[ okay, xayah. not the first time you’ve woken up miles from where you fell asleep. not the first time you’ve been kidnapped, either! sure, maybe you’ve never been tossed across the world, maybe across realms in the process of said kidnapping, but, hey. you’re strong. you’re flexible! and what’s the first thing you do in a new situation? ]

[ get information by any means necessary. ]

[ a cloaked figure perches amidst creaking branches. the dark colors of her plumage allow her to blend into the shade. moonlight catches her gaze; yellow eyes reflect it, like a cat’s would. ]

[ the spooky forest is no big deal to her. the land is supposed to talk to vastaya, after all; that just means it’s healthy. no, it’s everything else about the situation that bothers her, which is why she’s waiting for some poor soul to walk by so she can threaten grievous harm attempt communication. ]

Snff… hic…

[ she misses him. ]

[ a week. that’s all it takes for her to admit it, a week without his silly, noisy face, and she’s bawling into a blanket that doesn’t even smell like him. the townspeople were kind enough to rent her the room for free, no “persuasion” needed. it was her shelter–the closest she could get to a safe place in this world, so she decided to cry in here, instead of the tavern where she heard someone performing and the first tears fell. ]

[ seriously. imagine someone seeing you cry. ]

… stupid… jackass. Didn't even follow me…

[ like, how embarrassing would that be? good thing she’d yelled at the bartender, stomped up the stairs, and slammed the door shut with such force it rattled the walls. no way anybody would be dumb enough to follow after that, right? ]

[ or nosy enough to notice the door hadn’t quite shut, and that, through the sliver between door and its frame, they could see a young woman huddled up on the floor, by the bed, wiping her tears on an itchy blanket. she hiccups. ]

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[[ ooc: my very first dreamwidth rp post, hooray! 🎉 this is xayah from the game league of legends. she's a violent rebel who would love to put your beating heart on a necklace. for a quick visual, this is her on the right. if you'd like to plot, hit me up here or on plurk msfoxtrott. ]]