a wolf has no mercy

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS MULTIMUSE.

[legendaes]

#𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐒. a mutually exclusive, multimuse blog ft. feminine muses from arcane & league of legends. heavy mixture of canon & headcanons. mature themes present ( death, violence, etc ). low - medium activity. 21+ only. queued up by nami ( 27. they/she. est ). rules. muses.

A STUDY IN..... deconstructing family values, exploration to ignore that you can never go home, fleeing without a place to go, coming to terms with where you went wrong, confronting godhood, piecing together fragmented identities

[madamescissors]

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Gwen blinked, her eyes softening at Soraka’s words. A small, thoughtful smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"I suppose I am in my own way," Gwen said, her voice gentle. "But I think all of us are unique in our own way. Every thread, every life, has its own masterpiece—woven with moments and choices that make it one of a kind."

[legendaes]

ah, yes - soraka gave a thoughtful nod of their head at gwen's response, warmth lifting the curve of their lips. it was easy to get lost in the sea of it all, to overlook such things in the chaos of the world. her words had been more of a literal interpretation but gwen was correct.

"you are correct. the chaos of the world allows for infinite possibilities; all one must do is simply make a choice," soraka mused out loud, something distant in their gaze for a moment. "what is it that you choose to do?"

[celestiae]

@legendaes liked for a starter [senna & aurora]!

the undeniable vastness of the spirit realm never ceases to amaze her. so many variations - innumerable possibilities and peculiarities, each more spectacular than the last - it’s enough to keep even a vastaya learning new things for the entirety of their long lives. each region she visits brings something different, a new way that the spirits play and interact with the world of the living, each delightful in it’s own right and some… some are a little unsettling. but it’s the way the spirit realm is being used that’s the issue, not the spirits themselves.

the woman before her is proof of that.

“ does if feel strange? ” perhaps it’s rude to ask, but the question has been gnawing at the back of her mind for ages now. aurora’s nose twitches as she looks up at senna with unfiltered awe and curiosity. “ being corporeal, i mean? after spending so long intangible. i remember it took some getting used to for me - hopping between realms, that is. is it different for you? ”

[legendaes]

openness was a necessity, as far as senna was concerned - one did not do well without it, and trying to function in ignorance of it was a one - way ticket to trouble. it keeps her from having much of a reaction at aurora's question, her brow quirking with some curiosity as the other goes on to elaborate what exactly she had meant. plenty of people, she might not have let get away with that question without giving them a little heat. but she understood why aurora was asking, and she at least... well, she didn't know what the lantern was like: no one did. but she had an understanding of the other side broadly that gives her some leeway.

"yes, it does," she expressed honestly. "i think in part because it feels like i still have... one foot in that realm, so to say." senna had not come back the same woman: she was different mentally and physically, able to do things she never thought possible. her body looked human, felt human to touch, but she could still feel the wraithness inside. her own curiosity tickled. "do i look, or feel, different than others in the corporeal realm do to you?"

[legendaes]

playing ranked at the beginning of the season was a mistake. anyway! going to hopefully do some writing here today.

[arcanegifs]

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[lvnarii]

Starter for @legendaes senna

After weeks of being part of this peculiar team of shadow fighters, Diana couldn't wrap her mind about them. Mostly a loner, her calling was as unexpected as becoming an aspect. The darkness should be her element, the night her home and still, the mist corrupted everything: light and dark equally. Her powers weren't enough to fight against the wraiths that invaded the sacred lands of Mount Targon. Not even the Gods nor their aspects were able to stop the Ruined King and even Atreus, or at least his dead body, was resurrected to be controlled by him. The odds weren't in their favor. Until the woman with bright green eyes and the biggest cannon she'd every seen cleared the skies with a ray of light that could compare to that of the aspect of the Sun. Their arrival was welcomed but not without its doubts. Her pride was wounded to cooperate at first but their speech was convincing enough for her to join them momentarily. Now here she was, sitting in the Sentinels headquarters contemplating the fireplace, the sound of the chirping wood calming her nerves slightly. "What are we going to do next? The mist is still strong and expanding marciless. Will we be able to save the world from its corruption?" The rapidfire question left in a whisper to the woman standing behind her.

