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Shyvana regarded the man before her, lean, mysterious. Not like the men of Demacia. She knew he once was a commoner yet had somehow garnered the favor of the a Noxian general, a nobleman. The details of this, however, evaded her. She felt akin to him due to this but his profession, his city state, those were not things she could approve of.

“Lay a hand on the Royalty of Demacia and I will end you.” She stated, before turning to leave. She had no time for those who killed for something as pathetic as money.

#talon #asks #omg sorry for the grumpy dragon bitch #also we have the same theme #ouo!!#rxzorsedge

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Open RP [Friend or Foe?]

After arriving to this place Garen had made a few adjustments to his armor, he had removed the outer chest plate and shoulderguards, making him less bulky when he walked, Afterall he didnt need the protection anymore…Did he? He removed the plates with etched logo’s and lowered the scarf so it fit better around his neck, he had his sword stashed in his room, and made meerily around the town, he held interesting conversations with many people, The town was becoming more vibrant and with every passing hour it seemed like more groggy champions were appearing. After a while on one particular day, he walked out of the now renowned bakery ran by the Rakkor Pantheon, he spotted a figure he did not recognize, eager to find out who it was Garen walked over and spoke, his voice clearly recognizable. “The Might of Demacia see’s you there friend”

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Shyvana flinched, the familiar voice ringing in her ears. She already knew he was here, of course - Jarvan had been quick to mention him, though she was still not overly happy about it. There were few Demacians here, even fewer from the Prince’s guard, and Shyvana would have preferred many others over the Crownguard boy.

As she turned she found his usually armor clad frame bare, as was her own, though he seemed far happier about the situation than she herself.

“Friend? You speak as though you do not recognize me, Garen.” She spoke simply, tone almost bored. She had finished trying to impress the other long ago. He was not going to trust her and as such she would not let his judgements bother her. “Though if you are so quick to give kind words to any of the scum roaming these streets then perhaps it is I who does not recognize you.”

#garen #garenofd #hello there!#sorry about the grumpy dragon

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Familiar Faces [closed]

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Well this was unexpected.

The half dragon Demacian immediately demonstrated their city state’s display of reverence to royalty, one knee to the ground and a fist across their heart. Demacia now and forever.

The Prince stood back with his mouth agape, surprised to see a familiar face. His run in with Garen earlier had stated that other Demacians were inhabitants here, and it seemed to be that the ratio to Noxians was much higher. Closing his mouth, he reached out and set his a bare hand on Shyvana’s head, ruffling her hair slightly.

“Rise, Shyvana.” His voice was commanding and his face retained its hard and stoic nature, waiting for her to stand. When she would stand, he would greet her with a warm smile, embracing the woman in a friendly embrace.

“Aside from Garen, you’re the only one here I have been so happy to see. My roommate is another problem.”

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She couldn’t help but take some pleasure from the hair ruffle, even if it was such a small gesture. Shyvana was still not quite used to affectionate contact, her youth away from humans had left her rather solitary and dragons did not often show kindness to one another without ulterior motives.

She rose, slowly raising her gaze to look at him - surprised to see a warm smile. The next thing she knew she as in his arms if only for a moment.

She could feel a blush spread quickly across her cheeks though she hoped it was not highly noticeable against her strange complexion.

“Garen is here too?” She tried hard to keep the disappointment from her tone. Garen had never been the most welcoming to the half-dragon and she could tell he didn’t trust her. She would have far preferred Jarvan’s other favored soldier, Xin Zhao.

“A roommate?” Shyvana didn’t like the idea, a Prince should not be made to room with a stranger. It was far too dangerous, even for one as heroic as he. “Well, if he is a problem I can see if it is one we can quickly dispose of.”

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Curiosity @Rumble

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As she talked, Rumble wrote. He tapped the pen against the pad and nodded. “"Thanks! I’m definitely going to look more into this.” He smiled up at Shyvana “"Sorry, haha, Bones are kind of my… Profession. I think I creep my roommate out with all the skeletons in our rooms. Then again he probably sees it as food.” Rumble swallowed and shook his head, “"nah that’s the only question I had. I’m sorry if it was a touchy subject.”

He sniffed, beginning to turn around, then something sprang to his mind, “"Hey, actually Shyvana, would you like to grab something to eat later? Trying to find my way around still, and I kinda am friendless apart from my roommate. Of course, you’re fully obliged to decline!”

