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[shimmerbeasts]

Nasus stood before the place of one of his greatest failures, sighing deeply at the place he had hidden her away. His shoulders sagged again as he stared at the desecrated temple, people had gotten in who knows how long ago, and even without ever having the courage to go back in he knew the blade had been taken. "Why does it take time, for knowledge to gained... for one to see just how they failed. Even the divine are not free from such failures, all of Runterra proves such." He looked from the ancient temple to the sands, the hand gripping his war staff gripping it tighter, causing the wood to creak. "At least she was not trapped with a betrayer like my brother was. Perhaps she will have had taken to self-reflection like I did when Shurima fell." He sighed before starting to walk away from the ruins, deciding to walk for a while instead of just teleporting away, keeping an eye out for anything else amiss.

Most of the time, Naafiri stayed as far away from the desecrated temple as they could. Too deep were the memories of having been sealed in her throwing dagger and hidden away by the one person, whom she was supposed to trust the most. The only times, they sought it out, was to protect themselves in the ruins from the sand storms, which regularly plagued Shurima's deserts. Better than sitting it all out in the open.

A recent sand storm had forced Naafiri and the pack back into that desecrated temple, though it had settled long ago and the breeze had taken their paw prints away. The pack had successfully stalked and killed a Skallashi, easily separating the large, long-legged, bison-like creature from its herd, before they had run it into exhaustion.

Fifty or so of the reddish dune hounds surrounded the carcass, burrowing their blade-protruding heads deep into the soft underbelly and scraping away at the meat and organs. The main body had already claimed the liver and heart for itself. Naafiri's ears rotated around, restlessly, constantly harking for any approaching predators or scavengers.

Vultures and hyenas, they could easily take care of themselves, however, outerbeasts or Baccai were a different story. They could easily challenge them for the carcass, though Naafiri had made quick work of most, establishing their threat. By now thinking like the dune hounds had become such a thing of ease for the Darkin that they sometimes had to actively remember that they had not always been a plural entity.

The hot desert wind carried the smell of a jackal over some of the hills close by. At first, Naafiri assumed it was just that - a mere jackal. However, there was something about the smell. Something, which nagged and troubled her. Growling, the main body flicked one of its ears, feeling the pendant jingle against its cheek. The pack grew restless, fuelled by Naafiri's dread and sneaking suspicion.

It could not be him, could it?

The main body started to jog up the hill, swiftly followed by five other dogs for protection and aid. A lone hunter starved. The pack was strength. Naafiri knew better now. The stronger the smell of jackal grew, the more the Darkin crouched down into the hot sand. Dune hounds could not crawl like cats, but they still knew how to use brush and overgrowth for cover.

There he was, wandering around the edges of their territory with this godawful calmness and stoicism, which had infuriated Naafiri even back when she had tried to beg him to stop studying the influences of the Void through her. Everything for the Empire. His drawl about it all made her sick. The fact that he had the audacity to be here! Had he found out that the crypt had been broken into? Why would he bother to check?

A low guttural growl tore from the main body's throat. Normally, Naafiri was laser-focused, even though they inhabited various bodies at once. However, something about Nasus' presence distorted that focus, making them feel more disjointed and overwhelmed. It was a similar experience to when the dune hounds had first consumed her dagger.

Naafiri shook the main body's head, blades rattling, in a desperate bit to regain some focus. It did not work. It only infuriated them more. Need to watch you bleed! Need to bring you down, you bastard! Their body acted before Naafiri had time to process the motion. Leaping into the air, one of the daggers around their neck detached themselves and flew in a sharp arch right for Nasus' back.

@ask-nautilus-titanofthedeep cont. from here.

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[shehili]

SHURIMAN GLOSSARY

Phrases I intend to use in RP, sorted by origin.

SHURIMAN • source is @voidsought on Tumblr & the official companion book which I own.

MISCELLANEOUS water and shade to you – universal greeting; binsikhi – little explorer, daughter (possibly); bibi – grandmother; Maza – respected elderly woman (possibly); echnebi – foreigners, a group of people (possibly); (the) Great Sai – a grand desert separating north from south; Sai Faraj – desert region in southern Shurima, located west of the Sun Disc; Sai Kahleek – desert region in southern Shurima, located east of the Sun Disc, called "the Bone Sea" in northern dialects; shayatin – the Beasts of the Last Infinity i.e. the Voidborn. Also referred to as "outerbeasts" by Shurimans.

