Arachnid's Embrace.

Elise The Spider Queen. Nobody | Apartment R-3| May use "Cocoon" 3 times a day. Affiliated with Citta Alveare.

[reinearaignee]

{{ Please keep a Sona with you at all times, in case you are in need of heals. }}

[niceaxe-blog]

"Feels good to know Draven’s in your presence again, huh? I don’t think I wanna know how you breath if you call people ‘mouth’breathers. I’m sure it’s the same place your bullshit comes out of." He gave her a snide smirk, a hand on his chin and head tilted in fake wonder. 

[reinearaignee]

"Perhaps I do not give you enough credit, Executioner," she murmured, her voice a low hiss. "However, I have no choice but to deeply pity a man so infatuated with himself. Forbidden romance must  be a weathered path to tread." 

[reinearaignee]

niceaxe started following you

"It appears as if the other half to the muscle-headed duo has arrived. This city will soon be overflowing with mouthbreathers."

[reinearaignee]

"Death and doom, miss death and doom!" Runs up to spider lady.

"An apt title, yordle."

[hehathnofury]

"Hmph. It sounds as though you’ve become obsolete."

[reinearaignee]

"In a realm apart? Partially, yes. However, the fact that I may exist here simply proves that he may extend his reach wherever he pleases. I am allowed my power, gifted from Him, and that is enough."

[schemingseductress-blog]

"By the way~ Did you know supports and tank champions are definitely masochists~?"

[reinearaignee]

"You are not the first to express such a sentiment. Perhaps you are correct in thinking so."

[horsdevoured]

"And what manner of being are you?"

She certainly wasn’t a chimera ant, despite the insectoid appearance. Did she bare some sort of relation with Cassiopeia?

[reinearaignee]

"Manner of being...?"

Elise canted her head just so, crimson eyes narrowing in muted suspicion at the stranger's unexpected forwardness. 

"A queen of spiders. A hungry God's living vessel. A proud woman. Any of these will suffice."

[reinearaignee]

theantking started following you

  "My, my. Aren't we eccentric?"

[theredbountyhunter-deactivated2]

"Such a boring day…"

[reinearaignee]

"Perhaps you should endeavor to make it much more interesting."

[hehathnofury]

"I fail to see why a vessel of God would deign to speak with me. Are the heavens lacking in entertainment? Come to poke fun at us, I suppose."

[reinearaignee]

"Vilemaw is not of this world, or yours. It is not difficult to discern that whatever land you hail from is spectacularly different from my own, and his layer within the Shadow Isles is not a welcoming home for outsiders. He wants nothing but nourishment from foolish men who so eagerly walk to him, but outside his realm, I am naught but an extended fang."

[alluringmurder]

Another Dream? (Open/Intro)

[alluringmurder]

Like something from a fable, how did this woman so closely resemble an arachnid? Not just any arachnid, at that. Body like an hourglass, deadly and bewitching. Both elegant and sinister. And it wasn’t even her form that startled Lycoris the most, it was her eyes.

Death surrounded her, much like it did Lycoris, but there was more than that. An unspeakable terror filled her body, causing everything to shut down. Frozen. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t speak, she simply stared into Elise’s eyes until she released her from this trance. And when the gaze eased up, she could feel a breathless gasp escape her lips. What a fool she must have looked like. Or perhaps you would have to be a fool not to freeze under the daunting gaze of the spider queen. 

But there was some warmth in her presence, she reminded Lycoris of someone she knew…

She collected herself enough to converse, weariness taking over the fear in her expressions. She gently released her grip from the other and kept her gaze locked on those eyes. “Please, take me there…” Hesitance. So much hesitance. It would pay to stay on guard. 

[reinearaignee]

Yes, that's it. Sweet trepidation. 

Elise's rubied eyes lingered upon the girl's reluctant features, every fiber of the spider queen's being relishing the horrors this girl felt from her presence. She had always been considered a woman so deadly, so quick to strike the killing blow-- yet, the elation from toying with people and fiends alike brought her much more pleasure than ending a life or viciously assaulting another. Striking paralyzing fear into the hearts of many with dark natured humor muttered in a honeyed voice  was Elise's game, and one she enjoyed far, far too much.

"Certainly."

She inclined her head and shoulders to the girl, a curt and jerky movement, the legs upon her back sweeping gracefully with the almost mocking bow. Elise would be thrilled to escort the young female to her dwelling, her distinct curiosity about the strange scent rising from her skin easily getting the better of the arachnid woman's judgment.

With a nonchalant wave of her wrist, Elise gestured in the opposite direction, towards an adjacent sector. The complexes were still quite a ways away-- well away from the main roads and attractions each district possessed. 

"If you are unopposed to a guide such as I, that is," she murmured, her voice dripping with poisoned sugar. 

[hehathnofury]

"What are you, some manner of demon? Because if so, I’ve already laid waste to one of your kind. The mortal standing before you can be damn hard to put down."

[reinearaignee]

"Do not presume to mix me in with whatever fabled beast you have slain. I am no demon of the void, nor am I some simpering human sacrifice foolish enough to challenge anyone that comes my way. I am a vessel, of sorts, for the will of a God much more powerful than you could imagine, dearest."

[hehathnofury]

"Seeing as how we’re in the business of asking questions, what do you hope to gain from baiting me?"

[reinearaignee]

"Naturally, it's what I do best. I would be nothing without the competence to lure; it is in my nature, irate mortal."

[reinearaignee]

hehathnofury started following you

  "What a sour countenance. Is your face perpetually stuck in such a surly position?"