[legendaes]

being in the headquarters offer a brief respite from the never - ending battle that they fought against runeterra. despite it, senna did not allow herself to relax. knowing who was still out there left a prickle underneath her skin that would not settle, kept the muscles of her shoulders tense and tight. her body needed time to recover, she could recognize that limits of it. but it was harder to allow her mind to slow down, to give it space to recuperate.

diana was one of their newer additions, but one to be grateful for - she was powerful, a skilled fighter, though none could handle this fight alone. senna was grateful that she had come with them. she could only imagine how different this place felt to her when compared to targon.

the question is an expected one, one that she'd asked herself time and time again, yet it still remained a difficult one to answer. senna felt like she was constantly stuck one step behind; it was difficult to decipher how much of that was self-criticism and how much of that reflected the challenge of this uphill battle. her lips pursed in thought for a moment as she decided how to answer.

"well, next, you'll hopefully get to meet some of the others that we gathered," her tone is light as she answered, though she's aware of the gravity of it all. "truthfully, i think we still need to make more allies before we confront him. but that day is getting closer and closer - we're going to run out of time if we don't take the risk and strike soon."

[legendaes]

@icathians said: ❛ i promise i won’t hurt you … ❜

the appearance of the other is unsettling in a way hard to pinpoint when hidden underneath the guise of her mysterious armor; taliyah hopes the other understands why she had initially not recognized the humanity that existed beyond the surface. a tinge of guilt lingers regardless. her gaze is wide and warm as it observes, the softness that she has to offer the other clear. they are not similar - not in any discernible ways, from what she understood, but that did not matter to her. taliyah was used to feeling different, to being an outsider. maybe it was not in the same ways that kai'sa had it experienced it, but it mattered not. their paths had crossed, the two of them were here now, living and breathing. that was what mattered.

"i know." taliyah had every confidence that it was far from kai'sa's intentions. there were many things that she wished to know about the other, that she wished to understand, her mind burning bright with curiosity. she has held back in that regard, prioritized the necessity of their own survival first and foremost, the survival of the people that she promised to take care of, that kai'sa had helped her save.

the fire flickered brightly between them, but it does not stop taliyah from leaning forward, enjoying the contrast of warmth from cool desert evenings, and getting a better look at kai'sa. "and i won't let anyone hurt you." if they gave her a chance, could look past their own reactions - things would be fine. but that was not always the reality, she knew that firsthand. her mouth cracks open with a smile. "even if you don't need anyone to protect you." but the two of them made a good pair, didn't they? they were stronger together.

[legendaes]

@mutatiio vi said: ❛ i thought that you were in danger … ❜

the concern that weaves through vi's words give way to a bit of gentleness in the expression, one that gets caitlyn for a moment, to lower her own set of defenses. it was easy for the young kiramman to stand and act with a sense of righteous bravado, one that she sometimes felt more prone to around vi. even now, she stood with an annoyingly straight posture, her jaw set even as she reminded herself to relax it. there's no fault to be found with vi's words - she knew how protective the other could be, it was clear in everything that she did. still, the intensity of it, it was sometimes odd to find herself on the other side of it. she was used to taking care of herself, feeling like she was the only one who was doing that. it was a blind spot that she could be oblivious to.

"you underestimate my abilities to take care of myself, violet." there's a certain inflection in her voice in the way that caitlyn speaks the other's name, not one that marks a sense of irritation, but a sense of something unique nonetheless. her otherwise serious features give way to a small smile, just appearing on the left corner of her lips. it's hard not to: vi had simply captivated her in a way that she found difficult to explain.

