some of it was anger and irritation - of course neither the Warden nor anyone else could truly grasp the torment that these years have been. How cruel it is to keep a living creature isolated for eternity and refuse it even the tiniest bit of reprieve? It would not harm them, it would not kill them, yet they still refuse.

Then there was dissappointment and doubt. The fact that the Warden had agreed to the first part of the agreement, has raised his hopes way too much. He probably should have waited longer, actually got his trust first. Stupid, just stupid. Or perhaps, there was no chance at all?

He had an instinct to threaten or maybe lie even more, attempt at convinvincing the Warden... yet, he sighed in acceptance. He rested his forehead against the cool door.

"Unfortunate. Truly.. unfortunate." He turned around, back against the door and slid down onto the ground. A laugh escaped his lips as Pallas brushed the snow white hair out of his eyes. "You cannot blame me for trying Warden. As you said, you cannot understand my struggle, if you did perhaps you'd see things differently. Alas, reality is what it is. You might refuse my plea, yet I expext you to keep your word for the first agreement."

[ask-arclight-varus]

Varus felt the presence behind the door being to move, feeling its agitation and frustration followed by a heavy slump. At that very moment, something sank in the Ionian’s stomach, understanding perhaps or empathy. For a brief instant, Varus could make the outline of the demon’s form seated on the ground, back to the door. Another sigh escaped the man’s nostrils as his gaze turned to his hands then the ground.  

“You are correct, I can’t blame you.” He replied simply, taking in hand the crystal pendant around his neck, his most prized possession. “However, I also trust there are reasons why you are in this situation and why I am here. If you were falsely imprisoned, I would have perhaps indulged the idea, but you weren’t for as much as I know.” 

His hand clasped over the crystal; a determinate look adorned the archer’s face. The lives of thousands were on the line, the lives of his own family. The thought alone reinforced Varus’s sense of purpose. He will protect the first lands even if his life is on the line. 

“I am no one to tell you that your actions had consequences and you need to atone for your sins. However, I will entertain your first request for now. Do not test my hand, or you shall return to this deafening silence. Are we clear?”  

[thepallas]

Pallas rolled his eyes. How righteous. Adorable.

"Yes.. yes, we're clear." The determination and courage to talk back to a creature like him was admirable. Of course, it's easier to do so when one is locked away. Demon wondered if the Warden would stand just as steadily if it was otherwise. Does he even know? Does he know what Pallas was like during his prime? The deadly temptation of possibilities, the lethal lover, the guilty indulgence, the hunger that consumes - all that humans couldn't resist. Sweet words, treacherous deals and overwhelming force - whatever is needed for the moment. He knew that some stories still remain, they must, but how much does this one know?

"Tell me Warden, what did they tell you? What are my crimes? What is the story nowadays?"

[thepallas]

"Hm... of course." Pallas grinned. "Very good." He struggled to hide the satisfaction. "My memory of the outside world and the past has eroded over the years, so don't have your hopes up too high. Yet who knows, perhaps it would help me recall some details..." He mused. ".. So I suppose we do have a deal for the first rule." He began pacing again.

"Yet we're not done. The second part of our agreement might sound a bit more taboo to you." This was a riskier request. "Once a few months he'd offer me a sacrifice. Often a few drops of his own blood by the doorway, rarely even a small animal killed at the threshold." This was a risky ask, he knew it might get the Warden defensive. Besides, he wasn't sure if he'd even be able to get anything from it - would the souls of the animals even be able to pass the wards? If not, perhaps he can at least absorb the emotions? The sensation of pain? Pallas knew that he can sence the emotions of those outside if they're close enough, he's tried absorbing them.. many times. It's hard and as it goes through the protective seals, it becomes so muddy and barely tastes of anything. But maybe, just maybe, if the injury happens close enough? Maybe if the creature experiences enough torment? Maybe it might work and finally get him some sustenance. He had Wardens injure themselves several times ages ago, and he could've sworn he could sense the energy in the air. He could... right? He cannot remember clearly, but it must be correct.

"It doesn't have to be anything big.. I do not ask for a lot. If you agreed, it would show your devotion to your duty. Merely a symbolic gesture of good faith. What do you say?"

[ask-arclight-varus]

The Warden rolled his eyes at Pallas’s response almost expecting such answer from the demon and refrained himself from making a snarky comment. It was a fair exchange and Varus knew he needed not to be truthful nor would the demon, it was more about the exchange rather than information gathering the Ionian suspected.

