[ofravage]

Evelynn doesn't stay too long among the others islers. she despises being in the Shadow Isles, she despises the deadly silence only broken by the laments of the souls, she despise the eternal night, she despise this boring landscape. the Widowmaker is better off wandering, doing her doing and learning more about the world of the alive; not that she envy them, she finds them weak and idiotic. but their world is so much more interesting to her. she is a bit of the ‘ black sheep ’ between all of her fellow undeads, she vaguely feels more connected to the living than the dead, she has no interest in hoarding the souls of those she kills. Evelynn's view of the inhabitants of the Isles vary a lot: she thinks Karthus to be a little too much obsessed over death and all, she thinks Thresh to be the unpleasant and rude type, she doesn't even know Mordekaiser nor Hecarim and she side-eyes Elise ( ;; what a woman, truly- but she is never admitting this preference of hers. ) but the ones that catched her eyes and made her curious were Maokai and Yorick- seemingly there against their will and doing everything they can to undo this curse over the isles and oddly, on the matter, Evelynn wouldn't interfere with their quest, on the contrary she is eager to see them succeed; but only her knows the reasons why.

[ofravage]

oh uh - ♥ for an Eve directly in your askbox

[terraformis]

she emerges from the darkness, violet skin shining under the bright sun as fuschia eyes glows with amusement ( ;; for this time, she would not hide her true looks, oddly. ), clawed finger reaches up and boops the girl's nose- Evelynn laughs softly, a grin spreading on cherry lips. ‘ aren't you the sweetest thing i have ever seen ! ’ the Widowmaker muses, fingers tapping against her lips. ‘ a true ray of pure sunlight, you are delightful. ’ what do you hide, Evelynn ?

  At this rate, Taliyah is starting to wonder if there’s something about her that makes mysterious ladies want to follow her from shadows. She certainly hoped it was just a coincidence and there is no secret association of stalker women with their eyes on her head… or something.

  She flinches at the touch, as if the tip of her nose had turned cold. She thinks of how her baba would do the same to her, but instead of bringing comfort the thought sent her gut plunging. But she would not let dread muzzle her, so she braved herself and gives the stranger a smile.

  “Thank you… I suppose. You’re, ah, quite good looking yourself, miss.”

[ofravage]

a light laugh escapes her lips, surprising for someone like her- Evelynn's laugh was always carrying a bad omen, or was the last thing one hears before dying. and yet here she was, the Widowmaker, covered in simple shuriman clothing ( ;; she adored their colors and minimalist patterns, a great change from someone so extravagant as her. )

‘ how impolite of me. ’ the woman says in apology for her abrupt entrance. ‘ i haven't even introduced myself.. ’ for a second the shine of her pearl white fangs could be seen, but only a slight second. ‘ i am Evelynn, a simple traveler. forgive me if i startled you earlier. ’

it was so easy to act kindly even if it made her sick in the stomach.

[ofravage]

♥

[ here, have a starter ]

six inch heels clicks against the ground, she makes no effort to mask her presence; there was no need. Evelynn did well to hide her true form; she replaces auburn locks behind her ears, golden eyes looking the surroundings with scrutiny. how amusingly terrifying zaun was at night, truly !

the blade of a dagger shines as it is tossed in the air, falling back into her caramel hand with a faint sound. lips curls into a smile; silence like this was a change of pace- despite the few rats crawling from their holes here and there and the deep laments seemingly coming from all the city, it was refreshing.

the Widowmaker’s ears perks up, listening to a distant cry; a girl. it won’t take long for her to either die or be shut down by whoever caused her to screech in such unpleasant manner. Evelynn shrugs, the sudden scream- more high pitched yet short was followed by only silence.

an heavy silence for whoever had still half a soul.

‘ people die so easily, it almost saddening. ’ she mutters while going on with her walk among the shadows created by the high buildings.

[wrxthofzaun]

Without the widowmaker knowing, Warwick had managed to pick up her scent, and in doing so he pursued from a distance. No one left or went into Zaun without him knowing, something he had taken very seriously. He managed to get a good glimpse of her, taking notice into her weapons of choice and the way she dressed. He could tell a lot about someone from they way they talked, presented themselves, and even with what weapon they chose to wield. After a few more minutes of closing distance with the woman below, he jumped… sliding down the side of the building, claws creating sparks as they takes down the walls. He appeared before her, towering over the woman. “Who are you? I have not seen your face before.”

[ofravage]

the dagger falls back flatly in the palm of her pale hand, golden eyes looking up from the bronze blade. Evelynn was in no way the tallest nor the largest and next to the towering beast she looked fragile, thin and powerless ( ;; the easiest way to lure preys to their death, pretending to be weak. )

‘ Evelynn. ’ short answer leaves painted lips forming a thin line, eyebrow raised with curiosity. ‘ i travel, mostly. ’ it was half of the truth anyway, but she wasn't in no journey to end the life of another- not today. her head tilts to the side, auburn hair following the motion and falling on her neck. her sarcastic nature taunts her to answer back ( ;; ‘ and I have never seen a talking wolf but life has it's load of surprises ! ’ ) yet she doesn't; too lazy to pick up a fight.

