And everywhere Lamb went, Wolf was sure to follow.

An ask/art/rp blog for the Kindred, Lamb and Wolf. More lore to follow as Riot reveals it! Lamb speaks in italics, Wolf speaks in bold.

[katarinaducouteau]

KINDRED RPERS!!

//I have some wonders about the interpretations you guys may have on how one experiences death through kindred.

Like, is it more spiritual? Like, the body is dying, however Kindred is seen only in ones mind, almost like a hallucination. To choose the arrow is to die peacefully, absent any pain, whereas to choose the chase, one might experience their physical (likely violent) death with acute clarity and a very vivid sense of awareness.

OR

Is it entirely physical. Kindred appears to you and your body. Kindred will kill you via arrow/chase in the physical sense just as much the spiritual one. 

Input?

[lambwolf]

[Riot has said that “ We don’t even see Kindred as physical characters in the world. So far as anyone in Valoran knows, Kindred is just a fairytale” in their Champion Insights Article so that’s how I play them. When Kindred appear, it’s only the person who is dying that can see them - usually, anyway, with some exceptions. It’s not quite a hallucination. It’s more like suddenly gaining an extra layer of vision; the veil of death is ripped away and lo, you see true. Think of it like taking sunglasses off and being able to distinguish details that were lost before. It’s nothing physical. Wolf will never leave a mark on you, Lamb’s arrows will never be found jutting through your corpse. If it were, then they wouldn’t be a myth but a fact. The same article also states that: “ To accept Lamb is to rejoice in life and depart in serenity. To run from Wolf means a violent and terrifying end. ” which I interpret as meaning that Lamb will give you a painless death. Not even the arrows will hurt. Choosing Wolf means you die in terror, you die by violence - but you show a desire to keep living that your culture might celebrate (supposedly Noxus, according to their lore) while other cultures might praise bowing to the natural order and turning to Lamb (Demacia, again according to their lore). Basically, yes, it’s entirely spiritual as I play them. The Kindred are the incarnation of Death, omnipotent omniprescent deities that ‘remember’  everyone’s death and interact in a non-linear space-time manner.]

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[lambwolf]

Your about states that people who are close to death/have a brush with death can see Kindred. Just cuorious, but would that apply to that moment only, or would said person see Kindred on occasion in the future (as in, not when they're about to die)?

[In the moment only. I’m basing this off the ‘A Good Death’ champion reveal for Kindred, where Magga saw Kindred when they came for her traveling troupe and conversed with them, but then didn’t see them again until she died.It also isn’t everyone about to die who sees them, since they are meant to be the stuff of fairytales instead of common knowledge. Think of it like people claiming to have seen fairies or seen UFOs - maybe they have, maybe they haven’t, but it’s not automatically accepted as truth.Mostly I put that in so that I’d have the option available to RP with a few champions, if I wanted to, since otherwise it would be impossible to actually interact with them directly. I’ve already had @askdragonbladetalon (my other blog) claim to have seen them and told @tenebrousheart that during a conversation so the precedent is established.]

[lambwolf]

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[quick recording of the tune for the chorus of the Freljord drinking song I came up with. “AND I SAID TO THE WOLF, WHERE’S YOUR LAMB? AND I SAID TO THE WOLF, WHERE’S YOUR LAMB? AND WITH AN ARROW IN MY CHEST, I THOUGHT IT BEST, TO SAY TO THE WOLF WHERE’S YOUR LAMB - YES TO SAY TO THE WOLF WHERE’S YOUR LAMB!”]

[lambwolf]

[FIC]: five champions who prayed to the Kindred

i. vayne 

Make it stop, Vayne begged silently, tears streaming down her cheeks as she huddled in the closet. Please, Kindred, make it stop. Her mother’s high-pitched screams carried through the wooden doors, making the small girl cringe and curl into an even tighter ball. Make it stop! Lamb, please, please, give them mercy. Please. The Kindred did not kill. They were not avengers. They would not come to kill the witch that was torturing her parents. But they could kill her family, they could stop the pain, they could stop the screams. Vayne shut her eyes tightly as her sister’s sobbing started anew. Please, Kindred. Please. Make it stop!

ii. lucian & senna

“Lamb, let our aim be true. Wolf, let our hunt succeed. We send these creatures to you so you may give them the true death they flee.” Senna spoke the words confidently, kissing the barrel of her gun when she was done. She slid it into her holster at the same time that Lucian did, their movements synchronized from years of practice, then gave a light kiss to Lucian’s mouth. The creatures of the Shadow Isles, the monsters of the Black Mist, feared and fled the Kindred. It was their sacred duty to send those monsters to the Kindred so that their undead existences would finally cease. “Come, my little lamb,” she said as she stepped back. “We have work to do.” “I’m right behind you, my eager wolf.” Lucian smiled at his wife’s back and the tattoo of Lamb’s mask that nestled on the back of her neck, barely visible under her heavy mass of curls.