But upon Pallas’s second request, Varus sighed almost exasperatedly and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was to be expected after all but this was where the Warden would draw the line.

“It is impossible for me to put myself in your shoes.” Varus commenced, gaze lifted towards the sky with wonder. A childish curiosity about the beginnings of time itself.

“To be lock up for eons, losing count of days , of sense or even the hunger that comes along with it.” The archer continued musing, enjoying the warmth of the sun against his tanned skin, it was unimaginable to be locked up, cold and hungry.

“But you must also understand, it is impossible for me to fulfil such request.” The Warden made it clear then he wasn’t falling for Pallas’s spiel. It was clever, Varus would give it that. Any foolish, ignorant or weak-minded soul would easy fall for this trick. To get one to pray to a false god only to be devoured by it.

“As much as I enjoy entertaining our little conversation, I will not put myself, my people or my position as Warden in jeopardy. I refuse this request.” Varus then added firmly, gazing over his shoulder as if to make eye contact. His marks glowing a little stronger now as if warning the demon not to attempt anything stupid.

[thepallas]

The demon gritted his teeth. A turmoil of emotions was threatening to spill outwards. Some of it was anger and irritation - of course neither the Warden nor anyone else could truly grasp the torment that these years have been. How cruel it is to keep a living creature isolated for eternity and refuse it even the tiniest bit of reprieve? It would not harm them, it would not kill them, yet they still refuse.

Then there was dissappointment and doubt. The fact that the Warden had agreed to the first part of the agreement, has raised his hopes way too much. He probably should have waited longer, actually got his trust first. Stupid, just stupid. Or perhaps, there was no chance at all?

He had an instinct to threaten or maybe lie even more, attempt at convinvincing the Warden... yet, he sighed in acceptance. He rested his forehead against the cool door.

"Unfortunate. Truly.. unfortunate." He turned around, back against the door and slid down onto the ground. A laugh escaped his lips as Pallas brushed the snow white hair out of his eyes. "You cannot blame me for trying Warden. As you said, you cannot understand my struggle, if you did perhaps you'd see things differently. Alas, reality is what it is. You might refuse my plea, yet I expext you to keep your word for the first agreement."

[thepallas]

"Most certainly..." satisfied with the interest he continued on. What should he actually request? It cannot be something too obviously risky or dangerous so he doesn't get rejected right away. Maybe let's begin with something actually based in reality.

"Above all the wiseness, the previous Warden was a practical man. He knew that a dissatisfied, bored creature means trouble and it's best to get along." He stopped at the entrance and faced the door once again. "He indulged me in conversation. A story, a memory, an update on the events of the outside world - anything." He sighed. "You'd be surprised how quickly time rots the mind if nothing changes, if one is isolated." With a frown he shook his head. He doesn't like it, but perhaps a bit of openess will be answered with some in return. "If he indulged me often enough, I gave him peace in turn." He leaned closer to the door.

"I trust you'll manage to uphold the first rule, yes?"

[ask-arclight-varus]

At that moment, Varus understood his intuition was correct. That feeling he felt ever since he placed foot upon the temple’s courtyard was loneliness, frustration, hurt even. His father would have shared such details with him especially with how obsessed he was to have Varus walk into his footsteps.

It made sense to the Archer, to keep the demon in ignorance meant it had less to work with, less to weaponise and if it were to escape it would be unaware to human’s evolution.

Closing his eyes again Varus could feel once again how the shadowy mass verged the sealed door. His marks tingled a little at how close Pallas was to the door but the Warden didn’t sense malice and the seals were fresh.

“Is that so?” Varus replied, there it was again this heavy feeling emitted from the door.

I suppose I could indulge you with a story if you uphold your end of the bargain.” He added, pretending to remain in ignorance of the demon’s little spiel.

"Perhaps you could tell me more about the days of old, It is only fair, isn't it?" Varus inquired, gazing over his shoulder at the heavily sealed doors with those encrypted scrolls in hands.

[thepallas]

"Hm... of course." Pallas grinned. "Very good." He struggled to hide the satisfaction. "My memory of the outside world and the past has eroded over the years, so don't have your hopes up too high. Yet who knows, perhaps it would help me recall some details..." He mused. ".. So I suppose we do have a deal for the first rule." He began pacing again.

