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//I am still alive

But between work, two essays, and a research paper. I have very little time. I am sorry. ;~;

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eyesofcuriosity:

A melodic giggle was lured out of her lips at his ever so grandeur comment. “Rest assured my friend it will indeed put to a good use. Would be such a shame to let a generous gift go to waste” she mused while tucking the herb carefully in her bag  where she kept the rest of her collection. As they walked between the gates of  her humble home she waved her hand for him to follow inside.

“Welcome and enjoy your stay and oh dont mind the salamander you might see. Just be careful he spits fire at strangers “ just as she mentioned  upon entering her small home in frony of the door was a large reptile staring or in this case glaring at the stranger.

Zenko would take in the sights of the surroundings and home, taking in the scent of another’s abode. The mere act of simply being there was enough to make the Kitsune examine everything in awe as his mind went to record each scene, scent, and feel. Of course, his attention was inevitably drawn to the salamander.

Almost like watching two animals interact, the fox would level himself to the Salamander’s eye level and his jade eyes would narrow as if to jokingly glare back in a moment that would have made sense if the Salamander were human.

“Does he eat people?” A silly question proposed merely for the jest of it. It was now that Zenko recalled they now rested within a home away from prying eyes and so the fox’s ears and tails would once again unfurl and reveal themselves.

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☽ = wandering alone at night.

It was quite late as she was returning from meeting another of her neighbors. But thankfully it was a peaceful spring night, she enjoyed the sounds of insects and light breeze wooshing in the air.In the distance, there was a figure standing alone, now what in the world were they doing? 

“Excuse me, are you alright? You seem to be a bit lost my friend”

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verum-exsolutus:

The hunter gazed at his newest companion for a moment as he brought the knife up. He hesitated, not wanting to have to kill someone who did no wrong to him, but he said he had done this before and is the pommel was red, it would be fine. He just couldn’t see how.

After a moment more, the hunter tightened his grip and drove the blade down, hard and fast, into the other’s chest, right where they had marked it.  The hunter let go of the knife after he had did the act, staring at the other as though he were lost on what to do now.

A very guttural “GUH” could be heard from the masked man as he writhed for a split second before relaxing into stillness. It was very much as if he had been stabbed and had died without any struggle the peace of the woods became unerringly loud. The pommel of the dagger seemed now drained of color, a dark abyss hanging in confines of the glass.

After what might seem an eternity, there would be an extreme wheeze from the Kitsune as air forced itself anew into lungs. Coughing and hacking, Zenko would slowly get up and would rip the dagger from his form leaving a bleeding wound. Before he could do anything, the fox would yank up his mask just enough to expose a rather human chin and mouth which would immediately expel a foul smelling but weird shimmering liquid. 

After a second, Truth would simply hear a sigh and a grumble. “Feels bad...”

Two Masks; One Truth.

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shadowofdarkin:

A proper owner, hmm? It was true: in a way, nearly anything could be used as a weapon if one had the means and skill to do so. There were rumors about that mysterious cloaked warrior who fought with a lantern, or that Titan of the Depths in Bilgewater who carried a great anchor. Even so, just because something COULD be used as a weapon did not mean there weren’t better alternatives… Still, it was ultimately up the warrior to make the best use of their armaments.

When the fox asked another question, Aatrox thought for a moment. “…None know more of weapons than my kind, but mortals are always find new ways to kill one-another. I know all manner of swords, pole-arms, bows, blunt weapons, and so-forth… But new forms of poisons, fire-arms, and even lethal magics continue to be discovered. In light of this, I cannot truly claim to ever EVERY weapon ever made… But I’ve little doubt I will see or even face them, eventually.”

“A wise answer given the march that humans make to accomplish their goals in a seemingly endless dash to the next weapon of great destruction.” Pausing, it would be a wonder to him what they would make next and while technology was amusing, it was always hard for him to adapt. Still.

“That does proffer a new question however.” Zenko would begin, tails swishing in thought. “WITH the advancement of weapons, it is no doubt a eventuality where the lethal aspect of a weapon may even supersede magic, blade, and shot. In the even of this, would the Darkin adapt? As wondrous as the magics of Vastaya are, I fear it’s an eventuality technology will replicate or even replace the most potent of born spells.”

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verum-exsolutus:

Truth looked at the other before he hesitantly pulled out the knife. He checked the pommel and saw that it had  it was a shimmering red. He examined a few moments more before he looked back to the other.

“I really don’t like this…I mean, are you sure this will even work?”

