Little Lamb and Dear Wolf

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[league-of-legends-sexy-girls]

Kindred

[masksofthekindred]

Lamb stared curiously at the arm that was extended toward her. Her hand reaching out and touching the other very lightly. Her head tilted to the side as she studied the odd yordle. “A yordle you say? I can see the resemblance… some.”

Wolf growled towards the hand touching, squinting daggers at the so-called Yordle. “DO NOT TOUCH IT LAMB. YOU MAY GET SOME KIND OF TERRIBLE DISEASE. YOUR FACE MAY FALL OFF LIKE THIS ONE’S HAS.” He spoke with a deep growl beneath his voice, growing ever more defensive over Lamb.

[voksmi-machinist]

Voksmi paused, staring quizzically at the two. “Wait, can you get diseases?” The yordle scratched her neck in thought. “Hmmm… I’m not sure if you’re biological or not. Well… you’re supposed to be spirits, right? So I guess not…”

[masksofthekindred]

Lamb looked to the weird looking yordle and shook her head. " We cannot get diseases. Should we fall ill of such things we would not be able to do our job. Wolf is merely being dramatic. He does not like the look of you." She'd turn her head to Wolf and shake her head. Gently she'd place a hand on his snout.

“YES. YOU ARE A DISGRACEFUL SIGHT TO MY EYES, IT’S ALMOST... ALMOST...” Wolf’s sentence trailed off with Lamb’s hand on his snout, starting to nuzzle against it somewhat. “BUT YES... SHE IS RIGHT. YOUR LOOK GREATLY DISTURBS ME. WE CANNOT GET DISEASES THANKFULLY.”

[burden-and-truth-a]

Garen felt his eye twitch involuntarily at Wolf’s quips. They were empty words… but hearing Wolf’s assumption that he would fall was enough to make the warrior desire to put their legend to the test, here and now. However, he waited for the floating black mass to drift back to Lamb before his chest rose and fell, trying to dispel some of his anger. He was not nearly close to his top form to attempt such a feat.

“Failure… is not an option. Save your query for someone who has time to dwell on such darkness,” Garen replied quietly. “My death is something I cannot avoid, this much I know, but it will either be at the end of my natural days… Or with an axe cleaving through my body. I assume the latter is not the one you wish to happen.”

His stomach surged with pain after he finished his sentence. It grew tired of eating itself. His vision went blurry for a moment, but he did not let the Kindred see his conflict. A cold sweat started to form on his brow.

[masksofthekindred]

Lamb stared as he spoke. A slight tilt of her head as he continued. How he would end did not matter to her. Either way he would be theirs to take. The Demacian was weak and it was all too obvious to them. "It does not matter how you should fall, Brave one. At the end of your life, you will see us. We will take you. You cannot run from that. It does not matter how long this will be." It was not his time, but he was definitely close to it. If he should live or die would be his own actions that caused it. They would not have come to visit the man had he been in this condition. Still the question remained, should he did to Lamb's arrows or to Wolf's teeth? He had not answered this question. He was stubborn and full of his Demacian pride that Lamb would guess that he would fall to Wolf's ruthless maw.

“OH YOU CAN RUN, BUT IT WILL ONLY BE A MATTER OF SECONDS BEFORE I FIND YOU AND TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB. IT’S MORE FUN FOR ME!” Wolf’s features twisted into a malicious grin, resting his spectral head on Lamb’s shoulder. “YOU CAN FIGHT US AT THE END - BUT ONLY IF YOU LIKE HAVING YOUR INTESTINES DRAPED AROUND YOUR SHOULDERS! IT’S ALL VERY PAINFUL.” The canine remarks almost cheerfully, starting to swirl back around Lamb again. It never occurred to him that he probably made these situations worse - he was just in it for the fun.

[fish-in-search-of-a-family-blog]

It had taken a long time for Fizz to surface from the depths. He had taken to a small underwater cave by Bilgewater’s coast to rest and get his thoughts in order after tonight’s events.

He’s been reckless, overconfident in his sneaking abilities and had gotten himself caught in the process. The pirates on that ship were known to be ruthless and his unique appearance had not been enough to change that.

He’d managed to escape, bruised but otherwise unhurt.

He shook his head to get his mind off the subject. He decided to lay there floating and let the ocean waves rock him back and forth. The night was beautiful and serene, yet he could not help this feeling of unease as he drifted closer to the shore. Everything felt a bit too quiet.