"Yet we're not done. The second part of our agreement might sound a bit more taboo to you." This was a riskier request. "Once a few months he'd offer me a sacrifice. Often a few drops of his own blood by the doorway, rarely even a small animal killed at the threshold." This was a risky ask, he knew it might get the Warden defensive. Besides, he wasn't sure if he'd even be able to get anything from it - would the souls of the animals even be able to pass the wards? If not, perhaps he can at least absorb the emotions? The sensation of pain? Pallas knew that he can sence the emotions of those outside if they're close enough, he's tried absorbing them.. many times. It's hard and as it goes through the protective seals, it becomes so muddy and barely tastes of anything. But maybe, just maybe, if the injury happens close enough? Maybe if the creature experiences enough torment? Maybe it might work and finally get him some sustenance. He had Wardens injure themselves several times ages ago, and he could've sworn he could sense the energy in the air. He could... right? He cannot remember clearly, but it must be correct.

"It doesn't have to be anything big.. I do not ask for a lot. If you agreed, it would show your devotion to your duty. Merely a symbolic gesture of good faith. What do you say?"

[thepallas]

"Hmph." Pallas smiled. Of course getting a name wasn't going to be easy, but the way the other was going about it was amusing. The flattery was unnecessary, but the demon wasn't about to pretend he didn't like it.

"Very well then, Warden. I'll call you what you wish and you call me as other humans do." His voice got low, almost purring. "But I know they don't allow just any guard watch over me. You have a purpose, you were chosen for a reason." Will the Warden take this as an attempt at getting into his good graces or an ominous comment - it did not matter. The statement was correct nonetheless.

A smile still tugged on his lips as a need for some mischief took over. He slowly began pacing by the doorway and began his speech.

"Warden, you must think badly of me, but know I greatly appreciated you predecessor. He was a wise, patient, brave, and responsible man. His company was pleasant and it only raises my expectations for you." Step by step he paced, curious if the mention of authority will affect this one. "If you are as close to him as I assume, I trust that he's informed you of our usual agreement?" Pallas spoke nonchalant and let the question hang in the air, as if the Warden is supposed to know the answer.

[ask-arclight-varus]

The warden allowed Pallas to babbler as he pleased, knowing to take everything with a grain of salt. Varus took this opportunity to sharpen his perception further closing his eyes and attempting to pinpoint exactly where the demon was walking. Though, it was difficult to make out its shape. It appeared to the man as a mass of pure darkness, darker than shadows themselves.  

“I am honoured indeed to be assigned with such arduous task.” Varus returned calmly despite the double-edged sword tossed at him, fully aware of the demon's intention, a test to Varus’s resilience and aptitude.  

However, Varus was then caught slightly off guard, arching a brow and breaking from his trance upon the mention of some sort of non-disclosed agreement. Neither his father nor the elders had ever spoken of such thing. Besides, the Ionian highly doubted his own father would hide such an important piece of information from him. 

Deducting that it was but a mischievous attempt for the demon to trick his mind yet again. And Varus decided to indulge the demon out of curiosity and see how far it would go.  

“Ah I trust the old man treated you well then. I supposed he held a soft spot for you and kept it undisclosed. But I believe for me to uphold such expectations perhaps you could share it with me, yes?” 

[thepallas]

"Most certainly..." satisfied with the interest he continued on. What should he actually request? It cannot be something too obviously risky or dangerous so he doesn't get rejected right away. Maybe let's begin with something actually based in reality.

"Above all the wiseness, the previous Warden was a practical man. He knew that a dissatisfied, bored creature means trouble and it's best to get along." He stopped at the entrance and faced the door once again. "He indulged me in conversation. A story, a memory, an update on the events of the outside world - anything." He sighed. "You'd be surprised how quickly time rots the mind if nothing changes, if one is isolated." With a frown he shook his head. He doesn't like it, but perhaps a bit of openess will be answered with some in return. "If he indulged me often enough, I gave him peace in turn." He leaned closer to the door.

"I trust you'll manage to uphold the first rule, yes?"

[thepallas]

"Of course it matters." His voice lilted in (what he considered to be) a kinder tone. "You don't plan to abandon your post, I assume. So for the years to come, I'd like to know my company." Demon's social skills were rusty, but such being cannot truly lose its nature. He decided to not adress the last statement just yet. It must confirm that they're related and Pallas could only hope - similar in character aswell. That would simply make things easier (not that he'd grown to favour this man's predecessor - that surely could not be true).