He gripped the knife and put the tip just above his heart. The hunter felt cold as ice as he clenched his hand on the grip.

Groaning, it wasn’t out of pain but out of sheer weakness. Even so, his fox mask would remain glued onto his face and would stop Truth from seeing the fact he rolled his eyes.

“Well, there’s maybe 5 more of me so I’m sure if I died, they’ll take my spot.” He would jest, mumbling out of exhaustion. “Really. My vision is kinda hazy so at least find reassurance in this. If the dagger’s pommel is truly red, I’ll be completely fine.”

Lying down again, he would sigh and settle with his chest staring up at the canopy above. “I’ve done this a few times already, I just need you to aim... Here..” And with that, a small firey blue target made of foxfire would encircle his heart. “Oh, and please stab as hard as you can. I didn’t do it hard enough once. Blood is incredibly messy.”

Two Masks; One Truth.

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eyesofcuriosity:

“A valid point, a little side adventure could not hurt at all “ she added with a silent snicker. Since in all honesty she too was a curious soul by nature and loved learning quite a bit, be it about magic, people or even different races!

But his next offer caught her off guard. Her jade colored eyes widen at the sight of herb pouch and she quickly spotted some of the  herbs she only saw in scrolls or heard from other more experienced travelers. “By the spirits! My friend  you have seen quite a bit of the world havent you? “ she ezcaleimed while wide grin crossed her lips.”Are quite certain you wish to give me such kind of treasure?” 

And in distance on the end of road that was close to the  edge of forest was a small hut that almost completly blended in wit the greenery around it but few gentle lights aroud it showed thehome was indeed well taken care of by someone.

“But of course! What use is a herb if it isn’t used or shared? The baron may stow their riches and keep themselves rich but lonely are they also for hoarding valuables that will never see the use in the light of day. So just promise me you won’t hoard it and you can have all of it!” Zenko would wax poetically with a cheery undertone. It almost seemed like the idea of giving away his prized possessions alone would bring the fox happiness.

“All of life is fleeting and the most beautiful works of art last but a moment. One needs to enjoy being in the present.” He would punctuate before giving a loud yawn. His eyes locking onto the home in the distance.

“Ah! Is that your home? How homely it seems!”

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☽ = wandering alone at night.

It was quite late as she was returning from meeting another of her neighbors. But thankfully it was a peaceful spring night, she enjoyed the sounds of insects and light breeze wooshing in the air.In the distance, there was a figure standing alone, now what in the world were they doing? 

“Excuse me, are you alright? You seem to be a bit lost my friend”

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shadowofdarkin:

“The Seven-Branched Sword.” Aatrox spoke aloud upon hearing of a ‘sword that mimics the branches of a tree.’ He had heard of such a blade; one had ample time to learn of such things when wandering Runeterra for so many ages… “It is a decorative weapon, housed here in Ionia, and nothing more.”

Aatrox looked over Zenko’s form at the mention of using a Jiite. “Small, nimble, fit for ending fights before they truly begin… Yes, a weapon like that suits someone like you well…”

“They SAY it is a decorative weapon, but perhaps it is merely awaiting a proper owner? There’s quiet a lot of magic weapons in this world after all.” Tentatively, he would fiddle with his hands with not much else to do.

“Speaking of such, however, you seem to know quite a large variety of weapons. Would you say that you know of every single one? That is to say, everything that was designed as a weapon first and foremost of course.”

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eyesofcuriosity:

She barely managed to hold back the urge to burst into melodic giggle instead he was rewarded with a silent snicker from her.”Careful my friend if you do not look at the road in front of you, something might mislead you from the path”

But the way he would talk about humans did lure small tender smile at the corner of her lips. As they were passing people were busy with their own businesses some night vendors were packing their goods while exchanging friendly greetings and minor joking spats. There was indeed certain charm to such small events. 

At his question, she looked up at him with the corner of her eye. “Me? Oh I don’t know maybe I  will explore the forests and collect  herbs  that would come in handy to have”

He laughed lightly, though mostly human, there was indeed a quality betraying his facade as a human if someone were to know of his Vastayan qualities. “All too true, but can someone be mislead if they never had a goal or place to go too? Perhaps a trek through the woods would be fun.”

He would follow her rather lightly, clearly pleased with simply existing and happy with his existence. Though Zenko would not know how long it would take to reach Nessa’s home, he was merely pleased with the company.

