Violence In Violet

Stained

Rakan stood up shocked, trying to choke back anything that would make her upset. "I'm so sorry Xayah." He says approaching the emotionless Violet bird.

"It's okay." She said as Rakan released a suppressed single sigh. "What is this place?" Xayah speaks, getting off topic of the apology.

Vydra glanced at the raven, her pearl green eyes seeming to turn into a laser. The butterfly's dark blue wings that naturally faded into a light green, seemed to somehow have flames coming from them.

out of a rage induced sense it seemed, the butterfly may have some spiteful jealousy. Even her tanned slick skin showed flaming jealousy. The outfit she wore was the same, a white simple dress.

Somehow Rakan was amazed her dress wasn't mentally going up in flames as well.

"Who are you!?" Says the dark blue winged butterfly, her annoying voice overriding her majestic appearance.

"A person, what does it matter to you?" Xayah gives a warning glance to the fellow female vastayan, her tone also very passive aggressive. "Who are you?"

Rakan admires the bitchy but hot bird in front of him.  'She's so sexy.'

The rage on the elegant butterfly turns into pure hatred. "What the hell bitch, I'm Rakans Love!" Rakan simply starts laughing after the mere lie in her pitiful sentence.

'She seriously didn't just..

What a funny joke.'

"-No. I don't love ugly moths, sorry hon." Rakan looks towards xayahs almost shocked expression which immediately disappeared as she heard rakans response.

"You know you love me, I look so much more prettier than this.. pigeon." The butterfly's voice again practically made Xayah feel like she was going deaf.

"Geez lady, why you gotta be so desperate." Rakan smirks at the poor vastayan which stood there with sadness and anger tugging on her small excuse for a heart.

"I'm your biggest fan Rakan, I love your dances so much, can we please date?" Her fake tone of pleading disgusted Rakan, this vastayan was like every other who would normally fall victim to his graceful charm.

But despite the straight up idiocy she continued speaking, "I'm sorry for being like this.. I just really want you and If you actually accept me, we can maybe have some private dances together baby.. Rakan-"  The mistress took a feather to her mouth, silencing the fool.

"Leave." Xayah stares into the butterflies eyes with cold and bloody hatred, as if she was staring at an enemy of the vastayan.

Rakan smiles in the direction of Xayah, a little shocked she actually did that. Maybe it was only because she purely wanted the other vastayan to shut up, or maybe she cares.

The mere possibility brings a giant smile to his face. But then again, he felt like it was way to good to be true. Then Rakan begins to think even deeper.

'I am Rakan after all, who wouldn't want me?!'

Vydra picks the feather out of her mouth, and drops it to the ground. Her face is clouded with fear as Xayah holds up multiple feathers in one hand, going into a threatening stance that caused the annoying butterfly to start screaming. "I'll kill you where you stand."