"It's only polite to start with introductions. It's a bit unfair.. you know about me already. They still call me Pallas, yes?" He didn't think he'll get a straight answer, but there's nothing more interesting to to do than trying.

"And what should I call you?"

[ask-arclight-varus]

A soft chuckle evaded Varus’s lips, amused by the accuracy of the elder’s predictions and heed their warnings as Pallas began fishing for information, but the archer believed it was more out of curiosity rather than malice just yet. Nonetheless Varus would not yield to the demon’s demands for his own safety and rather play along with it. 

“Oh no, I fear you will have to bear with my presence for a while.” Responded the Ionian lightheartedly despite his stoic demeanor.  

“Indeed, they do. Unless you want to be called something.” Varus added subtly implying that he was aware of some of the demon’s tricks; the name was a gateway into someone’s soul as the scrolls proclaimed. 

"But do tell me, Is a name really significant? if not to let a mark in history. I am but a simple Ionian in the shadow of your grandeur. I believe you can simply address me by the title given to me."  

[thepallas]

"Hmph." Pallas smiled. Of course getting a name wasn't going to be easy, but the way the other was going about it was amusing. The flattery was unnecessary, but the demon wasn't about to pretend he didn't like it.

"Very well then, Warden. I'll call you what you wish and you call me as other humans do." His voice got low, almost purring. "But I know they don't allow just any guard watch over me. You have a purpose, you were chosen for a reason." Will the Warden take this as an attempt at getting into his good graces or an ominous comment - it did not matter. The statement was correct nonetheless.

A smile still tugged on his lips as a need for some mischief took over. He slowly began pacing by the doorway and began his speech.

"Warden, you must think badly of me, but know I greatly appreciated you predecessor. He was a wise, patient, brave, and responsible man. His company was pleasant and it only raises my expectations for you." Step by step he paced, curious if the mention of authority will affect this one. "If you are as close to him as I assume, I trust that he's informed you of our usual agreement?" Pallas spoke nonchalant and let the question hang in the air, as if the Warden is supposed to know the answer.

[thepallas]

`Hm, polite.` was his first thought. Claws poked his other hand, feeling weirdly tense about the interaction. The Warden's voice was pleasant, so that's already better than some. If only it was possible to see him. When no more words came, Pallas began his usual circle around the temple. Despite the dim light and scattered debris, he never stumbled nor slowed his pace. Every corner, every step, every bit of loose stone was painfully familiar. Occasionally, he brushed his clawed fingers against the worn down carvings. Some of them were not even visible anymore, yet fingers still moved across the ghost of the pattern. This walk was usually centering, almost like a mantra, but right now his thoughts kept jumping to the new Warden, or rather one thing that kept bothering him in particular. Demon picked up the pace until his body melted into blackness and rushed to the entrance. It suddenly stilled mere centimeters from the door.

"Your scent is similar to his." Pallas breathed in, just to check. "Yes.. Just like.. the previous Warden." He caught himself right before saying the name he's made up for the other. "Explain."

[ask-arclight-varus]

Upon hearing this distant yet distorted voice again, Varus rose a brow and listened. The demon's voice rough and ancient, the seals making it tricky to understand but not impossible.

"Does it matter who I am?" Varus inquired after a moment, willing to entertain the demon for a bit, wondering how thin it's patience was. A dangerous game, one the Ionian was aware of but would never cower in front of.

Assertion was key, any sign of doubt or weakness would be used against him and Varus knew that very well. It was what made this job so particularly hard and dangerous. Mental fortitude as physical aptitude were just as vital. It was one thing to fend danger away from the temple but it was another to withstand the mental warfare one was put under around this temple.

"Why ask a question, you already know the answer of." The warden added as he glanced over his shoulder, feeling how those eyes fixated him with an unsettling obsession.

[thepallas]

"Of course it matters." His voice lilted in (what he considered to be) a kinder tone. "You don't plan to abandon your post, I assume. So for the years to come, I'd like to know my company." Demon's social skills were rusty, but such being cannot truly lose its nature. He decided to not adress the last statement just yet. It must confirm that they're related and Pallas could only hope - similar in character aswell. That would simply make things easier (not that he'd grown to favour this man's predecessor - that surely could not be true).