‘ if that's all you had to ask- ’ Evelynn tosses the dagger one more time in the air, before putting it back where it belongs. ‘ - i'll be on my way. ’ the Widowmaker swiftly turns around, arms crossed under her chest and heels clicking on the ground as she starts walking away, ever so slowly.

[ofravage]

- softly - love me pls

[ofravage]

Evelynn: - holding a young person's face - ‘ aren't you a sweetheart, you delightful cute little thing ~♥’ Evelynn: - claws dangerously rubbing their cheeks - ‘ I wonder how loud you can cry and how much you can bleed ~♥’

[absinthundblut]

[ofravage]

giving me sweet muses is in fact a dangerous deal. I'd love to break them to tiny bits too much. Lol

[chandlerwatches]

rag’n’bone man, part 1. wolves album.

you should have been in town.

he/she’s got no place to go.

he/she’s gonna start a graveyard of his own.

didn’t i love her/him?

no mother should ever let a child bear the hate that she feels.

i don’t want to see her/him grow just to be like you.

i didn’t ask for nothing.

i never wanted war.

don’t take it from me.

it’s seven in the morning.

i won’t feel guilty for that.

everything about you that was good is now erased.

give me one good reason why i should not be thinking of leaving you now.

maybe i’m just foolish.

i can finally see your true colours now.

i don’t know who you are.

i don’t feel it anymore.

i don’t need you anymore.

i’m in trouble.

when you lay my body down, when i’m buried in the ground, don’t be sorry.

save your prayers.

don’t shed a tear for me.

am i troubled?

don’t wanna drown no more.

ain’t nothing in this life for free.

a man’s gotta fight temptation.

keep the wolves from the door.

i don’t wanna go back home.

i’ve taken off my chains, but i still feel those shackles.

it’s an uphill struggle, but i’m working.

will i succumb and lose myself again?

oh, good lord.

maybe i’m going to hell.

maybe you’re going to hell.

oh, how they all take their toll.

time will take us all and turn us into stone.

it leaves us with regrets and picks apart the threads hung over fragile bones.

i can’t let her/him go.

the candlelight has died before the dawn.

i came here across the sea.

i didn’t know what i was looking for.

now the rain is coming down.

since then, my eyes have changed.

my point of view has been re-arranged.

the dreams i had have been left along the way.

we were acting like these people we were not.

i found you after a lifetime of searching.

until it’s gone wrong, it can never go right.

i should’ve know that i could still be saved.

[the-grunge-factory]

[monstroussuggestion]

make them regret how they treated you

[theresurrectedoneiii]

You will rise above them; they will tremble at your feet, begging forgiveness, and you shall grant them none.

[ofravage]

Evelynn actually uses her stealth to either back stab people or goddamn boop their nose before disappearing again

[ofravage]

♥

[ here, have a starter ]six inch heels clicks against the ground, she makes no effort to mask her presence; there was no need. Evelynn did well to hide her true form; she replaces auburn locks behind her ears, golden eyes looking the surroundings with scrutiny. how amusingly terrifying zaun was at night, truly !the blade of a dagger shines as it is tossed in the air, falling back into her caramel hand with a faint sound. lips curls into a smile; silence like this was a change of pace- despite the few rats crawling from their holes here and there and the deep laments seemingly coming from all the city, it was refreshing.the Widowmaker's ears perks up, listening to a distant cry; a girl. it won't take long for her to either die or be shut down by whoever caused her to screech in such unpleasant manner. Evelynn shrugs, the sudden scream- more high pitched yet short was followed by only silence.an heavy silence for whoever had still half a soul.‘ people die so easily, it almost saddening. ’ she mutters while going on with her walk among the shadows created by the high buildings.

[ofravage]

oh uh - ♥ for an Eve directly in your askbox

[ofravage]

okay so this blog is still a wip but could you like/reblog if you would like to interact with a canon-divergent evelynn, from league of legends, blog ? thanks!

[ofravage]

memories of her life are blurry, incomprehensible mess merging together in a cacophony of screams and cries. she sees faces she doesn't remember, she hears unfamiliar voices; yet there is this one memory of a man, a beautiful man- when he smiles her heart seems to skip a bit and in his eyes she sees a comforting warmth. but his teethy smile turns into a grotesque grimace and his eyes become thin slits, a slender and black tongue slips over rough lips. he hisses and growls- or is it a laughter she hears ? as sounds overwhelms her ears and as her eyes widens before such display- she notices her. the woman that stole everything; arms wrapped around the shoulders of this cheating man. bastards. they smile, they laugh, their joy intoxicate her- drive her sick. and with a slice of her claws she tears herself from her reverie.