May 6, 2018
@amadcus
A vision of red stood outside the door of the Grand General’s office. The bleak skies outside of the walls didn’t seem to affect her - lips as red and silky as the maroon waves that fell around her shoulders, lace dress crawling up her neck in a striking contrast to the pale skin beneath. She was a walking image of what the men of the Noxian army always fell to.
Evelynn knocked twice on the tall doors, if only out of courtesy before barging in with a half-lidded gaze.
“Swain, dear,” she purred, her form seeming to flicker with the way the eldritch power battled against her own, “you have got to stop advising me to stop preying on your forces. A girl’s gotta eat.”