"It's only polite to start with introductions. It's a bit unfair.. you know about me already. They still call me Pallas, yes?" He didn't think he'll get a straight answer, but there's nothing more interesting to to do than trying.

"And what should I call you?"

[ask-arclight-varus]

Darkness arising An endless horizon Pulling me under Into the black

//Can anyone tell how much i missed him? I can't :') And this song fits him so tragically I had a mighty need to draw him standing in-front of the pit just before giving himself into the pit.

You can expect more of those random messy drawings~

[thepallas]

The creature awoke, irritated yet not surprised. This day has been anticipated. Attempting to recount how many times this has happened before felt unnecessary, it knew what to expect - renewal of the bindings and protective seals was an annoyance, but the prospect of a new Warden intrigued even the tired being. The creature rose from the pool of ichor and out of the glow of cold purple flames. A being of shapeless darkness, featureless, yet purposeful. It's irritating how well timed this ceremony was - it always is. The Temple's seals are powerful, but not eternal, the way their power dissipated over years was obvious, but it never went unnatended for long enough to become vulnerable. The Demon could praise the Ionians, if their efforts weren't in its expense.

Its gaze lingered where the magic seemed to settle and awaken. Even through the thick walls it felt like shackles of searing sunlight - difficult to withstand. The long stale air was getting heavier once more with every minute. With what could be considered a sigh, the demon moved towards the entrance. At the very least it could appreciate the change of pace and all the different sounds outside, even if they're muted by the stone. The prayers were messing with its senses, yet after so much nothingness, even that was refreshing. Some anxiety, fear, a twinge of pain and blood was somewhere in the mix among all the other feelings and sensations. It stayed there, unmoving, grasping onto every sensation like a breath of air.

The faint metallic scent brought demon's mind back to the Warden. The last one was a nice change of pace, he'd indulge them demon more, even if he never lost his guard. His presence has become a stable thing in the last few decades and it was around still, somewhere, the demon was sure. It's almost sad to let him go. He was more interesting and, at the very least, respectful. Ugh, respect. In some strange way the need for such an obnoxious ceremony showed *respect*. The fact that even after all these ages, they still bothered to do all this with such care, did appease the demon's ego in a way. It's almost funny how desperate such belief seems. Sadly such is reality. The least the demon could do is at least take some sort of shape in return. It formed a tall, gaunt, pale figure, purple eyes tired, yet sharp. The shell of former self, of its fotmer glory - of the great Pallas. Head lowered, it stood, covered in a robe of slick shadows and listened.

He wasn't sure how much time has passed, but little by little the outside went quiet until the single presence remained. So this is it. This is his new "companion" for around an age. He stepped forward towards the movement. It must be the prayers messing with his senses still, because this new Warden felt different, yet so strangely similar the old one. Ugh, it's irritating that it's unclear. He placed a hand on the cold door, sensing the envigorated magic burn against the imitation of skin. It is not pleasant, but at least it's something to feel.

Perhaps the right thing to do would be to say something, to try and glean something about this new person... but Pallas couldn't bring himself to speak up. Long claws scratched against the door and he let his hand fall. The Day of Renewal was always the worst. The pressure of the fresh bindings was draining all remaining energy, it's nauseating. Like millions of pin needles, magic seeped through the stone, adding a sting to every movement. It will settle, it always does. So will the Warden. Reminding himself that there's going to be plenty of time for introductions, Pallas shifted back to the Pit and unceremoniously fell back into the depths. The purple fire shot up and flickered, remaining the only sign of life among the walls.

________________________

In a day, perhaps a couple, the protective magic has fortified itself and settled, meaning it wasn't as annoying to the resident it was trying to contain. The demon was up early (or at least he thought it should be). He stood by the door, in the same, yet a more complete shape of a man than last time. Hands clasped behind his back, Pallas waited for the Warden to arrive. He had enough time to reminisce, how things have changed. First few times he had nothing more to offer than abuse and threats, later he tried to play it slick, tempt and bargain. And now? There was no need for any of that. As he felt the man get close, all he offered was:

"Welcome... Warden."

