Noxian Shadow

"What are you doing here? I suppose you're not much of a concern. I will not force you to leave. But do not give me a reason to." Independent RP blog for Talon from League of Legends. All are welcome!

[noxianshadow]

((Hey guys, thought I'd pop on here and say hey too. Not quite ready to write Talon yet (he bums me out sometimes, that's why I'm more active on Vlad at the moment uwu), but I wanted to let everyone know that you're all beautiful and I love you and I'll be back soon. Come talk to me on Vlad if you'd like or add me on Skype. Just shoot me an ask if ya want it. <3))

[noxianshadow]

((So...

I need a temporary hiatus thingy.

My blogs aren't dead. I promise. I just need some time to myself.))

[thevoidprophetmalzahar-deactiva]

"I want the K."

15. Violent kiss

((Of all the ones you would get. lol. Also, sorry it’s so late. >.< Shortened down to a read more for the sake of how long it is.))

The assassin’s curiosity sparked interest in Malzahar. After their most recent encounter, he desired to know more about the mysterious man in purple. But to sate this, he would need to be silent and hidden.

Across the vast desert, the prophet seemed to wander along without a care. Talon almost lost him a few times over sand dunes. Eventually Malzahar had reached his destination, not letting on to show he knew of the shadowy figure tailing him.

Passing over one final sand dune, a large stone building was half sunken in the ground. An ancient ruin, known to be connected to Icathia in some way, but not many knew how.

Malzahar went up to what used to be a window, pausing before turning around and scanning the horizons. Though he couldn’t see anyone, he knew full well of Talon’s presence. Slyly dismissing it, the prophet entered the crumbled window as if it was now more useful as a door to what used to be the fourth floor.

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[noxianshadow]

Little thing!

Send "Little thing" and my character will tell you something as a child.

A very small boy, his hair reaching down to the center of his back and hiding most of his face, looked up at the blonde in front of him. His tiny fingers clutched a dagger, holding it close to his chest as he kept his distance. He didn't appear to be very clean, nor did he seem very happy. But that was only because he had been told by all of the other people on the streets that he shouldn't show strange people how he was feeling or they may try to take advantage of him somehow. Especially anyone not familiar to him. The young boy stepped back once more, making sure the other didn't get too close. 

"Hi," he spoke very softly, knowing he couldn't just stand there. He wouldn't say his name, though. No one was allowed to know his name. There was a boy he spent a lot of time with named Kavyn who said he'd give him a new name. He didn't have a new one yet, though. "Are you from Noxus?" The blonde man seemed too... Bright to be from Noxus. The child looked down at his hands, fiddling with the knife he held. "I am." He sighed softly. "It's scary. Don't like it. Nowhere to go, though." His voice was very soft, almost afraid, but he still had the knife. If the other came too close he wouldn't hesitate to throw it the way he'd been taught.

essence-flux-primed

[noxianshadow]

((So guys I met and got a picture with the lead singer of my favorite (active) band ever ;w;))

[chivalrousxhybrid-deactivated20]

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Cheek cut

2: Face stab

3: Arm broken

4: Leg broken

5: Spine kick

6: Disemboweled

7: Cheek kiss

8: Scalped

9: Decapitation

10: Both legs broken.

11: Impalement

12: Eyes ripped out

13: Stomach Punch

14: Any of the above

15: Violent kiss

16: Paralyzed

17: Kicked off a cliff.

18: Tortured

19: Left for dead.

20: Ignored.

21: Then there’s tongue.

[shinaartificial]

//Some bro/sis feelz just for you guys.

[lunaconrad-deactivated20131216]

TRUTH SERUM - MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.

[alwayswillgraham]

Please preface questions with “Truth”

[thevoidprophetmalzahar-deactiva]

Will of the Void [Closed rp: noxianshadow & voidprophetmalzahar]

In the arid badlands near the boarders of Noxus, a particular man in purple stood next to a sizable swirl of purple. The circle warped the space around it, infecting the air around it with a different hue of it’s colour. Creatures of all sizes skittered out from the portal. Voidlings. Zounds of void spawn began pouring out into the world in rows. In surprisingly organised fashion, they amassed to slowly form a legion.

Malzahar’s hand held a ball of energy. It acted as a control for the portal, maintaining it’s stability while being open. Paying attention to the hefty amount of four legged creatures, the prophet didn’t notice another man stumble upon his work.

[noxianshadow]

Trekking through the snow was something Talon despised doing with all of his being- But it still wasn't as bad as anywhere akin to a desert. In the snow, you froze and you lost feeling in your limbs and you shivered and slowed down every time you took another step. But in dry, sandy, hot places, you felt everything and no matter how far you walked the horizon seemed to go on forever. If you needed resources in snowy areas, you could make the snow water or try to find animals hiding beneath the blanket on the ground. In the desert, it was scalding during the day and you couldn't find water anywhere- At night, you may as well give in because the cold would get you just as bad.