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“Glad to be of assistance.” And she was. It was strange but she actually enjoyed being around people now. Those damn Demacians and their over optimistic attitude had begun to rub off on her over the months. She gave him a weary look over mention of his roommate... Were there people here she had to worry about? “It’s fine. I am far less coy than most humans seem to be. The functions of the body are not something to be embarrassed over.”

She began to turn away from the other, considering her usefulness spent, when he spoke one more.

“No, it’s fine.” She spoke slowly, cautiously. She had spent little time socializing with those outside the Demacian ranks and as such she was pretty sparse on friendships as well. What would it hurt to extend the hand of friendship to a neighboring city state. “I shall accompany you.”

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Curiosity @Rumble

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Rumble scratched the back of his head and tapped the notepad with his pen. “"Well, I just wanted to know, what happened to your bone structure when you turned into you dragon form, back on the rift? Always got me curious, hahaha.” He chuckled, biting his lip, incredibly interested in her.

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“I see,” Her mouth stretched into a smile, it was not a pleasant one. More a baring of teeth. Some habits were hard to break. “Well I’ll tell you, it is not a pleasant experience. The bones break, grow or shrink and reform every time I change to accommodate for the size difference. When I was young it would take hours. Over time, however, the body learns to adjust. And the rage helps to numb the pain, of course.”

She laughed, it was so strange, people being interested in her every quirk. It came with being one of a kind, she guessed.

“Is there anything else?”

Curiosity @Rumble

“"Yes, hello! Rumble, Anthropology student! I just wanted to ask a few questions, well more like one.” He nodded, it now being apparent that he clutched a notepad in hand, obviously to take notes. “"Would you mind?”

She chuckled, a deep echoing sound. It was amusing, the way he clutched at his notepad. Eyes wide with childlike wonder. Almost cute. Shyvana had had much experience with curiosity since entering the human world and it never failed to entertain her.

“Go ahead, boy, but make it quick.”

#rumbl e #hello here u go!

The yordle cleared his throat, raising his hand to say something to the half-dragon, but stopped, calming himself once more, he took a deep breath and inhaled. "Excuse me, Shyvana, is it?"

Shyvana arched a brow at the other. A Yordle. she hadn’t exactly spent much time around them, they looked a little too much like lunch to her, though of course she would not harm the name of Demacia by doing something as barbaric as that.

“Yes, it is I. And who are you?”

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Anger Management @Braum

Shyvana felt... stupid. She felt weak.

Yet here she was.

Already she could feel it inside her, ready to irrupt. She had been so frustrated since arriving here, so angry. But there were civilians here and though in her past life, with her father, she may not have cared now she did.

She used to see humans as beneath her, they hunted her kind yet feared them at the same time. They deserved to die for what they had done to her one great lineage... But since joining the Demacian ranks she had realised most of their anger and fear came from ignorance and she should perhaps not be so quick to dismiss a whole side of her being...

So she found herself here, the office of the town therapist.

With a sigh she knocked. “Hello, may I enter?”

#smilebraum #closed

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Familiar Faces [closed]

A new roommate already , and he hasn’t even been here more than a day.

Wonderful.

Though through political tactics, he knew that he should make himself known. Possible alliances for this new… town they were in would certainly help in the long run.

He’d vacated his dorm that evening when classes were over. The first day wasn’t too terrible, most of the students knew who he was. Lesson plans he’d seemingly written out were clear and was able to carry on with ease.

He knocked twice, waiting for a response.

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She might as well have been naked.

Shyvana rubbed the thin cloth of her skirt between two fingers, a look of disgust on her face. What good would this do her in battle?

She had spent much of her youth in nothing but her own skin, changing freely between forms, but now that she spent most of her time with humans she appreciated the necessity of clothing, but it should at least be useful. Her armour added to her already thick skin making her a hard foe to injure in battle but these small swathes of fabric were little more than decoration. Frivolous and pointless.

Before she could wallow in her own annoyance further there was a knock at the door, she felt a spike in her anger. What on Earth did she have to do now?

Grabbing the knob and pulling the door open she readied her venomous words.

But they never came.

She stood for a moment, embarrassed at her display of rage in front of the Prince, the man she admired most after her late father.

“Prince Jarvan,” She dropped to one knee before him, bowing her head, a little too aware of the way her skirt rid up her thighs. “How may I be of assistance?”

#jarvan #oh hi :3