TITLES Hagyett Sadja of Nashramae; Hagya Ta'Fik of Tereshni; Hagyos Valif & Hazir Ima'Sai of Bel'zhun. NOTE: I don't have the lorebook on me right now, but IIRC Valif & Ima'Sai were co-rulers. Distinction is unclear.

ANCIENT EGYPTIAN • in-verse, these all originate from Ancient Shuriman and occur in all dialects. Take it and everything else down below with a grain of salt.

COMMON WORDS nek – swearword in the spirit of "shit" or "fuck"; neket iadet – piece of shit; sen – brother (affectionate nickname for one's companion); seni – my brother (possibly); senet – sister; ??? – my sister. likely "seneti"; khered – child; mes-en – born of; hereret – flower; felucca – small boat; stela – stone slab bearing inscriptions or paintings; where? – tjen?

COMMANDS shem – go; ab – stop; mesneh – turn backwards, reverse; kheti – retreat; wesef – be idle; hi-i or hi'i – strike, beat; seseh – smash, destroy; seki – perish, destroy; aha – stand, arise; sheni – surround; mes – bring (imperative).

TITLES sefetjew, seftew – butcher; tepey (m, n), tepet (f) – chief, head; seshem – lead, guide; neb – sir, also used when the addressee's gender is unknown; nebet – lady; Nebetah – lady of the palace/house; Henuttaneb – mistress of all lands. Used for the empress, nowadays attached to Mariam mostly by highborn sycophants. Va-Nox terms are used to denote military rank in so far as northern dialects are concerned.

MISC • in-verse, these belong to the tribes that have populated Shurima's northern banks since before the empire's fall. Phrases marked with * are shared between all northern tribes. Unmarked entries are specific to the Tereshan dialect.

Teresh, -an*; Bel'zhun, -ite*; Urzeris, -rite*; Void take you – Mariam's invention and her favorite curseword; sheeplover – swearword, substitute the animal as needed; aslema – hello; bislema – goodbye; marhaba* – welcome; shokran* – thank you; yaishek – a tenderer way of expressing thanks ("life to you"); azizty – dear one; hbibty – my love (can be platonic; alternatively: habibi* or habibti*); hobi – my love (romantic; alternatively: hubbi* or hubbee*); sokar* – sugar, used for children.

ARABIC HEART-MELTERS • pure self-indulgence.

NOTE: placing "habib" in front results in love of my… albi* – my heart; hayati* – my life; rouhi* – my soul; wahashtini* – I miss you.

[melmedarda]

GOOD MORNING folks, today my mind is stuck on Piltover as a Pacific Rim type situation. Think about it, outerbeasts and Basilisks come up from Shurima, drakehounds and arachnids driven down from Noxus, and strange creatures from Bilgewater at the wharf. An all out assault to destroy Piltover without wasting forces. Jayce and Viktor (think Newt and Hermann) have worked together as the developers for Hextech, and now they have developed something new with the help of ancient Shuriman technology. Weapons. Jaegers.

Grayson is the director of the Jaeger effort, assigned the job by the Council. The first drift compatible pilots of a Jaeger out of the academy are Caitlyn and Vi, and scholarship students to the academy, Jinx and Ekko. Mel Medarda is an outstanding pilot as well, but after her co-pilot, Elora, died, she hasn't been able to drift with others because she cannot trust them and they are often times lost in her memories. So much of the time, she spends her time hiding the new technology from her mother, but Noxus finds out anyways. No, rather than Piltover, they want the Jaegers, what they think is the key to conquering all of the known world.

[infinite-xerath]

“What manner of... Creature are you?” Xerath stared at the green mass before him, which molded itself into a humanoid shape. This was not a spirit. This was not an Outerbeast. This CERTAINLY wasn’t an Ascendant. The Magus wasn’t sure what to make of it...