Talon didn't care that he hadn't been instructed to go very far. Those were his thoughts as he packed supplies for his next mission through the badlands. Leaving with a scowl, the assassin figured he wouldn't be back for a few days, at least. The city behind him slowly shrunk as he walked further away from the comfort of his own home. A heavy sigh escaped his lips when he found himself completely alone, the only sounds around him the sounds of nature. And by that, based on the direction he was heading, he meant birds above him and a soft wind. That was about it. 

As night started to fall around him, he never stopped walking. His backpack became heavier over time, his exhaustion slowly building. He was only human, as much as he tried to defy it. Thus, once the sun had set and the cold wind enveloped him in a freezing embrace, he collapsed under a rocky overpass and let his eyes shut. The cold didn't escape him, but at least he would be safe from a majority of the wind. He tried his best to force his body to rest, even though his mind was wide awake. 

Something, however, was keeping him awake. Some kind of energy, some kind of force nearby... And though he did his best to ignore it, his curiosity only grew over time. Seemingly against his own will, he found himself sneaking around the area, trying to find what was there. His searches came up with nothing until he finally came across a purple glow a ways away from him. Frowning slowly, the assassin's footsteps slowed down, his heart beating in his ears as he made himself silent, sneaking up on the mysterious glimmer.

What he found confused him greatly.

He recognized Malzahar- That much was clear to him. But as he observed from a distance, hiding in the shadows of the cliffs surrounding the both of them, he gazed upon things he had never seen before. Creatures were pouring out of a purple orb as he watched. Not knowing what he could do here, and not knowing the purpose of any of this, he simply watched, remaining still in his hiding place. The prophet wouldn't notice him, right?

[noxianshadow]

Σ(O_O；) ...with a dagger >:33

Send Σ(O_O；) for my characters reaction to having their clothes unbuttoned/unzipped by yours.

((This is really dumb I am sorry ;w;))

There was a soft creak. Not audible by anyone unless they're someone used to silence. And that was exactly how Talon was. Thus, when he heard that creak in the middle of the night, he sat up in a heartbeat and hurled the blade hidden under his pillow in the direction of the noise. He heard it stick- In the wooden door. If there was someone there, they must have ducked very quickly. Having only just opened his eyes, the assassin took a moment to attempt to adjust his vision to the blackness of his own bedroom at night. This one second gave her just enough time.

She jumped on him- Literally, on him. Being caught off-guard and still half-awake, he had no time to react to this and ended up with the back of his skull slamming into the wall behind him. Gritting his teeth in pain, he tried to see what was going on, only to find that the impact had temporarily affected his vision. Stunned by this, she grabbed him forcefully by the hair. He felt the tip of a dagger rub at the underside of his chin. He was in trouble here. He had to figure something out fast. But who was this? He still couldn't see.

The moment she chuckled, though, he growled. "Styx."

She laughed again, taking that dagger and moving it down to the front of the shirt he slept in. When he could finally see once more, he met her eyes, his own brown orbs burning fury. She began cutting down the center of his shirt, slowly slicing it in half, and piercing his skin just slightly as she did. As she drew blood, he winced, not ready to move just yet. "What are you doing here?" he hissed, waiting for just the right moment. As she exposed his chest, she simply shrugged, not giving him a straight answer. 

Irritated by this, Talon moved suddenly. Grabbing her by the neck with both of his hands, he flung her to the ground away from him. The movement caused him to impale himself on her dagger just slightly, and once she was off of him his hand went to cover the wound. He shot up, grabbing the knife from her and throwing it in the wall with the other from before. Feeling his own blood dripping down his chest, he heard her laughing more and kicked her hard. This seemed to take her breath away, as she fell silent. "Get the fuck out of my room. We can play this game another time, ok?"

She stood up, clutching her side where she had been kicked. As she slowly left, she yelled to him. "Tag, you're it!!"

He pinched the bridge of his nose and went to find Katarina so that she could help him bandage his wounds.

[askxaxbloodhunter]

+9

asksummonerhay ask-the-storms-fury noxianshadow htarex purifiedvengeance weapons-unwasted shadow-waltz lilacomnipotence hellfire-bullets-and-fangs

"Look, I might be a cannibal. But I can’t eat everything or everyone. Hrmmm."

[noxianshadow]

"As if you could get those big bad jaws close to me before I rip your teeth out."

[noxianshadow]

((GUESS WHO'S BACK BITCHES))

[noxianshadow]

 askhextechjanna:

She had heard the sounds of a scuffle as she was going through the area. It was dusk. The roads and streets were empty. Well, at least around this area for the area was well known for a few gang members and criminals to lurk around. Why Janna was passing through there was beyond her. Her mind was in the clouds again, her feet taking her wherever they felt like it.

A loud thud, a few grunts, a hiss of pain. Those noises bought her back to reality. She looked around, finally recognizing where she was. A small “oh” escaped her lips, a slight look of fear crossed her eyes as she registered the area in her mind. The sounds of a scuffle ensued and she took a step back, ready to flee. She didn’t want anything to do with the people in this area.