[legendaes]

word in the markets is that they had seen bird of legend around here . her grandma had spun the tale time & again of a savior : she didn’t protect everyone, but it was more than most would do for zaun. good enough in zeri’s book. tentatively, for her at least, she approaches the opening. no breeze, though device has been made to work on one. wouldn’t be the first time she talked to what seemed like thin air. ‘ gotcha somethin’, janna! ’ in her hands, a scaled down metal clocktower, and at it’s height is a wire . attached is a bird-like model. in lieu of a breeze, she passes a spark through and bird, green with her energy rather than janna’s alleged blue circles. clock ticks, but that’s more for the aesthetic, one that doesn’t always run isn’t very good at keeping time. she doesn’t know that this display is being seen at all, but she speaks again anyway, ‘ sooo… i’ll just leave it here? ’ ( 👋😌)

the wind carries and allows messages heard across zaun, whispers and stirs that allow curiosity to reign and heed impulses. no one refers to them as jan'ahrem any longer, a name left to the dry deserts, but she hears and feels the tickles of her name, of prayers, that draw her out like a moth to flame. she observes from a silent distance at first, feeling the youth that radiated off of this one, the energy and spark that she carries with her. it's uplifting. beady eyes peer at the clocktower and it brings warmth to her, warmth that dictates her next actions.

from the shadows, a blue bird comes fluttering down, chirping a few pleasant notes. the bird circled around zeri and her offering twice before it takes for a landing, clawed feet wrapping around the wire so that it perched on top of the model clocktower. the bird stares at zeri with cognition and conscious apparent in its beady gaze, something kind in the way the blue bird peers at her. a breeze sweeps through the area, moving zeri's bright hair gently. something about the bird's uncanny stare seems to say thank you.

[receiptsofwhiskey]

 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  .

❛   what  are  you  doing?   ❜

❛ what ,  you’re  going  to  kill  me?  ❜

❛ fuck !  put  the  gun  down !  please , come on !  it’s  me ,  alright ?  ❜

❛   what  are  you  doing  with  that ? ❜

❛  please ..  don’t  do  this  anymore !   ❜

❛   let  her/them/him  go  or  i’ll  blow  you  away !  ❜

❛  wait ! okay …  okay !  okay , i’ll  tell  you ,  whatever  you  want  to  know  ..   ❜

❛ you  point  that  thing  at  me  you  better  pull  the  trigger .  ❜

❛ alright , alright , alright  ..  i’ll talk !❜

❛ please ,  just  let  me  go ,  i  won’t  tell  anyone …  i  promise  .  ❜

❛  let  me  out  of  here !   let  me  go !❜

❛you’re  not  getting  away  this  time  …  ❜

❛   actually ,  i  think  i  better  get  going  …   it’s  late  and  … ❜

❛come  on !  fight  back !  fight  back !  fight  back  you  coward !❜

❛   come  on ,  hit  me !❜

❛   do  it !  pull  the  trigger !  do  it  ,  do  it  ,  do  it !   ❜

❛ come  and  find  me  …  polo !❜

❛ i  don’t  want  to  hide  anymore ,  i  don’t  want  to  be  afraid  anymore  …   ❜

❛   you   keep   saying   you’re   going   to   stop   but   you   don’t !  ❜

❛   how   many   more   people   need   to   die   before   you’re   satisfied ?  ❜

❛   why   are   you   doing   this ?❜

❛   don’t   come   any   closer  ,   that’s   far   enough  .   ❜

❛ if   you  don’t   pull   the   trigger   i’ll   pull   it   for   you  ! ❜

❛   i  thought  that  you  were  in  danger  …   ❜

❛   you’re  dangerous  …  i ,   i  just  don’t  want  to  end  up  dead ..   ❜

❛   i  promise  i  won’t  hurt  you  …    ❜

❛can  you  please  stop  screwing  with  my  mind ,  god  !   ❜

❛   i  don’t  want  to  be  here  anymore ,  please ,  can  we  go  back ?   ❜

❛um  ….  i’m  not  sure  i  want  to  go ,   thanks   anyway  ..   ❜

❛ that  sounds  dangerous  ….   i’m  in .   ❜

❛   i  don’t  know ,  it  sounds  awfully  dangerous  …  ❜

❛stay  back  or  i  will  rip  your  head  off  !❜

❛   i  think  …   this   is   wrong ,  no .  i  can’t  just  stand  by   and   watch   it  .   ❜