@a-rat-and-a-blob

[shehili]

The chamber was dark except for an oil lamp perched up on her reading desk. Its mellow glow silhouetted a few recognizable shapes and a few others that resembled nothing one would expect to find in a bedroom. Leafy plants arose from floor pots now solely tasked with clearing the stench of disinfectant out of the air in place of tightly shuttered windows. Dots shimmered on the tall domed ceiling, though one would have to squint to make out the patterns they formed.

Mariam had grown quiet at hearing the rhythmic tapping of his cane tip upon the floor. He owed her an explanation, she just wasn't in any shape to receive it.

There was a rush to make herself look presentable. She wiped furiously at her face and leaned over her reading table. On the top of it, scattered across a golden tray, were piles of chopped-up bandages next to a towel thoroughly smudged by yesterday's kohl eyeliner, a pair of scissors, a bowl of water, and a small brown bottle. Additionally, she had swapped her shredded nightshirt for some creamy linens, the sort natives would take to wearing as under-armor cushion.

She refused the silent invitation to sit, opting to hover beside him like the animal he so liked to compare her to would over a stumbling calf. Had it been possible, she would've fancied a couple of laps around the mansion to expend all of the furious energy she had stored. It sizzled out of the tips of her fingers in the form of a tremor.

The woman who turned to face him looked almost nothing like Mariam. The edges of her face were dewy still after repeated attempts to wash away the evidence. Her nose had been rubbed raw, same as her eyes whose lashes, ordinarily sweetly curled, stuck to each other like spider legs. It made those accusing browns no less harsh, however.

Mariam stood tall, fists balled at her sides. She couldn't make head nor tail of her own moods; her skull stood a fair chance of exploding, multivarious thoughts competing against each other for her undivided attention some of which she could barely recognize as her own. That was far from the worst though. She had felt like an exposed nerve feebly writhing in the cavern of her wound. Pain bloomed in her chest somewhere she couldn't pinpoint. Even so, it was her own body's betrayal that had hurt the most. She had stopped short of clawing at her face to stave off the tears. It was nothing like any magic she's ever felt. She briefly wondered if she would ever feel normal again.

"I knew one day you'd bite off more than you could chew," she trusted her voice enough to say. Steady as it could be considering she was still plagued by whole-body spasms. "You don't know when to stop. Difference is you're now responsible for a lot more than just your own well-being."

Mariam got down on one knee so they were at eye level. While her face would cycle between emotions, her tone of voice didn't once stray away from what she truly felt.

"I defended you when the rumors first surfaced. I thought you had it under control, I was so certain of it—of you!" She brought her hands together though a praying gesture it was not. An oath, then: "Listen to me. Another outburst like that and I'll lock you up with the outerbeast." 

Her eyes flitted between his eyes and his neck. The reminder made her lips quiver despite herself. When again she made as if to speak, her voice broke upon the second word. She balled her fist again, slammed it into her side, and twisted. A cruel, undeserved punishment for something she had no control over.

"What is it you bound yourself to? The many-eyed ravens, your tattoos, and my hysteria—what manner of spirit commands such power? This is leagues above the nixies you used to bung about back in the day!" 

Momentarily exhausted, Mariam took a seat on the floor next to him. A small stain the color of rust ruined the cleanliness of her garment.

💙 🤭

A SIZZLING SENSATION had been crawling up his left arm ever since the incident. An unfortunate circumstance; here to remind him of his self-imposed confines. Without the life-giving sun had abandoned Shuriman expanses, the freezing night had provided a perfect cover for their assailants. And it was under that same darkness that Jericho's footfalls announced his presence, interrupting silent tears.

Mariam Nakhrur had never been the sentimental type, in the time that he knew her. He could recall the scarce tearfall reflecting fire & ash after a victorious campaign; just as he faintly remembered similar stains on her cheeks at the climax of an argument. But what he had heard echoing in the hallways was fundamentally different. The visceral outburst he had inadvertedly released from her... that was different. Only its echo remained now, in her hushed sobs.

If not for the sake of their history, then to uphold his title; he had decided, against his own better judgement, to seek her out later into the night. Invasion of her personal space added to his sentence, he set foot into the room quietly, interrupting her before the first venomous quip could lash in his direction. She would have time later, for plenty more to come.