[alluringmurder]

Another Dream? (Open/Intro)

Burning. Her flesh burned as if flames were engulfing her. Yet, she didn’t feel alarmed of fearful. The heat that would tear her apart calmed her, the screaming in the distance grew further and further away. And through these flames she heard a gentle voice. Lycoris…

She jolted upwards, her body drenched in sweat. The sweet scent of poison mixed in with the chemicals, leaving a sickening odor to linger in the air.  Where am I…? Her vision became distorted and the sounds coming from the television were muffled. The difference between reality and her dream ever so slowly became apparent. 

"This is…"

An unfamiliar voice spoke baffling and unfamiliar words. However, one thing was clear, she was far from home. Upon realization of this, the feeling that overwhelmed her was indescribable. Relief and joy mixed with paranoia. Was she free… was she taken captive? The line between the two were so small at this point, perhaps both. And although she could not grasp the concept, this was her chance to start over. A reason for elation. 

The redhead stood up, straightening her petticoat and fluffing her dress. Her poisonous sweat covered her clothing, leaving her feeling uneasy. She needed to get in a change of clothing quickly. One could only hope that this apartment of hers would have what she needed. Now was not the time to speculate her situation, that would come later. Life was preserved by quickly acclimatizing.

A step out the door into this crazy new world. She was so out of place in her frilly white dress and extravagant accessories. No matter the details, Lycoris checked for the place she would be staying. Now she simply needed to get there. Think, think. This place is bustling full of people…

She kept her distance as she waved someone down. 

"Excuse me…!" 

"Could you perchance… help me find my home?"

Aaaand they passed her without a word. A heavy sigh immediately leaving the lolita’s lips. Now was no time to give up hope. She reached out to someone once more, this time grabbing their clothing with her delicate gloved hand in hopes she could make them listen to what she has to say.

"Please, would you help me find, erm…. apartment M-2?” 

She didn’t really know what an apartment even was, but that’s where she would apparently be staying. She gave the stranger a kind smile, but desperation laid underneath. She really needed to change clothing before someone gets harmed from her sweat. 

[reinearaignee]

It was rare that any individual outside those who knew of the Spider Queen would dare approach her-- the woman's haunting stature and deceitful, merciless nature was often enough to drive away unwanted contact from those who would find her as repulsive as she strove to be in the first place. Still, despite Elise's daunting presence, in the calm of a chaotic mass of people, a single hand had closed around the material of the woman's bodice, begging her attentions for whatever reason.

Mm...?

The woman turned, spying the single gloved hand before looking upon the face that so eagerly awaited response. The younger female held herself rather meekly, brows drawn together in a desperate juxtaposition to her friendly smile. Still, regardless of appearance, the girl would have to be exceedingly fearless to have grasped a hold of Elise without warning, proof that she was more than likely a specimen with more depth than was obviously presented. She held the girl's hardened gaze for a moment before answering, harboring the tiniest hope that an ounce of regret would set in upon the girl's features. Though Elise had no malicious intent yet, her favorite pastime was, undoubtedly, to toy with anyone that would brave a glance. 

"Your apartment?" she echoed, a trickle of toxic amusement flowing through her words. 

As she spoke, a strange perfume lingered between the two, the woman's nostrils flaring. It was somewhat familiar, yet still foreign and deep, making for an almost... serene confusion of the senses. It was dark as sin, and still, almost palatable. What could this girl possibly be? 

"The housing complexes are elsewhere, my dear-- out of sight from such a busy area as this," she answered somewhat vaguely, lips pulled taut in a ghost of a smile. "Perhaps you are lost? I am well-versed in the direction. I could... easily lead you there."

[guillotineofnoxus]

The voice stabbed into him with more venom than any blade, her presence falling upon like a sheet of rain, bitter and cold. His fists clenched in preparation of an incoming conflict, but it was far from that simple. No, she was simply there to watch him struggle and suffer, as was her nature. At that moment, he could have forgotten all about Demacia with how much loathing and contempt he held for this woman right then and there. So much so that his wounds were temporarily disregarded. 

Taking up his axe, he took a massive swing at the Spider Queen, all his ferocity used in a single violent action. However, there was a heavy cost as his actions inflamed the already provoked wounds and caused more blood to spill forth. Not even his strength could save him from the pain he felt then and there, a howl of agony passing through his lips as he fell to his knees, eyes white as slate yet again as his mind returned to primal instinct. He looked up to the unnatural being, his visage soaked in rage, teeth stained in blood yet bared fiercely in defiance of her presence.

"W-Why are you h-here?!"

[reinearaignee]

"As muscle-headed as ever. How distasteful," she mused, completely disregarding his question for a brief window of time.

His axe, swung foolishly out of petty abhorrence, had graced the flesh of Elise's right thigh, parting the lop layer of muscle as if it were common table butter. It had not been near as forceful as the strikes he was famous for, and yet, she had still expected it. Her own sweet claret bubbled to the surface of her skin, lazily oozing down against the fresh tear in her clothing. The heavy bouquet of iron had risen to meet her nostrils, both vile and disgustingly sweet-- it marked him as vulnerable, an easy plaything for Elise, yet she could not help but truly pity his predicament in the slightest.

"Do not trouble yourself with crazed defense."

She knelt, paying little attention to the retaliation gash she'd received. She would bitterly lick her wounds in private at a later time, as was the norm. She would not let this overly-gruff, thick-skulled menace see her wince; it would heavily defeat the purpose of her dark-natured taunting. She pulled her lips back into a thin line, choosing to focus her energies on the heap of angry warrior in front of her. However, despite her toxic words and horrid nature, she would not lower herself to a common thug's level by attacking a man that was already down. There was no merit in the act-- not here, away from the Rift.

"You waste your breath. I will not pick at your remains like a vulture. Your assumptions wound me," 

[reinearaignee]

My timing sucks. 

I don't like giving people too much work. Ah well. 

I'll prolly be doin' it some more later.