❛  do  you  think  you  would  ever  hurt  me  like  that ?❜

❛   i  can’t  be  with  someone  who  could  hurt  me  like  that  …  ❜

❛   this  is  not  love  !   it   is   obsession  !   a   sick  one  at   that  !  ❜

❛   are  you  following  me  ?   what  …   what  do  you  want  ?   money  ?   ❜

❛please  …  i  have  money ,   just  let  me  go  .  ❜

❛   i  don’t  think  you  realize  how  the  dangerous  this  game  is  ..   ❜

❛   it’s  not  just  a  game  !   ❜

❛   if  you’re  in  some  kind  of  trouble ,  you  can  tell  me  . ❜

❛   come  on  ,   it’s  just  a  game ,  what  could  go  so  wrong  ?   ❜

❛   are  you  the  one  that’s  been  watching  me  ? stalking  me  ?  ❜

❛actually ,  do  you  mind  if  we  just  stop/pull  over  here  ?   ❜

❛ what  are  you  doing ?   you  missed  the  stop  back  there ?   ❜

❛   hello ?   is   someone  there  ?   ❜

❛   you’re  scaring  me  …   ❜

❛ okay ,  you’re  really  starting  to  scare  me  …  ❜

[legendaes]

TALIYAH OF THE NASAAJ

basic information:

age: twenty-four

alias: the stoneweaver, little bird

gender: trans woman

sexuality: pansexual

date of birth: 973 an

place of birth: shurima

species: human, mage

physical appearance:

height: 5'9

build: ectomorph

hair color: brown, auburn undertones

eye color: brown

scars or distinguishing marks: freckles covering her

personality traits:

positive traits: kind, loyal, empathetic, energetic, disciplined

negative traits: insecure, homesick, stubborn

mental health: fairly stable

background and history:

family: mother, father, babajan (grandmother)

other significant figures: yasuo (mentor), kai'sa (friend)

background:

taliyah was born in the south of shurima as the daughter of the tribe chief of the naasaj, a group of nomadic weavers and herders. she discovered her abilities as a stoneweaver at the age of six, while rescuing a goat on a cliff where it had become stuck. the stone called to her as she lay a hand upon it, then erupted, bringing both goat and canyon wall down upon her. her father brought her back to the camp and put her under the care of babajan, the tribe's grandmother. days later, she was finally able to explain what had happened, how the stone had called to her.

once a child came of age in the naasaj tribe, they performed a dance under the full moon - the face of the great weaver - to determine what their path in life would be. when her time to dance finally came, she danced with the stone. it rose up from the earth in a pillar, evoking startled cries from her kin. her will broken, the rock crashed to the ground, cutting her mother. to taliyah, this was proof that she was dangerous to everyone around her, and so she ran. her father found her eventually, and taliyah finally admitted her ability to shape the stone. instead of being scared or revolted, though, he told her that she needed to face her power, not run from it. she returned with open eyes. this time, she wove with purpose, creating a memory of those she loved. when it was time for her mentor to stand, the entire tribe did, ready to stand with her. but taliyah knew that her true teacher was not among them, and so she headed out into the world, promising to learn to control her power.

on taliyah's quest to find her mentor, a band of noxians who discovered her. they promised her that noxus celebrated such power, that she would find a teacher there. raised to be trusting, taliyah followed them, into the heart of noxus. the endless political games were claustrophobic to her, until a captain promised to take her to a place where she could practice her magic freely. but when they docked near a village and she was told to bury the inhabitants in their homes, taliyah refused, and was tossed overboard to drown.