He loved her so and when the time came, they would greet the Kindred together.

iii. sion

KINDRED. KINDRED COME! WILL KILL DEMACIAN DOGS!

WANT. NEED. KILL! KILL!

KILL!  All gone. No more fighting. I want more fighting. I want the General. Not the ravens. I want Darkwill. I want no more chains. I want to be out of this pit. I want the Kindred. I saw the Kindred. I saw Wolf. I fought Wolf. But I live. Did I beat Wolf? No. The Kindred never lose. Am I dead? My body is wrong. This is wrong. Where is my General?  KINDRED. KINDRED COME. KINDRED! COME KILL ME.

iv. xerath

“Silence!” Renekton roared at Xerath. Within the confines of their tomb, his voice echoed loudly but Xerath’s cruel laugh drowned it out.

“I am the only company you will have for all eternity, hero.” On Xerath’s lips, the title was a curse. “Should I fall silent, you will pray for me to speak again.” “I have a better god to pray to,” Renekton snarled, pacing uneasily within the small confines of the space. He touched the sun medallion that still hung around his neck, thinking of his brother and the power it had granted them when they had Ascended. The sun had given him the strength to trap himself with Xerath; some day, the sun would give him the strength to escape. The glow of Xerath’s eyes dimmed as he saw that gesture. Once more, his laughter rang out. “So do I.” Searing power arched from his hand and in the walls of their tomb, Xerath etched a symbol that Renekton had only seen before in foreign lands. He did not know its meaning and nor did he care to ask. He closed his claws around his medallion instead and prayed.

v. olaf

“AND I SAID TO THE WOLF, WHERE’S YOUR LAMB? AND I SAID TO THE WOLF, WHERE’S YOUR LAMB? AND WITH AN ARROW IN MY CHEST, I THOUGHT IT BEST, TO SAY TO THE WOLF WHERE’S YOUR LAMB - YES TO SAY TO THE WOLF WHERE’S YOUR LAMB!” The boisterous drinking song was a popular one in the taverns of the Freljord and Olaf joined in the chorus with the other fighters, raising his tankard of ale in honor of the gods of death.  No pious chant from a priest had ever been belted out with as much enthusiasm.

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[lambwolf]

As Bard scanned Valoran for crisis in need of aversion, they spotted a lone explorer wandering the ill-named Plague Jungles. Not normally worth Bard's attention, but there was something off about him. Upon further reading, Bard could sense their impending doom. But the cause of death was... unnatural. Almost... celestial. Without a second thought, the vagabond departed for the Plague Jungles. They had a good feeling someone they've been looking for will show up there.

The Kindred did not kill. Not in their own eyes. They were there for every death, they cut souls from bodies, but they did not cause the deaths. They were the ones who made the deaths official, who separated soul from body and sent the souls to their final rest. To actually kill was another matter.The Kindred ghosted through the Plague Jungles, through Noxus, through Bilgewater - they were everywhere at once, moving through time and space in a way that mortals could not even comprehend. But Bard was no mortal either. Bard’s presence in the Plague Jungles was like an odd speck of gold glimmering against peaks of whipped cream - but they were not there for Bard. They ignored the celestial being, instead appearing before the snarling tiger that was lashing its tail back and forth, peering suspiciously at the statue before it. Soon the statue would take its sacrifice, the Kindred knew, but until then, they must wait.“Mine?” Wolf growled hungrily, watching the tiger with eager eyes. “Yes,” Lamb confirmed, turning her masked face to see where Bard and his little army of meeps should be approaching from. “Yours.”

[lambwolf]

[FIC]: all stories, all souls

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Thresh hadn’t felt pain in so long that at first, he didn’t understand what the slashing, collapsing sensation in his chest was. He looked down at the white glow blankly, watching as black liquid spilled out and started to soak through his robes. It hurt in a way that throbbed through him, pulsing stabs of agony like poison carried on blood he no longer had. He had no nervous system, no flesh, so how was it even possible for him to feel hurt? The longer the arrows remained inside him, the worse the pain got. He ground his teeth together in irritation, opening his jacket to expose the black of his bones and empty ribcage. Light hung inside him, powdering his bones so that the ground underneath him had a light covering of grey flakes like ash. “What trick is this?” He rumbled, reaching disdainfully to pull the arrows from his chest. The stab of agony that seared his bones made him yank his fingers away, his jaw hanging open as he hissed. He stared down at his fingertips, at the way that the black bone had been burnt away and channels carved into his fingerbones. Thresh had no heart but something in him quickened with fear at the sight. Even silver did not burn him so.