A voice swore loudly from the corner, edged with pain. Her blue eyes widened. She knew that voice. Instead of running backward, like she was supposed intended to, she ran forward, toward the sound.

Talon was leaning against the wall, body bloody, legs splayed in weird angles. His breathing was heavy, ragged, eyes half closed, still managing to look at his attacker with disdain. His attacker stood above him, body bruised,  just as bloody and weak but it was clear who had the upper hand here. A dagger in his right hand, piercing the assassin’s torso, a cruel smile on his face.

"Get away from him," she said coldly, her hands twirling, a spell building up. Before he could react, he was thrown backward violently, the winds billowing wildly around them. Janna then stood in front of Talon, keeping him away from harm, ready to strike again.

Bruised, bloodied and now with a sprained arm due to the violent push, the attacker knew better than to pursue a fight. Especially not with a Wind Mage. He wouldn’t be able to touch her.

"He won’t live long," he yelled gleefully as he fled, quickly disappearing into the darkness of the evening.

She quickly turned to Talon, her hands quickly covering his wound, trying to stop the blood from flowing, a small panic rising to her chest.  His wounds were bad, very bad. Broken ribs, shattered legs, a deep stab wound, a slash to his cheek that looked like it nearly pierced through into his mouth.

"Please, try to stay awake…" she mumbled as she looked around, hoping and praying someone would pass by to help. She ripped one of the long pieces of fabric hanging from her skirt, wrapping it tightly around the deep gash on his head, the cloth turning crimson quickly.

A hand gripped her suddenly. The grip was tight. She heard his voice. Soft, but it was there. She relaxed slightly, her eyes met his, there seemed to be some kind of look, almost like he wanted her assurance, a sort of pleading.

"You’ll be okay," she said in a voice that was more confident than how she felt. She raised his hand to her lips, summoning the spell for healing winds.

A soft breeze moved through them, blowing over his body gently, light green sparkles floating about.

"This won’t mend your bones or heal your wounds entirely," she said, "But its enough to stop the bleeding and stop the pain."

noxianshadow

He couldn't understand what had gone wrong. He never lost... The only people who had ever defeated him had been the General and Katarina. And now... A random thug comes along and overpowers him? He was losing his touch. And he was ashamed of himself. Knowing Janna was doing her best to help, he suddenly regretted her assistance. His pride had been hurt more than anything else, and he didn't want to face anyone knowing that he had been overcome by a simple grunt off the streets. He was ashamed of himself.

All at once, all the pain in his body disappeared. He inhaled suddenly, surprised. Magic still shocked him, no matter how many times he came to face it. It seemed to do too much, in his opinion. He knew even Katarina utilized her own version of magic... He had no clue how any of it worked. He just throw knives in a fancy way and they came back. It was like boomerangs. That's it. Healing magic was wonderful, yes. The most useful thing that Talon had ever faced. But it still seemed unnatural to him, despite the countless experiences he had where it had saved his life. And the question of where it came from never seemed to leave his head.

The assassin was shaken out of his thoughts when he finally managed to open his eyes enough to see clearly. And he saw her face. Blinking a few times, he didn't speak. It wasn't just because his throat still seemed stuck for some reason. The shame within him was still too strong. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself so that he was sitting up completely against the wall of the building he was leaning on. The effort he put towards it was draining. Once he was there, his breath coming a bit faster, he used his other arm to try to push her back slightly. He could already feel the sharp pains coming back just from doing such, but he didn't stop.

"No," he finally managed to grumble, his teeth gritting as his head throbbed. His muscles stiffened once more in agony. But he wouldn't let her do anything else without a fight. It took him another moment to find his words. When he did speak again, it was hardly above a whisper. "Leave me here." If he was going to get out of this, he would do it himself. It was the only thing his pride would allow willingly. Thus, if he didn't make it, it would be his fault and no one else's. 

Bracing his hand on the wall behind him, he put all his energy towards attempting to stand up. As unsuccessful as he was, he wouldn't give in until he was dead.

askhextechjanna

[intoxicatingscarlet]

((Guess who’s on da wey home))

[noxianshadow]

((Going to see him...))

[manliestelf]

Send "Little thing" and my character will tell you something as a child.

[ask-riven]

// Haven’t seen young Riven in a while, have we?  Let’s give this a shot again.

[steexosaurus]

I missed the exact 200 count. *mentally beats self up*

Anyway, thank you everyone for having stuck through all the crap I pump out to your dash and notification (askhextechjanna's in particular), as well as Styx's dickish attitude to almost every other muse.

My greatest thanks to harbinger-fiddles, ask-rai, summonerseina and ask-vlady-chan for promotion, as well as everyone else who otherwise contributed to the count.

Special mention goes to dullahan-express for being #200; also to asktheponyoftheabyss and @rarebootysighting for tipping the scale.

My condolences to the rest of you for having to put up with all the shit I’m going to continue to feed you. Cheers everyone.

EDIT: I forgot her glasses. Fuck my life. Okay, new headcanon: Styx lost her glasses during the M!A. noxianshadow is at fault. There we go.