@ask-arclight-varus

[ask-arclight-varus]

The first night was eerily quiet beside the few errant spirits verging the temple’s boundary out of curiosity. Varus spent most of that night meditating, syncing with his new surroundings, allowing his mind and body to adjust to the overwhelming amount of sensations being thrown at him. Despite it all, the Ionian felt an odd sense of peace despite the calamity trapped behind him perhaps due to his deepened connection to nature. The deeper Varus delved in the state the more he could see the traces of energy around them notedly the pit, burning with eternal flame ready to consume existence itself.  

On other night vigils, illuminated by the little lamp, the warden would continue studying through the scripts and decided to start writing his own, simplifying the ancient Ionian written within, deciphering the missing texts or riddles and adding his own experience to it. A small smile curving his lips at the thought of one day passing over those scripts to his own kin.  

Days passed since the initiation ritual; some nights were rougher than others. Being the chosen of the clever owl came with its set of drawbacks too. Even when Varus would briefly return home, the increased sensitivity didn't stop making it incredibly difficult to tune down after a long day of work.  

The buzzing of the village was unbearable at times, so Varus would turn up earlier at the temple just to have some peace of mind specially with how quiet the demon was since the ceremony, moments of quiet Varus would know to take as it could change at any moment.  

Entering the sanctum to perform the morning’s Rite of Sealing, Varus flinches as he heard a voice that wasn’t his. A first since Varus had taken up the post of Warden. 

“Greetings to you as well.” The Ionian decides to reply simply, heeding the elder’s warning about conversing with the demon, but curiosity had the best of the warden wondering if it would pursue conversation.  

The feeling was odd, like the demon was standing behind him almost whispering in his ear, but Varus knows it is merely messing with his perception. The marks across his arm tingling gently as a warning. 

Seated by the stairs with his back to the door, Varus enjoyed the warmth of the sun on his skin as he began meditating. Once again, the Warden could begin to perceive something behind the door, dark and heavy, but there was more to it; Varus could slowly begin to distinguish them. The pair of hues fixing him but also heaviness, hurt? The Archer wasn’t quite sure, but he allowed the demon to stare for yet another moment, ready to pull back if his marks being to act further.  

He knew not to trust it; his father taught him well, all those stories of how it lured prey in, toyed with them, driving them to insanity before consuming them whole. 

But something didn’t feel quite right, why were the scripts so encrypted even the prayers were missing a few grave syllables if they were that important to keep it sealed? Why did they not hold more information about it if it could save lives? The Ionian released a little sigh as he opened his eyes again and took one of the scripts in hand; tales of old.  

[thepallas]

`Hm, polite.` was his first thought. Claws poked his other hand, feeling weirdly tense about the interaction. The Warden's voice was pleasant, so that's already better than some. If only it was possible to see him. When no more words came, Pallas began his usual circle around the temple. Despite the dim light and scattered debris, he never stumbled nor slowed his pace. Every corner, every step, every bit of loose stone was painfully familiar. Occasionally, he brushed his clawed fingers against the worn down carvings. Some of them were not even visible anymore, yet fingers still moved across the ghost of the pattern. This walk was usually centering, almost like a mantra, but right now his thoughts kept jumping to the new Warden, or rather one thing that kept bothering him in particular. Demon picked up the pace until his body melted into blackness and rushed to the entrance. It suddenly stilled mere centimeters from the door.

"Your scent is similar to his." Pallas breathed in, just to check. "Yes.. Just like.. the previous Warden." He caught himself right before saying the name he's made up for the other. "Explain."

[ask-arclight-varus]

| Chosen of the owl. | 

It only bestowed over Varus that all those years of training had come to fruitions after he closed his eyes and received the marks of the clever owl. Elders chanted and danced around the young Ionian and behind him, his father standing proud as he watched his son follow in his very footsteps. Incense was heavy in the air; prays and chants meant to subdue the demon’s influence on the surroundings. 

As the markings were branded onto his skin, Varus could sense how his perception began to change, sharpening, perceiving from auras to the edges of the spirit realm but most noticeable of all; The impending doom locked behind those heavy doors. It was overwhelming to say the least; sweat beaded across his skin, enduring the pain of the markings tattooed on his skin and the over stimulation of his senses.  

As the last marks were drawn out on his skin, the elders encircled him to offer their blessing and pray for the warden’s protection. They placed a Lei of spirit blossoms around his neck before speaking up.  