He gazed across the shoreline for a brief moment before his eyes landed on them. He focused on the big one first, a huge black mass of what looked like smoke hidden behind a strange white mast. He would have found it pretty cool looking if not for the fearsome maw right below it’s face.

It looked like something out of a nightmare, the way it’s body seemed to float in the air with the same if not more ease than his own on the water. He slowly turned his gaze towards the smaller one. White, almost glowing, fur covered this creature. The blue mask covering this one’s face did little to change it’s peaceful demeanor.

Looks weren’t everything though and although this one may look peaceful, the unease he felt before had only increased the more he stared at them. Something felt wrong and Fizz could not deny that seeing that black mass turn it’s gaze towards him was one of the most frightening moments of his life.

[masksofthekindred]

“You mean a fish, Dear Wolf?” Lamb would do her light giggle as she followed.

“IS THAT WHAT THESE THINGS CALL THEM?” He asked with genuine curiosity, his eyes scanning the water that he made sure to float back from. They eventually locked onto a small, blue being, peering over at them from the water. “LOOK! IN THE WATER! AN AQUATIC SCALY THING! DO YOU SEE IT LITTLE LAMB?”

"I do, dear Wolf. It has been some time since we have laid eyes on one of these, has it not?" Lamb placed her hand on top of Wolf's head. Her fingers running through the black fur as she stared at the creature for a while. Her attention then turning to Wolf. "I believe you had enjoyed chasing these things when it was their time. I do not know how many more there are. Perhaps this one wishes to join its kind?" Lamb's giggle would carry with the wind as she would draw her bow. She had no intention of harming Fizz, but she saw no harm in having a little fun.

“YES, YES! OH I HOPE IT DOES, IT’S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE A GOOD CHASE!” He responds, growling in excitement as he began to slowly but surely advance on Fizz.

[voksmi-machinist]

The technician was still somewhat in shock. Though the mention of not being ‘marked,’ whatever that was, eased her a bit, it was still distressing encountering The Kindred; something like that was only heard of in loose accounts and fables. Shrugging off Wolf’s comments, she spoke. “Well, I’m a yordle… I was in an industrial accident, see… or twenty. Or maybe thirty. But I’m alright now though, heh!” Voksmi held out her prosthetic arm.

[masksofthekindred]

Lamb stared curiously at the arm that was extended toward her. Her hand reaching out and touching the other very lightly. Her head tilted to the side as she studied the odd yordle. “A yordle you say? I can see the resemblance... some.”

Wolf growled towards the hand touching, squinting daggers at the so-called Yordle. “DO NOT TOUCH IT LAMB. YOU MAY GET SOME KIND OF TERRIBLE DISEASE. YOUR FACE MAY FALL OFF LIKE THIS ONE’S HAS.” He spoke with a deep growl beneath his voice, growing ever more defensive over Lamb.

[burden-and-truth-a]

Garen watched the Lamb, his eyebrows furrowing at her giggle. He let out a slow huff, preparing his words in retort. Before he had a chance to respond, his eyes shifted to the Wolf, now bearing down upon him. It took everything in his power not to draw his blade as his anger bubbled beneath his skin at Wolf’s words. Yet he stood his ground, his hands curling into tight fists. These two were behaving like children.

So much for the mystery of their lore the tomes of Demacia held.

“Your life is truly so troubled, not being able to eat,” Garen grumbled with sarcasm, his gaze locked onto the Wolf. Try not eating for four days. “Are you here simply to derive entertaining leisure from my plight? If so, I suggest you find that elsewhere. I am in no disposition to tell you what you already know. I am no child’s play-thing.”

[masksofthekindred]

Wolf laughed happily. It was always fun to give a little bit of torment to someone in danger for him. Not something he’d do often, but a joy nonetheless. “OH I SHALL NOT HAVE TO WORRY MUCH FOR NOT EATING SHOULD THIS TRIP OF YOURS CONTINUE. ONCE YOU FALL I WILL BE HERE TO CATCH YOU - IN MY TEETH.” His threats weren’t very creative for sure, and he pulled back from his face, swirling around Lamb once more before hovering over her shoulder. “WHY MUST WE ALWAYS ENCOUNTER THE SERIOUS ONES, LITTLE LAMB?” Lamb was silent. Letting her dear wolf play with the Demacian. Another giggle that seemed to catch with the wind so gently came from her as he addressed her. “I do not know, Wolf. I thought you enjoyed the stubborn ones?” She mused as she raised her hand and scratched under Wolf’s chin. Her head would tilt as she stared at Garen. “He does not seem to be enjoying this game as you are, Dear Wolf. Tell me, Brave one. Should you fail and which would you have? My arrows?”

