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Rikash nodded, and drew out another box. He cracked it open and smiles slightly. "These are mirror knives, bright polish with a black color treatment. Oak handles with ruby veins and a silver base." He pulled out one, offered it to his customer to allow him to admire it. After a moment, he opened the last.

"Ivory blades with a crystal edging - the handles are cherry, carved for a better grip, and the handles are grafted to a crystal sphere." Like before, this too was offered out to the man.

Birds of a Feather - [Closed with etcorvis]

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"It is a shame for a woman as young as you to have seen war, even in your name. I know quite well the look of one torn by war." He'd seen it on Diane's face far too frequently for his liking. He ruffles his feathers, and briefly, wishes he could hug her.

Greetings to those Unknown

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"One Stormwing. Pretty small mob," Rikash remarked dryly. "I'm many things, but none of them are stupid. I see the crows that follow me, and how they defer to you. You could kill me in a heartbeat. I like living, thank you."

Greetings to those Unknown

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"Well. Most people tend to be lost in the Divine Realms, so I suppose you should I should have some sort of manners, escort you around until we find a way for you to come home." He clucked his tongue. Slipping sideways. Yes. That was an adequate description of the woman he saw here. She might be mortal - though a great deal of him doubted it.

Storming the Gates of Hell - Closed Greeter

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His wings moved to block the maneuver, and he sighed. "Relax child. I heard that you were in trouble, that's all." He sighed and gave the horse a look. "Please tell me she can listen to me." He complained. "I heard that a child had been harmed, and it seems that she's the one doing all the harming." He grumbled. "Next time, I'll go to Dunlath instead. At least there I don't have flying rocks as my company."

A Meeting Long Before Time - Closed Greeter

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A Meeting Long Before Time - Closed Greeter

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Rikash gave a cold huff, wings sweeping in to force the humans away as the young woman stopped throwing rocks, setting down and tilting his head at the young human in front of him.

"Aren't you rather angry for a young mortal." Rikash remarked calmly.

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Storming the Gates of Hell - Closed Greeter

apocalypseguard

"Well, now isn't that a sight." Rikash chuckled, flapping his wings and allowing himself to float closer. "Hello down there. Can I help you?"

[steelwingsofthemoon-blog]

"Knives and something that sparkles. Hmm..." He waved the odd man over to a series of boxes, carefully picking up three of them. "These three are fairly unique. They're a set of throwing knives. There's two dozen to a set, and they're made of various metals, except for the last." Rikash opened the first one, offering it out to Nawat. "This one is made of color-treated steel, to color it a dark blue color, with a crystal counter weight." He offered it out carefully, allowing the man to look them over. "If that's too flashy, I have a few others that might work as well."

Birds of a Feather - [Closed with etcorvis]

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"I enjoy Carthak, yes, but nearly dying there loses its appeal," He chuckled calmly. "I may not be a gentle soul - no Stormwing is - but I do enjoy the occasional peace from mortal threats."

Greetings to those Unknown

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Rikash dipped his head before flying up, sweeping over the trail with powerful wings, magic rolling the logs across the ground, scattering the more brave wolves and other animals, before taking another pass and drawing an even more powerful wind to remove any mage traps that could have buried itself under the dirt.

Greetings to those in War - [ofmasbolle]

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"Ah, even worse." Rikash chuckled. "Politicians with no wit are even worse." He shook his head and sighed. "It makes me glad that my species at least does not waste time on such things. It's much more likely to end in bloodshed with us. Simpler, but messy."

Greetings to those Unknown

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Skin

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[skin]:obviously colour, but also if they’re inclined to run hot or cold, do they have any blemishes or unusual markings, are they inclined to blush, are they freckled, do they tan, what does their skin feel like, etc.

The second question does not quite require he look at himself, but he insists on being thorough - He hates leaving a task unfinished. He has freckles over his skin, dotted in thousands of tiny constellations. Frankly, he has to thank Diane - He rarely sees his skin quite so clean for any reason. He blinks when he takes notes of his scars, the faint white webbing threading over where feathers meet flesh.

To his own surprise, the flesh under his feathers is darker, rather than lighter, and he has to twist to take a better look at his shoulders, observe closely how the feathers leave his body. The skin around them is pale, slightly puckered in, rather than out like any other winged being, as if the feathers had been forcibly inserted. It is curious, how little he knows of his own body. He absently observes his feathers, admits to their grotesque nature. They are silver, heavy and surprisingly to him, quite pretty. He has spent all of his life an instrument of death and decay, but for a time he can consider himself pretty. He is a suncatcher, a brilliant beacon in the dim lights of war.

Suddenly he snorts. He’s becoming more like his parents every moment. Blasted sentimentality.

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Eyes

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[eyes]:not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they’re alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.

Rikash has never been asked to describe himself. But he has obliged, hopping closer to the mirror as best as he could, feathers ruffling briefly to keep them from distracting him.

His eyes are slanted slightly upwards, slight shadows dusting under them that bespoke of sleepless nights guarding the mage and her stork-like companion. He cannot tell their color without peering intently into the reflection, and determines it a shade of green he admires. His eyes are not large, do not reflect innocence, rather they reflect his jaded ways. His eyes are alert, wary even here, that the innocence behind the question is little more than a ruse to stab him in the back. He glances once more at the mirror, and looks away suddenly.

In that mirror, his eyes look haunted.

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send me a word! || learn all about my muse's physical features!

[hair]: length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.

[eyes]: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they're alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.

[mouth]: are their lips always drawn thin or are they plump and kissable, what's their "default expression"/resting face, do they have all their own teeth, do they use their teeth to smile, etc.

[face]: what is the shape of their face, do they have pronounced cheekbones or a strong jaw, what's the size and shape of their nose, what's the size and shape of their ears, do they stick out, are they pointed, etc.

[skin]: obviously colour, but also if they're inclined to run hot or cold, do they have any blemishes or unusual markings, are they inclined to blush, are they freckled, do they tan, what does their skin feel like, etc.

[build]: are they skinny and petite or do they resemble a body builder, are they tall or short or average height, are they lean and wiry, are they overweight, are all of their features proportionate, etc.

[chest]: (potentially nsfw) what size are their breasts if they have them, nipple colour and shape and size, do they have visible muscle definition/abs, etc.

[groin]: (potentially nsfw) any information pertaining to genitals - length, girth, shape, colour, "unusual features", also includes the rear and its general appearance, etc.

[hands]: are they large or small, do they have pianist's fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.

[legs]: are they solidly built, short and stubby, or long and graceful, do they have knobbly knees or rounded knees, what's their usual stance, etc.

[feet]: do they have a habit of going up on their tiptoes, what's their gait, do they tend to shift their weight to a preferred side, etc.

[other]: any other obscure feature or tiny detail that the asker is interested in, could include fantastical elements such as a tail, wings, horns, must be stated by asker, etc.

[steelwingsofthemoon-blog]

"Your Majesty?" Rikash looked amused, before dipping his head into a friendly bow and straightening. "I'm flattered to have attracted your presence," Rikash laughed, shaking his head fondly. "Well, I can understand much better why you wish to escape the tedious work of meetings now."

Greetings to those Unknown

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"I agree." Rikash said quietly. "I will scout ahead and remove as many obstacles as I can - Do not worry about sending one of your men to do so - you all have earned the right for a relaxed pace."

Greetings to those in War - [ofmasbolle]

[steelwingsofthemoon-blog]

"It's good to see that spirit again," He complimented her. "Kyprioth, for all his ruthlessness, was always much better for these parts than Mithros and the Great Goddess. They don't quite know how to the tropical areas."

Greetings to those Unknown