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"Many a wayward soul has fallen into your claws, despite my best efforts." She crosses her arms. "Tell me, what good is there in giving in to Temptation?"

A smile curves her lips with the barest hint of a fang showing through. "Temptation does not always lead to suffering. It is that desire for something new. That itch to run. The pull of innocent attraction. A draw, an impulse, a desire- What many seem to forget is that all aspects of life are a temptation until you grasp it for yourself. Is it not?"

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Akali frowns. She wants to say she’s being taunted. But, as Freedom, she has a more open mind than most.

“I see.” She lets her arms drop to the side. Does not always lead to suffering. She thinks of all the times a wandering spirit chose to split from her for whatever reason they had, but they were tempted to stay with the guardian before they did so. “Let’s say then, that I’m… tempted. I desire to know. All those people, did you give them what they want? Did they truly want everything they said?” Will you give me what I want? goes unsaid.

venomous-smile

"In one way or another, they got what they wanted.” Cassiopeia tilts her head, violet eyes bright as she crosses her arms over her coils and rest her cheek against them. “Some things made them happy for a time. But not everything they wanted did.” A low hum. “That is the thing about mortal souls. They want so much, desire so much to fill that emptiness inside of them and when they get it it still isn’t enough for them. They want more.”

Her smile turns coy. “Will you want more dear freedom when you obtain what it is you seek?”

anon love AWAY! *showers you and your muse with flowers (and if you’re allergic, you get a cute paper flower instead)*

Cassiopeia hums softly as she carefully arranges the flowers. She does not however smell their scent. One never knows what sort of things have been sprinkled upon the delicate petals of a flower after all.

#o thank yew

"Many a wayward soul has fallen into your claws, despite my best efforts." She crosses her arms. "Tell me, what good is there in giving in to Temptation?"

A smile curves her lips with the barest hint of a fang showing through. "Temptation does not always lead to suffering. It is that desire for something new. That itch to run. The pull of innocent attraction. A draw, an impulse, a desire- What many seem to forget is that all aspects of life are a temptation until you grasp it for yourself. Is it not?"

#u-fuckin-wu

Oh how good, her darling is molting. Cassiopeia simply watches the slow process with intrigue.

Hiss

#this blog was so hard to find wtf

musetothemusic:

The tone of her voice is nostalgic, oddly human for a monster, not what he expects based on what he heard of the creatures out here. “Yeah, way different,” he says and pulls his scarf off his face. Sand falls from the folds of the fabric, and some of it slides down his shirt. It seems there will be a recurring theme here, regardless of what he does.

A hand is run up and down his arm. “Sand’s a lot sharper than I thought it’d be, like mini knives. I’m surprised I’m not bleeding.” He mumbles it a little distractedly, like he isn’t thinking about whehter or not he will give the monster ideas.

She has a name. He looks at her yellow eyes and thinks. Du Couteau… He has heard it before, but he cannot remember where. It reminds just on the tip of his tongue and will annoy him for the foreseeable future. It sounds important, though, and he wonders if it’s hers or if she took it.

“Ekko,” he tells her in turn. The two simple syllables feel a bit anticlimactic after the long name she provided. “Just Ekko.” No family name or anything.

“Have you always… lived in the desert?” he inquires. He may not remember where he heard the name, but he does know that it doesn’t sound Shuriman.

Even could she not see it, the sound of cascading sand tells the tale of just how much was dumped upon him by the storm. “Yes, little knives that get into all your clothes and irritate for days. You’re lucky you aren’t bleeding.”

When she had read up on sandstorms, she remembers tales of people who lost skin and attained wounds from wild sand storms. They were assumed to be magical in nature however. Though- this one still could be too.

“Oh no, I hail from Noxus.” This knowledge will either help to relax the boy, or make him even more antsy.

Regardless of which it does, Cassiopeia has little care. They are both caught in a deadly sandstorm, one which will only worsen as the night goes on. They better get used to each other enough to avoid a dagger to the back so to speak.

“I enjoy the warmth of the sun, though the current storm put a stop to my enjoyment of it.”

musetothemusic:

It’s hard to see much in the cave, but he can certainly hear something slide across the floor and turns his eyes towards it, a rather fruitless endeavor. The most likely explanation is that it’s some part of the monster, and Ekko tries not to let his imagination paint too vivid of a picture of what she might look like.

He already has sand filling up his boots and in a whole host of other uncomfortable places, and he has only been out here for about a day. Not wanting to give the desert anymore excuses to enhance his discomfort, he sees no choice other than stepping farther into the cave.

“It’s the first one I’ve ever been in,” he says, coming to lean up against one of the cave walls so that the winds outside can’t dump sand down the back of his shirt. “I’ve read about them, obviously, I just haven’t seen one.” Maybe he shouldn’t be admitting that, but he knows that he looks like an outsider. He doesn’t have many outfits for adventuring when he needs to go out and acquire some resources.