“Today, we renew the oath to the clever owl, may it watch over us and protect us from this ancient evil.” One of the elders proclaimed as they turned towards the crowd as they all bowed in respect.  

“You may rise, chosen of the owl. Your duties await.” Varus hears one of the elders call out and his eyes open, needing a moment to adjust. His father approached and bowed in respect to his son. They couldn’t exchange words in fear that the demon would overhear any vital information. But the smile on his father’s lips was all that Varus needed to fill his heart with pride.  

His wife and son soon followed, the young man throwing himself at his father, giggling as he was told not to say a word but took it as a game. The small family also bowed in respect to one another knowing they would celebrate upon Varus’s return.  

As the sun began to set and everyone left the ceremony, only a few elders remained ensuring the successful heading over to the archer.  

“Remember your training well, the demon will try to mess with your sense, but the owl will watch over you. and under no circumstances tell the demon your name.” They spoke and bowed, offering ancient scripts for Varus to study as he watches over the temple.  

“Understood, worry not.” Varus replied simply accepting the gift before watching the group of elders leave the temple’s yard.  

The young Ionian placed the scripts down next to his shirt, allowing his fresh wounds to heal before changing into his new attire. His gaze then turns towards the massive door, his palm resting against the cold steel feeling how it pulsed under his hand, such immeasurable power sealed behind those doors, and yet Varus is the only one chosen to watch over it.  

His markings glow softly as he syncs with the temple’s seals; it hums softly acknowledging Varus’s presence. For a brief instant, Varus feels the presence behind the walls, heavy, powerful but also loneliness? Varus’s eyes open again, gazing up at the massive door out of curiosity and wonder. Now feeling more connected to nature, he can tell this demon is as old as the first lands itself.  

Completing the seal, Varus sits down by the entrance and takes one of the scrolls, staying at the old manuscript, noticing how some words, names and runes were blurred out or erased. As Varus went through the scrolls, he could feel a pair of eyes, glaring at him, but Varus doesn’t bulge from his spot.  

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The creature awoke, irritated yet not surprised. This day has been anticipated. Attempting to recount how many times this has happened before felt unnecessary, it knew what to expect - renewal of the bindings and protective seals was an annoyance, but the prospect of a new Warden intrigued even the tired being. The creature rose from the pool of ichor and out of the glow of cold purple flames. A being of shapeless darkness, featureless, yet purposeful. It's irritating how well timed this ceremony was - it always is. The Temple's seals are powerful, but not eternal, the way their power dissipated over years was obvious, but it never went unnatended for long enough to become vulnerable. The Demon could praise the Ionians, if their efforts weren't in its expense.

Its gaze lingered where the magic seemed to settle and awaken. Even through the thick walls it felt like shackles of searing sunlight - difficult to withstand. The long stale air was getting heavier once more with every minute. With what could be considered a sigh, the demon moved towards the entrance. At the very least it could appreciate the change of pace and all the different sounds outside, even if they're muted by the stone. The prayers were messing with its senses, yet after so much nothingness, even that was refreshing. Some anxiety, fear, a twinge of pain and blood was somewhere in the mix among all the other feelings and sensations. It stayed there, unmoving, grasping onto every sensation like a breath of air.

The faint metallic scent brought demon's mind back to the Warden. The last one was a nice change of pace, he'd indulge them demon more, even if he never lost his guard. His presence has become a stable thing in the last few decades and it was around still, somewhere, the demon was sure. It's almost sad to let him go. He was more interesting and, at the very least, respectful. Ugh, respect. In some strange way the need for such an obnoxious ceremony showed *respect*. The fact that even after all these ages, they still bothered to do all this with such care, did appease the demon's ego in a way. It's almost funny how desperate such belief seems. Sadly such is reality. The least the demon could do is at least take some sort of shape in return. It formed a tall, gaunt, pale figure, purple eyes tired, yet sharp. The shell of former self, of its fotmer glory - of the great Pallas. Head lowered, it stood, covered in a robe of slick shadows and listened.

He wasn't sure how much time has passed, but little by little the outside went quiet until the single presence remained. So this is it. This is his new "companion" for around an age. He stepped forward towards the movement. It must be the prayers messing with his senses still, because this new Warden felt different, yet so strangely similar the old one. Ugh, it's irritating that it's unclear. He placed a hand on the cold door, sensing the envigorated magic burn against the imitation of skin. It is not pleasant, but at least it's something to feel.

