[rpxmusings]

               a WOLF is a WOLF.

                                               even in a CAGE.

                                                                         even dressed in SILK.

[shinwonsaysomething]

[serotoninhole]

[allthingsfern]

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@demacianmage​

The fool should be knocked unconscious if not anything else. Her voice like she is shrieking into my ears - the same could be said for the wild that rests. Their delicate ears twitch and shift, searching for the source of the sound, & they growl. Their claws certainly won’t be delicate & gentle with our treatment. The pups stretching their tiny hind legs but the guardian, certainly not pleased with us. It barely waits for us to think of our next action, leaping. Pulling the mage to the side, ❝ Run! ❞ That is all that I’ve been doing all day, running around in the forest with this bumbling fool all because she can not be cooperative. Reaching at our base, I hurriedly climb the tree, her hand still in my grip, pulling her upwards. The wolf creeps around us, deciding to place itself momentarily, & then returning back to its pups. All the while, guarding her. It was far from an embrace, it was not pleasant, rather awkward pushing her away, but still keeping her at arm’s length. Such acts of affection have always been alien to me, & continue to be so. The warmth she radiates, all the more of a reminder of how truly cold I am. Does it bother me? No. There is no place for it. ❝ Listen to me, mage. If you try to run again, you are going to be prepared like meat to be served back to your family when I am done with you, ❞ I am growing tired of showing mercy to her.

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@cadavercreator​

The swing of his sword makes the air seem heavy & everything crumbles but not my spirit. For someone with great strength, he sure is dull to make it easier for me to run through the rubble. I make a note of this. ❝ Is this all you can put for a show, Darkin? You disappoint me. You are no more of importance to others. Just a body waiting to be put in the coffin. There are others like you, others who are.. in control. ❞ I do not lie, Aatrox was deemed to be rampant, & if not be moved by the words of Noxus, his vessel was to be put down, his essence held until submission. 

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@demacianmage​

She is back on her antics. As critically as tired as I am, I can not afford to lose her, losing her would mean losing my life, & that, is can not be up for stake. The instance I feel the branch loosen her weight, my eyes dart open. I know for a fact that she can not navigate amidst the trees in the dark. I shift through the lush, watching her from atop ; I must be mindful of where I come from, our supplies still remain there. Her pace slows, & I suspend myself from a branch near by, landing near her. ❝ Where exactly do you think you are going? ❞ The idiot ran herself into the lair of murk wolves. They curl up with the pups in the cold of the night. ❝ Do you want to die a painful death? I could always make it faster for you. ❞ My whispers still seeming loud enough ; I hold onto her delicate wrist, tight enough to hurt, desperately trying not to break it in frustration. ❝ We are heading back. ❞

[kazuhiras]

League of Legends | Patch 6.22 Login Screen

[livefromphilly]

[drwaumiau]

Das Gesetz der Freiheit ist das Gesetz der Liebe. https://ift.tt/340Czwy

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@demacianmage​

She rebuts to my annoyance, her seemingly lack of judgement of danger & of the sarcasm just adds to it. Being around her merely for a matter of hours ratifies how daft the entitled are, Demacian more so than Noxians. Living in their delusion of a Utopia - nothing is how it seems. There is always an ulterior motive behind actions, & unfortunately, it is I who can not see clearly for what her people want from me. ❝ I don’t do parties. ❞ I do not bother to speak to her until the sun sets, I could not hear her bicker any longer, I would have snapped, I am sure of it. The golden shifts to a blue, & the forest is the most beautiful at these hours. We have been on the move, perhaps a little lost, but I have a vague idea of the direction that we are headed to - if Noxus borders do a good thing, it is that they stretch for miles, we are bound to hit them eventually. Unfortunately, there are no near by caves to set up a camp, & I must rest. I need to plan ahead for my journey. Luxanna was right : what after my freedom? We can not sleep in the open, that is not safe. I come to a halt, scouting for trees where that we could call our bed for the evening. I climb, peering down at her, ❝ Afraid of the dark, mage or are you excited to sleep out of the comfort of your home for once? ❞ I hold out my hand to her, I don’t expect the idiot to know how to mount the branches without breaking a few bones. I help her up. Placing my bag, my back against it, it against the tree, I hold it in place. I let out a sigh. Today has been utterly exhausting & she makes it even more tiring.