“Herbs hrm?” He would begin. “Here. I have some herbs although I am not sure if it is the one you’re looking for.” And with that, the Kitsune would dig through his satchel offering a small pouch. Inside would be an incredibly rare herb found only in small patches around Ionia.

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☽ = wandering alone at night.

It was quite late as she was returning from meeting another of her neighbors. But thankfully it was a peaceful spring night, she enjoyed the sounds of insects and light breeze wooshing in the air.In the distance, there was a figure standing alone, now what in the world were they doing? 

“Excuse me, are you alright? You seem to be a bit lost my friend”

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verum-exsolutus:

Truth watched with surprise as the other changed. He was not expecting this, not by a long run. The hunter nearly spoke to comment on it when the other made their request and the hunter’s blood ran cold. What in the world was this other mask man talking about? He couldn’t be seriously asking him to kill him.

“Hey, hey, hey! I know that was probably draining, but is there another way? I’m not gonna kill you!”

The hunter held his hands up in clear refusal, a look of horror and confusion on his face.

“No, it’ll be fine.” Mumbled the masked man and laying his head back in exhaustion. Through that lack of energy, it would take a moment before realizing what he was asking when he wasn’t giving context.

“Really. It’ll be fine. It’s not gonna kill me. The pommel of that is red, right? It’s gonna fix me up. Probably.”

Thinking on it now, Zenko couldn’t remember if the knife was ‘charged’ and so making it red. Well, it would not be the first gambit and he trusted Truth to check.

Two Masks; One Truth.

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shadowofdarkin:

Aatrox eyed the fox for a moment. “Hmph. It is true that a larger sword has benefits, but as I said: skill is more important than size alone. A large blade means nothing in the hands of one who is not strong or swift enough to wield it effectively. Besides, while greatswords are good for cleaving, they can hinder one’s accuracy. A rapier, for example, may be nowhere near as strong, but with it, one can strike at vitals or gaps in armor far more easily.”

Aatrox twirled his own sword in his hand. “And there are many other weapons a warrior may wield as well: flails, maces, spears, even scythes… Every weapon has advantages and disadvantages; it is vital that a warrior make use of the former and compensate for the latter.”

“Very true.” Zenko would reply, not missing a beat to cover the fact he had been purposefully placing words in certain ways. “I’ve heard the wildest objects being used as forms of weapons. Why, I’ve overheard that there lies a sword in existence that mimics the branches of a tree. One could only wonder what it’s purpose is.”

Zenko would continue, idly wandering about as he spoke as the fox could not stomach standing still for long. “I am not entirely skilled at blades myself, but I do use the Jiite. I find it helps quite a bit when dealing with Bandits but I doubt it would be useful for a larger blade.”

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eyesofcuriosity:

She could notice that he had a bit of a different aura and step to him, one reason why few curious glances were thrown in their way. But for now thankfully nobody payed too much mind to the two walking down the street.

“As much as I would like to ask right now, I think it would be wiser to wiat until we reach my home.. But rest assured I would never ask for such thing…no matter how tempting it may be” 

A silent hum escaped her lips as she would slightly skip in her walk, a habit she had when she was in deep thought. “But one thing that does interest me is….where do you plan to go tomorrow my friend?”

“Tomorrow? Wherever the road takes me! I haven’t the slightest care in where I go because home is always just a skip and a jump away.” Zenko would reply quite cheerily, stating in a manner in which one might think that he did indeed live just a moment away.

“Huma-, People are such interesting folks where the lives they lead are different pictures. Life is, the most basest of canvases one could work with, but people paint using all kinds of mediums and colors that it’s always interesting to witness. At least, I think so~”

There was a slight pause before he started again

“Where are you planning to go tomorrow?”

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☽ = wandering alone at night.

It was quite late as she was returning from meeting another of her neighbors. But thankfully it was a peaceful spring night, she enjoyed the sounds of insects and light breeze wooshing in the air.In the distance, there was a figure standing alone, now what in the world were they doing? 

“Excuse me, are you alright? You seem to be a bit lost my friend”

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shadowofdarkin:

Aatrox silently mused on the matter as he stared into the distance. Yes, Tryndamere was truly something special… The primal rage he felt in that child when they first met was unlike anything the Darkin had seen in mortals before in any mortal; he was a vessel for raw fury that surpassed even the berserkers of Lokfar… He was Aatrox’s greatest work, and the perfect potential host should this body fail him in the great conflict to come.

Aatrox returned his gaze to the vastayan. “The size of the sword is less important than the strength of the one who wields it… But yes, the Barbarian King’s greatsword is rather large compared to most blades.”