"Your guards were found sedated. It was premeditated, after all." A hollow victory; she had been right in her estimation. Jericho leisurely made his way to the nearest seat and kept his gaze lowered throughout. Wise enough to know not to stare at the lioness when she is licking at her wounds. His cane rested over his knees, lips pursing as if he had suddenly tasted something sour.

"Though it might disappoint you to hear; I do not think this was an attempt on my life at all." A brow quirked. "Usually they take to more drastic measures, when it comes to me." He chuckled, sarcastically. He only thought to redirect her energy, the only way they shared; put the mind to work, take action. But only a fool would expect her to hold back on asking questions; and in the way his knees were pressed together in his seat, one could easily tell he had already braced for a scornful retort.

"The creature. It has drawn attention."

SOURCE

[symbiotic-survivor-blog]

"So then... You are the one I have heard so much about." Xerath stared upon the female form before him; drastically different than the typical Outerbeast abomination he'd encountered. "The girl who emerged from Icathia... Strange; you do not seem as mindless as the rest of the Void's ilk."

Kai’sa’s guns were primed but not aimed, she still wasn’t sure if this… entity was friend or foe. She knew he was powerful, even if she couldn’t see his form her second skin hummed and pricked in his presence. “I am not like the creatures birthed in the Void. I have worked hard to maintain my humanity and nothing will take that from me.” She narrowed her eyes at the form. “How did you know about me anyways? Are you with the Prophet?”

[jackalbodied]

   The second coming of Shurima was something unexpected by all who inhabited the desert. Some immediately believed the rumors and began traveling, while others shrugged it off as mere fable or a trick to mislead caravans. Poverty, famine, drought, all had afflicted the land since the empire's fall at the hands of Xerath. By seemingly normal events was Sivir, the last known blood-related kin to emperor Azir, drawn to the Tomb of the Emperors. Left for dead by a betrayal (much like her ancestor) she would act as the catalyst for what soon followed.

   Nasus pondered if word had reached the far ends of the desert by now. Information was not something that traveled quickly in a wasteland, but secrets were not easily kept in Shurima. Though the waters of life flowed once more from the capital, Shurima's inhabitants would not benefit unless they returned to the city. The Ascended warrior merely shook his head, unsurprised by the wandering thoughts that entered his mind in solace as he copied a volume of "On The Properties of Xer'Sai and Outerbeasts" to a fresh tome.

   The confines of the Great Library was just one of many troves of knowledge Nasus resigned to in his times of stillness. Besides Azir, the emperor's sand soldiers, and occasionally himself, the city of Shurima had received little in the form of guests since the reformation of the Sun Disc. It was for that reason the jackal's ears rose at the sound of footsteps approaching the library's entrance.

   "Hm..?"

[fury-of-darkin]

@voidstained Enters the Fray

Aatrox watched as the space and time warped before him, the essence of the Void filling the air. When the distortion faded, Aatrox found himself face-to-face with a figure whose face with an unusual figure; one who resembled no Outerbeast, but had clearly been touched by Void. The Darkin stood back and raised his sword. “State your intent.”

[shehili]

Mariam noted the desert traveler's laconic manner; that in itself wasn't an issue but what could lay hidden beyond it was. Seldom would people coming out of the sai turn down clean drinking water. Either she didn't trust her enough, which could mean she had seen through her ruse, or she had something to hide that would be revealed with the reaching out of the hand.

The governess narrowed her eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that. I'll make sure to send word that anyone looking for shelter is welcome here. You should do the same if you plan to head back. Tereshni welcomes those struck by misfortune."

She adjusted until presentable. With matters such as these she felt the need to inject some gravity back into her speech.

Mariam took to picking plaster off of her fingers as she pondered the traveler's words. She had witnessed the rivers swelling up from the sai's center with water of emerald green much like that purported to flow from the legendary Oasis. What could have possibly negated such magic and caused them to dry up again?

"Trust me, we can tell where you come from. You look like an outerbeast chased you all the way. Considering that which you revealed to me, I'm concerned my joke might be on point." She hoped it was not. "Could you tell me more?"

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