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Chirps loudly and sweetly, flying in circles around your head to cheer you on as you walk.

#ic

@divine-righteousness

Turns into her bird person form, wrapping large wings around a fellow... not bird.

#mobile

Lands on your shoulder. Nuzzles beak against your head.

#(( Smallest bird form. ))#(( As a reminder she has three main sizes/shapes. Small bird & large bird & human ))

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𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝙴 ?? 💖 even though ahri already had a promo, i figured i should do one of these more text friendly versions. ahri is my first muse in the league of legends fandom and has become more and more divergent since her first blog but worry not !! all of her divergences regarding her default verse can be found here. if she still interests you, can you reblog or like this post so that i can check out your blog in return ?? thank you !!

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Riot didn’t tell Quinn how big he will grow. #birdshaming

#(( A mood. ))

Ryla turns into a tit, literally.

#(( The small bird. ))

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@theweepingcrane liked for a soft noncanon justice kith

Ryla

Soft little cheeping echoes in her helm, accompanied by the press of a small warm and feathered body against her neck. Kayle opens her eyes with a sharp inhale, wings twitching as she registers a cacophony of birdsong all around her. For concern of the little body pressed beneath her helm, Kayle does not move her head. But she does open her senses. All but one of the birds perched upon her are exactly what they appear to be. The one beneath her helm, pressed against the small strip of flesh not covered by the collar of her armor is familiar.

“Ryla.” Feathers fluff out against her neck, a sound that almost borders on being a squawk but is closer to a chirp bounds around her helmet. Kayle is slow as she reaches up, but there is still a flutter of many wings as some of the birds flee. Slower still she pulls her helmet off, places it upon the ground, and then offers her hand as a perch for Ryla. Who after a few moments of seeming consideration takes it with a little leap.

Kayle lets her gaze drift up towards the sky as raid begins to pitter patter down, before falling back to the vastayan perched upon her index finger. Large ivory wings lift up and fold over them and the remaining birds still upon her legs. Bringing her hand close, she presses a kiss to the top of Ryla’s feathered head before allowing her gaze to be pulled to the rain now starting to fall with gusto.

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As lips leave her head, the bird person becomes more person than bird. Mindful of the other birds on Kayle’s legs, she floats down and finds her place tucked into the other’s torso, curled up and safe from the rain. Her legs peek out from Kayle’s sanctuary, talons curling up as rain begins to pitter-patter. The birds do not hop away, even as Ryla’s wings spread wide, wide, wider still, wrapping around Kayle in a faux hug. It is a small challenge to navigate her wings around Kayle’s, but she does manage, kissing Kayle’s exposed jawline.

From there, the halcyon stares out across the world as rain falls harder and harder, tucked in close and secure.

#(( A very short response but I did want to get to this. ))#divine righteousness

Ryla returns, but I am very tired and dropping all my drafts. ( Threads / Asks with: @shc-ma, @divine-righteousness, @broken-sandwich, @ask-kalista , @traces-of-stars ). I’m also skipping out on any unfinished starter calls. I need to take a breath and clean the slate.

Sorry and thank you for understanding!

#(( This doesn't mean that I don't want to write with you! ))#(( I just need to cut down on the load a little bit. ))

Ryla, the palm sized kingfisher with an aura comparable to a several story tall phoenix, idly preening.

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Gently pets a little birdie.

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“So are you,” she answers. She was a bird, mimicking noises was what birds did. She could even do a chainsaw nouse. “Thank you... for letting me join...”

#mobile

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Gently pets a little birdie.

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Ryla sings along, following Kayle’s melody.

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Gently pets a little birdie.

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Chorp.

#(( <3 ))#(( Happy chirping noises. ))

@broken-sandwich // Tag isn’t working. Ryla comes to sit on a head.

“Chorp.” It’s right after ol’ two-coats lurches out of one of his many river connections that a bird no larger than a kingfisher lurches out after him, letting out quite the noise. It flutters its wings and without any sense of danger, lands atop the River King’s hat.

“Cho-o-o-o-rp,” the bird trills.

#(( We birds do not chirp. We chorp. ))#broken sandwich

Ryla rapidly dives in and out of the spirit realm, trying to rush between places.

#(( Though I am but a bird I am busier than ever. ))#(( Ryla will return for season two- ))#(( I mean she will return soon. ))

A quick hairstyle reference. Depending on how transformed she is, Ryla’s hair may shift more and more towards feathers.

#I am a bird ( Visage )#(( I needed to get something out for this. The most important thing is the droopy eyes. ))

sparrowofthesands

(theweepingcrane) Hop. Hop hop hop hop hop. The tiny kingfisher bird hops closer, hop, hop, hop, then flies up into Taliyah’s shoulder to stare at her. Staring... staring... biting the collar of Taliyah’s top while maintaining eye contact... Hop, hop, hop. The blue and orange bird ruffles its feathers, then changes color to match the browns of Taliyah’s outfit. Hop hop hop.

While Taliyah would call herself an animal person, to have a little bird not only get close but land on her was a rarity. All in all, it just seemed like a curious little creature, until it changed colors. That got the weaver’s attention, at which point she raised a hand, one finger coming up and hovering near her little companion, floating by its head. “Hello, little one. I’ve never seen a bird change colors before! Do you mind if I pet you just a bit?”

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“How polite of you,” comes a very feminine and soft voice as the bird hops a little closer, pushing its head right into Taliyah’s fingers. It flutters its wings again happily, eyes closed as it wiggles a bit. Ryla lets out a rather contended rumbling and then a small chirp, as if she hadn’t said anything at all. Instead, she seems to just enjoy the head scritches that she gives herself with Taliyah’s hand, hoping the woman would give her scritches too.

#sparrowofthesands

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