“But a larger sword DOES confer a lot of benefits does it not? The heft of a blade cannot be denied. A longer reach prevents those of smaller design the inability for a counter attack and the damage a bigger sword is much greater. I’d say size DOES matter, no?”

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verum-exsolutus:

Truth tried to flee but was stopped by the other’s hand. He nearly yelled again when he looked at the massive predator. It’s tusks spread out from it’s mouth as it rose up on it’s hind legs, the chaos driving it mad with confusion and rage. It roared as it tried to swat away the illusions and even tried eating a few. Soon, it had been so overwhelmed by the sights, smells and sounds that it charged back through the path it had made, roaring in anger.

The hunter watched with surprise as the massive beast was soon out of sight, grasping what just happened.

“I need to keep you around if I’m in Koragg territory.”

“I hope not.. that took quite a lot out of me. But.. The good hunter is safe.”

To have created so many realistic illusions, sounds, and smells demanded great energy. An energy his body could hardly sustain given the form of his magic. Weakly, the masked man would lay unto the ground panting. Perhaps it was his own foolish mind, but Zenko felt he could trust this human. To reduce the strain on himself, he would cease the magics altering his form as the white ears on his head would turn ember and six bushy tails would reveal themselves.

Turning over, the Kitsune could feel the cold sweat over himself. It would be easier to entrust this next task to Truth.

“Please.. Take the knife from inside my clothing. Drive it into my heart.”

If taken, it would reveal a rather beautiful sapphire and golden ceremonial dagger. The Pommel a deep scarlet hue.

Two Masks; One Truth.

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Guess who’s back and feeling great?

//ME

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// Just wanna apologize for the lack of activity for the past few days.

I'm sick. I've been working fulltime past few days, and I've got documents/paperwork on the side. A full schedule, but I hope to return tomorrow!

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shadowofdarkin:

Aatrox chuckled in response to that. “You need not fret. The man I speak of is a conqueror; one who has singlehandedly brought entire tribes to kneel before him. I met him when he was but a boy, and I knew he had the potential to become something truly great… He has yet to fully meet my expectations, but certainly, the Barbarian King is nearing the height of that potential.”

Aatrox had turned his gaze to the distance-to the Freljord-as he spoke. Now, he looked back to the vastayan. “When we fight, I shall judge if he is truly ready to be the king he claims to be.”

“That’s quite the illustrious history, to have brought entire tribes together. I have never been to the Freljord but I do know the harshness of the land and the kinds of people it must breed to survive those environments. As of late, I have heard of the fighting that still occurs. Whomever it is, must be of great strength.

There was a nice thought. An observer to this kind of fight would be wonderful to say the least. He would match the Darkin’s gaze towards Freljord half expecting something before returning it as well.

“Does he also wield a incredibly large sword as well? I seem to have found everyone seems to value very large swords.”

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thepawnnoble:

Quinita glared at him - how dare he be so…so like this in front of a noble lady?! …And why was she upset for Alice’s sake? “How odd…the person must have been in need for such herbs to steal rare herbs.” If she remembered correctly, the garden was specifically for medicinal purposes. It could be used as an aphrodisiac though. 

“…Would you happen to know where I could find some then?” She asked with a gentle smile. Quinita felt the very strong urge to kick him in the dick.  It was very unlady-like but who was going to know? Him and Lady Alice…the woman simply huffs. “So, where did you stash the herbs you stole?” Quinita accused. Alice turns to her.

“Quinita dear, do not assume things.” She knows too! He’s so obvious! Look at his face! …Okay not literally. 

Reaching under his mask for a moment, Zenko would rub at his face before giving a sigh. He didn’t feel too good but that would have to wait for posterity’s sake. Fixing his mask, once again, he would chirp up. “That’s really quite rude, assuming random strangers sleeping on benches would have stolen anything. Even if I did, why would you think a culprit would confess their crimes right here and now? You presume too much!”

Standing up, and making very sure to fluff his tails, he would bow before the two. “It is a pleasure to meet you two. As for the herbs, I know that you could easily find some in the neighboring gardens. Also a farmer grows a few that he sells on Sundays, so I don’t think he will mind if you came by to purchase them a day early.”

And before the question could be asked about where these locations where, the yawning masked man would use his finger to draw a small map that hanged in the air. Drawing a a tiny garden, he would circle it as the location of the recent mishap before drawing in reference to it where one might obtain more herbs,