[masksofthekindred]

// Sorry for the late responses everyone! Slush has been rather busy this week, and given all of our replies require both the input of Lamb AND Wolf, it put a delay on some of our RPs. Do not fear though, we’re getting through them and we’ll keep hammering away at them when we can. Thanks for sticking by <3

[voksmi-machinist]

“Well, uhh… this is certainly, ah… interesting,” said the yordle. “…Lamb and, uh, Wolf… I presume…” “It’s fascinating, uh, meeting you in person,” she continued. “I’ve only, uh, heard of you in stories, heh…” The technician was shivering slighty.

[masksofthekindred]

Lamb would nod her head as her name was mentioned. Watching the curious looking yordle. “I do not believe it is a mark of ours, Dear Wolf. What exactly are you, small thing?”

Wolf let out a disgusted sigh floating slowly around the two. “A SHAME. THE WORLD SHALL HAVE TO BEAR ITS TERRIBLE FACE.” He grumbled. “YES, WHAT ARE YOU, CREATURE? WHY IS YOUR FACE SO WRETCHED?”

[masksofthekindred]

“It is only Wukong, Dear Wolf. He is not one of our marks.” “A SHAME. THE WU-THINGY WOULD BE A MOST FUN MEAL.” The white furred specter crossed her arms over her chest as she looked up at the monkey ‘king’. Wolf floated around Lamb slowly, though his face remained fixated on Wukong. “We go where we are needed.” “WHICH INCLUDES YOUR PETTY, PEACE LOVING GROUP OF PEOPLE AND YOUR DEATH DEFYING GOAT LADY.”

[sun-and-wu]

“Hey, it’s not my fault the monkeys want to live peaceful lives. Unless you’re talking about the humans of Ionia. Their business is none of my concern.” Leaning forward, Wukong fell from the branch, hanging from said branch by only his tail.

“So you got something against Soraka, huh? Get in line, Wolfy. You’re not the only ravenous canine to have something against her.”

[masksofthekindred]

“We have nothing against your monkeys. They come and go very peacefully.” She watched as he hung from the branch by his tail. At the mention of the Goat Lamb placed her hand gently on top of Wolf’s head.  “She makes our job very difficult...”

Wolf growled unhappily at her mention. “SHE INTERVENES WHERE SHE HAS NO RIGHT. DELAYS OUR MARKS. I MAY NOT BE THE ONLY WOLF AGAINST HER BUT I AM BOTH THE BEST AND THE ONE WHO SHALL GREET HER END. LIKE HER AND THOSE DREADFUL BEASTS OF THE SHADOWS.” He growls at his own mention too. Stupid goat lady. “SHE HAS RUINED MANY GOOD MEALS FOR ME. ALL SHE GRANTS IS A PAUSE FOR THOSE NOT READY, A PAUSE THAT WILL END WITH THEIR BLOOD ON MY TEETH.”

[masksofthekindred]

fish-in-search-of-a-family

“The ocean is calming, my dear Wolf. There is nothing wrong with visiting it every now and then. There are marks near it as well.”

“YES IT IS. EXCEPT FOR WHEN IT DOES THAT STRANGE THING WHERE IT TAKES UP SOME MORE OF THE LAND AT NIGHT. THAT IS SCARY.” Bilgewater was full of marks for them. Pirates and various other outlaws were dying left and right. Under whose command was of no concern to them. Lamb enjoyed the ocean at times, the stillness of the water when none of these lesser beings were taking their boats out. Wolf on the other hand watched each wave carefully in case it tried to sneak up on him, not entirely aware that the ocean wasn’t a sentient being. A certain pong hit the ghostly canines nostrils however and he spun around, looking around excitedly.

“WHAT IS THAT SMELL? DO YOU SMELL IT LAMB? SOMETHING SMELLS LIKE AQUATIC. LIKE ONE OF THOSE WEIRD SCALY THINGS THAT OCCASIONALLY GETS LEFT BY THE WATER HERE.”

[burden-and-truth-a]

masksofthekindred:

Garen’s sullen eyes slowly looked up to see the Kindred suddenly appear before him. It had been four days since his dream with Sona. His trek had not stopped. The passage he took on the outskirts of the Voodoo Lands was scarce with food. His waterskin was nearly empty. Sleep evaded him. He would show some dignity with the ethereal being’s presence, but their symphony of words only put his mood in an even darker place.