after surviving and escaping the noxians, taliyah came across yasuo. she accidentally brought down an avalanche upon him, but managed to save him and bring him to a cave. he asked her why she had chosen such a path, causing her to leave the cave in frustration. while outside, taliyah came face-to-face with an ionian mountain lion. she leaned into her power and crumbled the rock beneath both her and the lion. yasuo saved her, becoming her unlikely mentor in the process. they had another harrowing encounter when some soldiers found them in an inn, accusing yasuo of murder. with taliyah's help, he fended them off and they escaped. not long afterwards, they parted ways.

taliyah returned to shurima at around 17 years of age. on her turn, she found a dying sivir, and decided to help her before going to find her family. while there, an army attacked, looking for sivir in order to kill her. another who who was also looking for sivir found them both and gave sivir an amulet which would keep her hidden from the army. taliyah managed to escape with sivir, and protected the survivors of the attack from the army.

taliyah spent a while in the desert, travelling with a group of other shurimans whose families or homes had been destroyed. she considered them her new family. her quest to find her tribe was complicated by the fact that the seasonal waters no longer flowed, so she could no longer predict their location. the group had decided to travel north, a place they believed would be a safe haven from the void. on this journey, she met kai'sa, who she helped with defeating a group of lamplighters. in this fight, taliyah learned the city they were traveling to had likely already been destroyed, and opted to leave the group of survivors that she was traveling with in order to work with kai'sa to try and reclaim the city from the void. taliyah and kai'sa arrived to find the town abandoned and destroyed. they were then attacked by a group of xer'sai, but fended them off before a sinkhole appeared in the ground. rek'sai emerged from the pit, and kai'sa lured her back underground. this allowed taliyah to bring the statue of xolaani over the sinkhole to prevent rek'sai from re-emerging.

[legendaes]

greetings! i'm going to try & kick my butt back into writing here. my muse & mood have been off because of stuff going on irl but i am still around.

[legendaes]

happy new years eveyone!

[runesvein]

starter call .... @legendaes !

viktor had no idea how jayce managed to persuade him into this , but he was currently brooding away at a function . a ' party ' if you could even call it that ─── full of tailored smiles and forced laughter . mingling and schmoozing . oh how he yearned to be back in the lab buried in his notes .

it seemed like no matter how many years went by overlapping the time he'd lived in the undercity he never quite shook some of his upbringing . how he ached for blatant honesty , to cut to the chase and skip the formalities , this idle sweet talk was sure to turn his hair grey .

although jayce was nowhere to be found ─── swept off by his adoring supporters no doubt ─── viktor's eyes had still landed on another familiar face ... mel . he breathed a sigh of relief as his eyes bore into her like a cats , as if he was trying to beg her to stay where she was , give him a reason to stop sinking further and further into the corner of the room .

viktor managed to slink his way up to her side , one hand nursing some wine as his other gripped his cane . ❝ i don't know how you do this . ❞ he grumbled , exasperated . ❝ i think i would much rather pluck every individual hair from my arm with tweezers than endure this a moment longer . ❞

dramatic , he knew . he was allowed to be .

[legendaes]

radiant, like the sun, mel had no qualms about being swarmed by those around her, mingling and with curiosity about jayce, hextech, and a glorious future for piltover. this is where the youngest medarda thrives, in the games of politics and charm, a well-trained weapon of a dazzling smile and just the right words. it was easy. it lacked challenge, truthfully, the ways of piltover easy and hope alive in the room with all that had been promised in jayce's elevation. in her own elevation. this was just as much for herself as it was anyone else.

it had been a surprise when out of her peripheral, mel had first caught sight of viktor in the crowd. he lacked the charisma of his sunny companion which might have been a weakness on an evening like tonight, but she knew better than to dismiss him - he was an integral piece of it, even if not the face. she needed him, too. though the thought of how jayce might have convinced him to show up brings some amusement. but she would be happy to give a little guidance, or an out, whatever it may be that he was looking for.