“It is no trick.” There was a melody in Lamb’s voice, a lullaby that could take people into a peaceful sleep if they were fool enough to let it. Sometimes, Thresh had whispered so to his victims, making them turn to him for comfort because they had nothing else. He would not fall for Lamb’s supposed softness now. “Your tricks end now! It is your time, Warden.” Wolf’s tongue darted out, lapping over purple tufts of hair before Wolf let his tongue loll out of his mouth as he swirled around Thresh. Whenever Wolf went behind Thresh, Thresh felt his bones crawl as if covered in ants but to turn and watch Wolf would be to take his eyes off Lamb - and she was the one who had put an arrow through his chest. She was the one to blame for the sensation of him crumbling, her fur as white as the arrows in his chest. Thresh would not take his eyes off her, the teal glow in his eyesockets flickering and dimming even as the cyan glow of her gaze brightened. “It is not my time, Kindred - but your souls will look well in my lantern.” Thresh tried to hook the blade of his scythe around the arrow, intending to wrap the chain around the arrow so he could yank it out. The blade rusted and then was nothing but red dust on the ground. No magic was strong enough to stand against the Kindred.

Thresh wasn’t strong enough to stand against them so instead, as he had done so many centuries ago, he turned to flee. He flicked the lantern door open with one bone-scarred thumb, releasing the souls in the hopes that they would choose the many over the few. The arrows were eating through him, the light threading around his thighbones and pelvis. His steps staggered, his usual glide becoming a stumble. Wolf did not hunt him down. Wolf swirled down and peered down at him, laughing with his head tilted to a side. “Do you know what all stories have in common?” Wolf asked, rasping the words out. Wolf opened his jaws wide and Thresh never got a chance to answer. Unheard over the noise of crunching bone, shooting arrow after arrow into the mass of souls, Lamb said softly, “They end.”

[lambwolf]

Soul

send me a ‘soul’ and my muse will describe what they think your muse’s soul ‘sounds’ like.

“The sussuration of a silk noose,             sucked all up through a straw!blood soaking into ashes and prayers without faith.Sluuuurp.     Wolf. No.But that’s what it sounds like when she sucks the life out of them!     Our words suffice. We have no need need of sound effects.... Sluuuuuuurp.”

[lambwolf]

Has anyone asked for their end to be by wolf? Was their wish granted?

“Yes. Many fighters think there is more honor to be found in fleeing Wolf and giving him a good chase.                  I’ll chase anyone!You may only chase those who are yours.                  If they run, they’re mine!Yes, dear wolf. If they ask for you and run, they are yours.”

[lambwolf]

Soul (Lissandra)

“The near-silent creep of encroaching ice,            cracking ice underfoot and cracking masks!Voices whispering from the old cold tombs              sap freezing and brittle bones breaking.If I lick her, will my tongue stick to her?                                        Perhaps, dear wolf. She’ll be mine, won’t she?        Yes. She has been yours for a long time now.”

[lambwolf]

What do you think of those who possess immortality, Kindred?

"No such thing!      All that lives will end. Even we will one day end.They can delay their deaths-     -but at the last, we will be there to end them.”[More info here!]

[lambwolf]

I can understand going by Wolf. But why Lamb?

“Death is not always painful or to be feared.          Sometimes it is violent and fast!Sometimes it is a slow, warm hug freeing you from pain.          For every sun, there is a moon.For every beginning, there is an end.          And for every Wolf, there is a Lamb!”

[lambwolf]

Just curious but do you have any intepretation for Lamb's Respite? As in why the kindred also prevents deaths?

“Each living thing has its time.           You die when the chase ends!                   You cannot die before your time.                                     Where’s the fun in that?”

[lambwolf]

This blog’s name has been changed from askthelambandwolf to lambwolf

[Same mun, same champs, same everything except the url. Enough people were getting me confused with another blog that I thought it was worth changing to something new. :)]

[lambwolf]

[For @caedispia.] Imagine Kat on a battlefield. She's Death Lotus'd everyone around her and she's panting, hair a wild mess, cheeks flushed blood-red. She’s stopped spinning and is surrounded by corpses, corpses that would have killed her while they lived but that she killed first. It bring an exultant laugh to her lips. Her laugh is echoed back from behind her, a bark-laugh sounding that makes her whip around immediately and throw a knife reflexively because she doesn't know that voice and the unknown is the enemy. It goes right through Wolf and Wolf's tongue just lolls out like a dog's does as he laughs at her and ghosts closer. He licks her, long tongue swiping over her face. It doesn't feel wet or even substantial but where it sweeps over her, her flesh is suddenly grave-cold, corpse-cold, so numb that her face doesn't feel like part of her body anymore. She tells herself later that the Zaunites must have thrown down some of their gas, that she must have been hallucinating but for now, she looks into the cold blue eyes of Death and knows this mask will be the last thing she sees. And it will be. Just not now. Because Wolf is gone as suddenly as he appeared and the cold leaves her skin and she is alone with only the carnage she caused.  Their dead eyes have blue pupils now.