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@demacianmage​

❝ So I do have your consent, noble ; it is absolutely redundant, but it sure makes it easier to drag you there, ❞ filthy fucking nobles. Despite living & associating with the Du Couteau, I refuse to let go of where my roots lay. I do not envy them for their comfort, I despise them for their ignorance. Ever so ardent to word out their needs & have it handed to them on a silver platter. Entitled pricks. They know nothing of struggle. They know nothing of pain. I begin to gather the sprawled out items on the cool grass, clasping the openings of the bag tight this time. ❝ We must move. ❞ Throwing a bottle of water at her that I no longer wish to drink from again, ❝ Keep it. ❞ She asks me to trust her ; she thinks faith & loyalty are born like flies. The ones who are foolish enough to take her word for it end up dying like flies too. I know better to have confidence in her word, than my abilities. I shall still, heed her word. I have no shame in being cautious. ❝ Yes, Luxanna, I will be on my merry way. Demacians sure are more nosey than I expected them to be, makes it fun, but you also make it annoying. ❞ I do not touch her, I pace ahead. We aren’t quite running, but walking at a relatively faster pace, covering more distant. I want to get away from the Demacian lands as soon as possible. There has been more than enough trouble for today.  ❝ I have my ways of getting you in to Noxus, trust me. As much a beautiful decoration your head might be on Noxtoraa, you are of more value to me. ❞ Admitting that left a bitter taste in my mouth.

[solthrys]

it’s always great getting commissioned to draw Talon. thanks for giving me a reason to draw his abs again @spacedrinks

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@demacianmage​

❝ Running from something.. ❞ her words reverberate from the spaces between the lush greenery, more to my ears, than a real phenomenon. I’ve been running from death, & fortunately, I have grown accustomed to the exhaustion, I no longer feel it. It is an inveterate emotion. If there is a soul, can one take a peek & tell me how it is that I am feeling. A naïve part of me has died, but it lives within her. Glancing at her makes me envious of the childhood I never had, the innocence that I no longer hold. I have become a vessel. I have become a weapon, but I have emerged stronger. It is a dilemma I must live on with. I can not accept it, but I should. My lack of response emits one from her instead - I reckon it seems not out of the ordinary, I am not much of a talker & I certainly do not wish to confide to a bloody Demacian - I rebut, ❝ Aren’t we all running from something, mage? Are you not running away from what makes you, you? ❞ Withdrawing my blade to my side, I lean against the tree, carving a sign of my presence where it meets the soil. Despite my acquaintance, I can safely say, I am still not good friends with the forest ; my eyes, ever so focused on her. She definitely stands out. ❝ I suspect others to come for you & when it is that my life will be threatened, so will yours. ❞ I find a certain charm in her reactions, I wish to illicit more, ❝ Rotting in Noxus will be a nice change of scenery for you, lest your Demacians stop seeking from me. ❞

[livefromphilly]

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@demacianmage​

Sepia meets blue, she provokes me ; does she know any better & the way that her lips move, her voice - it angers me even more. How could she act so absurdly, how could she not be insightful enough to assess the dangers of what could possibly happen? Does she want me to prove it to her? Part of me wants to choke her to her senses. Part of me wants to slit her throat, find another means to escape. My hands as if giving in to my intrusive thoughts so easily, the zenith of the weapon pressing into her smooth skin, I might as well scar it for her - something to remember this instance by, something to remember me by . I withhold nothing but to dig the blade even deeper. ❝ Have you lost all sense of acumen & of logic? ❞ words I intone once said to me. Dare I say I regret nothing of my early life on the streets. Unlike her, I did not cultivate into a moron. ❝ The mage of Demacia, the very authority that despises magic. Luxanna Crownguard, I have seen you wander. If not others, you surely hold value to your brother. ❞ To be cared, wanted & loved, all alien concepts, will anyone even come for her till the time I reach for the Noxian - Demacian border? I have no intentions of letting her go, dubious if I’d let her go then. She could prove useful for information. ❝ Your life, for my freedom. That is the only value you hold for me. ❞

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@cadavercreator​

❝ If you know of my trade, then you certainly know there is no place for honour in it. ❞ I grew dubious of his actions, taunting him regardless. One foolish mistake, & I could lose my life to this monster. ❝ I am sure, there are others who have survived your reign, Aatrox. For someone to require a human host, it speaks volume of your prowess. ❞