Perhaps the right thing to do would be to say something, to try and glean something about this new person... but Pallas couldn't bring himself to speak up. Long claws scratched against the door and he let his hand fall. The Day of Renewal was always the worst. The pressure of the fresh bindings was draining all remaining energy, it's nauseating. Like millions of pin needles, magic seeped through the stone, adding a sting to every movement. It will settle, it always does. So will the Warden. Reminding himself that there's going to be plenty of time for introductions, Pallas shifted back to the Pit and unceremoniously fell back into the depths. The purple fire shot up and flickered, remaining the only sign of life among the walls.

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In a day, perhaps a couple, the protective magic has fortified itself and settled, meaning it wasn't as annoying to the resident it was trying to contain. The demon was up early (or at least he thought it should be). He stood by the door, in the same, yet a more complete shape of a man than last time. Hands clasped behind his back, Pallas waited for the Warden to arrive. He had enough time to reminisce, how things have changed. First few times he had nothing more to offer than abuse and threats, later he tried to play it slick, tempt and bargain. And now? There was no need for any of that. As he felt the man get close, all he offered was:

"Welcome... Warden."

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*clears throat* Ladies and gents we are back in business

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“Show me those pretty white jaws, show me where the delicate stops, show me what you’ve lost and why you always taking it slow. Show me what wounds you’ve got, show me love.” —

These two will forever have a special in my heart :’) a small something for the sweetest @minty-soosh / @thepallas 💜

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WAAHHH, YOUR HONOUR THEY'RE SO IN LOVE :")

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// What the actual fuck?

A week of being swarmed by bots??

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// So I've just told my friend the whole story of how this blog and Pallas came to be and about some roleplays and his relationship with Varus and all kinds of different AUs....

gosh, I think I truly wanna get back to roleplay again. I've been playing DnD lately and occasionally RP with Varus mun on discord, so I still had my fair share of roleplay.. But I wanna try to get back to tumblr roleplay and get into my boys Pallas and Amiran again.

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First-Meeting Sentence Starters

Several different scenarios that can be combined or modified for your pleasure:

"Uh, hi there."

"I was here first. Go to the back of the line!"

"Excuse me, is there any way you could let me go before you? I'm in a hurry."

"Service here is TERRIBLE today!"

"Is this seat taken?"

"Do you have a moment to talk?"

"Hi, listen, there's someone following me, and I'm paranoid so can you talk to me for a few minutes to make it look like I'm not alone?"

"Here, take this and run with me. I'll explain later!"

"Do you have some cash? This vending machine just ate the last of mine..."

"Hey, were you going to use this machine next? It gave me a free bag of chips, and I don't need to eat that many!"

"Do you work here?"

"Look, I'm not an employee, but the ____ are right over there."

"Hey, is this yours? It was by your feet."

"Are you from ____ or ____?"

"Hello, ____."

"I swear I've seen you on TV."

"Yes, I'm ____, and I can take a picture with you if you want."

"Oh my gosh, can I pet your dog?!"

"Sorry, there was a hair hanging off of your sleeve, and it was bothering me."

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to walk into you!"

"Wait a minute! I think they mixed up our orders."

"Ugh, this isn't my food. Did anyone here order a ____?"

"You look so cold. Do you want to borrow my jacket?"

"H-Hey, I'm freezing. Is there any way I can s-stand close to you and maybe get warmer?"

"You poor thing, you look like you're cooking! Here, take a bottle of water."

"It's so hot I think I might pass out. Can you help me?"

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, good, you're awake. What happened to you?"

"Where am I?"

"Get in! You're in danger!"

"Please, let me ride with you. There's someone after me!"

"Grab the spare helmet and jump on."

"Are you playing ____?"

"Hey, do you want to trade friend codes?"

"Hi, my date just stood me up, so now I have a free ticket."

"I'd love to take that free spot as long as you don't mind sitting next to me."

"Have you seen a lost child around here?"

"I found this child, and by the look on your face, I think they're yours."

"That coat isn't real fur, is it?"

"If you can't tell the difference between real animal pelt and fake, you shouldn't be harassing people on the street."

"Are we locked in here?"

"Can I use your phone?"

"Here, take my phone. No questions asked."

"What's cookin' good lookin'?"

"If you're trying to flirt with me, you may want to try again."

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From Eden - Hozier