“What… do you know of sorrow?” Garen asked quietly, his eyes going back and forth from Lamb and Wolf. He had heard tales of this being. Read of their mysticism and role in Demacian tomes. They were powerful… And it wasn’t human in the slightest. “Are you here for your mark on me, then, Ina and Ani? Will you at least let me fight to keep it if naught for another cycle?”

[masksofthekindred]

“We know nothing of sorrow. We have no need for such a thing. Only the concept of it.” Her head would tilt curiously as she watched him. A giggle coming from the Lamb at his request to fight for his life. They had not come for Garen’s mark quite yet. He had proved to be entertaining so far, thinking he could fight and win for his life.  

“ACTUALLY, I KNOW A LOT ABOUT SORROW, SUCH AS WHEN LAMB GETS A KILL INSTEAD OF ME BECAUSE THE TARGET IS BORING AND IS HAPPY TO DIE.” Wolf spits nonchalantly, swirling around and getting in Garen’s face. “UNLIKE YOU. YOU CANNOT FIGHT US. WE ARE THE END OF EVERYTHING. FORTUNATELY FOR YOU AND UNFORTUNATELY FOR MY STOMACH IT IS NOT YET YOUR TIME.” He growls. He wished he had arms so he could do that thing Lamb did when she was annoyed and put them over her chest. It looked fun. Anger with a body looked fun. He should do that some time. “BUT YOU HAVE A STORY. LAMB! DO WE HAVE TIME FOR A STORY? GAREN-THING’S MEMORIES HOLD GREAT PROMISE FOR MY OWN AMUSEMENT.”

[gumae-deactivated20221117]

Shh don’t wake them up!

[voksmi-machinist]

Voksmi reeled back, looking upwards at the two spirits. “Oh! I, ah… err…” the technician gulped, recognizing the two masks. “Are… are you…” was all the yordle could manage, attempting to hold her composure together.

[masksofthekindred]

It was then that lamb would rise from kneeling at the yordle’s level. She would nod her head at the small one’s unfinished question. Wolf approached Voksmi carefully, not worried about her fear and more concerned with how scary he found her. “Yes. We are.” “IS THIS ONE OF OUR MARKS? IT LOOKS HORRIFYING AND I WANT TO REMOVE IT.”

[sun-and-wu]

“Too bad you won’t get a kill, spirit.” Wukong said as he perched atop a branch just above the spirits of death. “I must say, it is not every day we see the spirits of death in the forests of Ionia.”

[masksofthekindred]

“It is only Wukong, Dear Wolf. He is not one of our marks.” “A SHAME. THE WU-THINGY WOULD BE A MOST FUN MEAL.” The white furred specter crossed her arms over her chest as she looked up at the monkey ‘king’. Wolf floated around Lamb slowly, though his face remained fixated on Wukong. “We go where we are needed.” “WHICH INCLUDES YOUR PETTY, PEACE LOVING GROUP OF PEOPLE AND YOUR DEATH DEFYING GOAT LADY.”

[masksofthekindred]

// Reminder that RPs with both Lamb AND Wolf will take longer to respond to, as it requires a response from both of us. Apologies for the delays that may take place.

[masksofthekindred]

voksmi-architect 

 "What a curious little thing.... It is so small, Dear Wolf." Lamb would kneel down to the Yordle's level. Her head tilting curiously at it.

Wolf recoiled at sight of Voksmi however. “EUGH! HAVE WE KILLED THIS ONE BEFORE? ITS FACE IS TERRIFYING!” Wolf is quick to point out, floating back further than usual.

[masksofthekindred]

demacias-broken-wing 

 "Garen." Lamb hop in front of the Demacian. "We have heard what happened to your home. Many of our marks we claimed that night. Your home was taken and now you are alone. Is that not sad, Dear Wolf?" She would proceed to pet the wolf specter who floated around her. A gentle hand on his head as she studied the human.

Wolf remained somewhat calmed with Lamb’s hand on his head, his voice still powerful and somewhat lacking in concern. “WHAT? YES OF COURSE IT IS, HUMANS TREASURE BORING THINGS LIKE HOME AND FAMILY INSTEAD OF IMPORTANT THINGS LIKE CHASING THINGS AND THEN KILLING THEM MESSILY.” He spat back, floating calmly under her hand.