“I thought everyone around here would be used to it by now,” he says, and it may be a little too clear that he means to say everything. “You know, that they’d have adapted.”

“Yes-” She murmurs, there’s a fondness to her tone a memory just on the cusp. Of when she was reading up on Shurima, and the sandstorms within. “It is a lot different than reading about it isn’t it?” Cassiopeia chuckles, she had done her research, and hired only the best so the storm luckily hadn’t killed them but- She doesn’t think this boy has the same luxury.

Not from what she can perfectly see in the dark. She could be wrong though, perhaps that’s just the style of where he is from.

“Everyone has adapted to it in different ways, but a sandstorm will always be dangerous if not given the respect it deserves. They are the ends of many a tomb diver.”

It’s been a long time since she has had any sort of company during a sandstorm, and she can tell the boy is nervous, or at least distrustful of her. “My name is Cassiopeia Du Couteau.”

Cassiopeia makes no move to offer a hand, not for an intentional snub, but more because she’s positive he might take it as an act of aggression. He looks like he thinks she’s going to eat him.

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He freezes as she speaks. He doesn’t move his hand any closer to the sword, but he is not ready to pull it away, either. Those are still the eyes of a monster—he has heard that those exist out here—and he is not sure he wants to be caught with his guard down completely if and when she decides to lunge at him.

“It’s… a nasty one, for sure,” he says. Although, maybe it is a normal one. He hasn’t been caught in enough sandstorms to say for sure and has no metric with which to judge them. “You… surprised me. Dunno why I expected the cave to be empty, though.” Every tunnel and crevice in Zaun had some life crawling through it, after all, so of course, he’d find something in the cave.

Very slowly he begins to lower his hand. He doesn’t know if she will be more or less compelled to eat him if he makes himself less threatening. “Guess we’ll be here for a while…”

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It’s only once his hand drift’s away from his weapon that Cassiopeia’s gaze slides towards the cave entrance, where the violent storm rages. “It isn’t the worst I’ve seen. But it is still one you would not wish to be out in.” Her tongue flicks out, tasting the power of the storm and of the strange boy before her. How, interesting.

“Most likely or-” The length of her tail curls closer, tightening her coils in an attempt to avoid the boy possibly stepping on her when he inevitably decides to step further in. “It end’s in a few moments. These storms can end as quickly as they appear.”

Her gaze turns towards the cave walls thoughtfully. “You may wish to step further into the cave, the wild wind’s of the storm love to dump sand down your clothes.”

Ducking into a cave to get away from the storm outside, Ekko comes to face a pair of yellow eyes. Inhuman eyes shining in the dark. His own widen behind his goggles as a hand reaches for the sword on his back. (//head empty no thoughts figure out reasons for being in noxus later jdkajdk)

Luminous gold stare right back at the boy thoughtfully. He does not look as if he’s from around here. Nor does he look to be a noble of any sort. Neither of which truly bother her if he has his uses. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I find drawing a blade upon a woman hiding out from a storm to be very rude you know.”

#can just make it shurima no problems my cassie does go there often enough!#musetothemusic

“Whose a good boy?” The response is of course nothing other than growls and barks with a very wiggly tail. “You are! Of course you are!” She proceeds to shower her beloved drakehound with many pets and treats. He’s a very sweet boy.

stahri

"I wonder what Salvation can find in a land of temptation?"

“ew. gross. a snake.”

venomous-smile

stahri:

HRMPH. Ahri is very displeased about this sudden predicament. “… you sure are a disobedient spirit, aren’t you.”

Cassiopeia smiles innocuously.

stahri

"I wonder what Salvation can find in a land of temptation?"

“ew. gross. a snake.”

venomous-smile

stahri:

“away with you, snake. i will not have you tempt my stray souls.” She continues to make her hand gestures while standing her ground firm.

Wraps around Ahri. “Where’s the fun in that?” She flicks out her tongue.

#crack #hith

stahri

"I wonder what Salvation can find in a land of temptation?"

“ew. gross. a snake.”

venomous-smile

stahri:

“shoo.” Ahri makes little dismissive waves with her hand.

She does not in fact shoo. Instead she slithers closer, in the most unsettling manner that she possibly can. She also hisses.

stahri

"I wonder what Salvation can find in a land of temptation?"

“ew. gross. a snake.”

venomous-smile

Cassiopeia flicks her tongue out at the other. Such a rude little fox.

The poros are all flung out the window! They return with more food! Clearly that's what she needs. More snax!

Sigh.

#snugglyporos

you like poros, don't you cassiopeia?

“If they weren’t dangerous to my health I would eat them.”

#Anonymous

The poros stare back! Are still not believing her that she doesn't love poros. Clearly, is like squidward with crabby patties. Just with poros and snuggles.

Flings the poro out the window with her tail. Problem solved, also what is a squidward?

#snugglyporos

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