#!talon

[futuredagger]

[theworld-ender]

Talon amber eyes were wide, and alert. This being, its existence wasn't impossible to him, but he didn't think they were truly real. For once, Talon felt something. It was fear.

The darkin had payed no mind to the small human, his steps causing the ground to shake as he coninued his march through the dark forests surrounding noxus. He had slept in demacia, now he was here, slowly travelling south to meet his brother in a much warmer climate.

He inhales, the scent of the man dancing in the wind. It was like death. Something that didnt belong with the smell of the trees that shaded the entire area. ”You smell of blood.” he says, eyes scanning the area. ”But you are not of my kin. Yet you stay in the shadow.”

[futuredagger]

[futuredagger]

[theworld-ender]

Is it true? There is an old legend, battlefields darkening under the shadow of your wings.

“I do not merely cast a shadow. Those who are under my wings shall receive death by my blade. I am more than just a shadow, I am oblivion to those who face me.”

[theworld-ender]

askthebladesshadow replied to your post: Is it true? There is an old legend, battlefields...

Then the legend can’t be true

“Then you are a moron for believing it.”

[corveill]

@diplomatic-steel

“Which part? The rapidly rotating blades perfect at cutting bone, or the fact that the robot can scream?”