"down that glass of wine twice as fast, and it becomes a bit easier," mel replied lightheartedly. it's not advice that she personally heeds: one to two glasses of some chardonnay to look social without losing her edge. there are enough inebriated chancellors as is. her attention focuses on him. "i'm glad to see you here, viktor. i suggested jayce convince you to come, though i admit, i didn't think you would. but it's healthy to take a break from your work now and then, yes?"

[dawnzeniths-deactivated20250530]

❛ the lunari have built their faith on lies, & you think to call me misguided? ❜ over & over, they fight the same battle . it does not end in polished presentations or warm gratitude anymore . instead it is her sword drawn, the Sun always first to rise . leona tries not to look closely at pale moonlight anymore : it only makes something burn in her, heat scorching her throat until she is silent . oftentimes, like this one, she turns eyes skyward ( is it in her best interest, truly, if it reveals her neck? diana finds it every time anyway — ) . she watches a cloud slowly roll by, hears as embers lick hotly at wounds which reopen whenever Sun meets Moon . try as It might to cauterize them —

leona finds no answers that she has not spoken before there, so it is a familiar one instead to release a bit of churning heat, ❛ peace cannot be housed within false pillars. they will only crumble & serve to hurt those blind enough to think their shelter safe. ❜ finally, her eyes fall. silver caught in her gaze does not make her any less ready, only serves for Her to rise within, rage which leona swallows down . one last try, voice projected boldly despite how raw it has begun to feel, ❛ the shroud of night has fallen over you, diana — you are lost. ❜ a step closer, heel digging into earth . her shield adjusted, expecting . ❛ let me lead you from it. ❜ 'please' is burned from her tongue before it reaches the cool air .

[legendaes]

like the tides, anger and frustration swells inside of her chest, bloated with irritation. how? how can she not understand? diana knows the answer and it does nothing to still the sense of discontent, of sadness that leona cannot look past what is so all - consuming and see the destruction left in its wake. hand ached for her blade, a calling inside of her: strike down the greed that destroys all that oppose her. she had confidence of the skill, the ability required to do so. it was her heart that confounded her. it is not just anger, for the way that solari had tried to erase the lunari, to refuse the reality in which they lived in. it is grief, for the way that they had taken the one good thing that she had found in the years of existing underneath their dogma.

"you speak of false pillars because it is all the solari know!" her voice raises as the emotion overtake her, and finally, diana's hand reaches for her own large, lithe blade. she did not want to strike, but feels that she needs to - unsure if the violence inside of her is her own, or that which occupies her. there was no definition between them anymore, one and the same. the light and dark side of the moon were still the moon, no matter reflections. a yearning to be close to her, still, but their collision only brings pain. "leona, i see more now than i have ever been allowed to see. than we were ever allowed." she ached to not be her enemy. why were they denied such choice? "all you have to do is open your mind. i know you can."

[cosmic-selena]

"Though born from conflict, I am destined to bring peace."

[legendaes]

@madamescissors liked to duo with... soraka!

curiosity and creativity of mortals was always a fascinating thing, what a mind would conceive with the right dedication and passionate. admirable, midst the chaos and confusion, that such wondrous things could occur. it was one of the things that she enjoyed most about existing on this realm, that there were truly no limitations in what people were capable of - for better or worse. it had been so narrow-minded in the time that they had naively believed otherwise. she is easily decided in where she believes this falls. awe shapes their golden hues as they peer at gwen, beholding her with transparent reverence. she was something magnificent.

"you must be one of a kind," soraka mused as they observed her, lilac - toned hands coming to a clasp behind the small of their back. though, she supposed, the sentiment could be expressed for most, it carried a different weight in the way that she said it now.