#beastialshimmer

[danciingashes]

@beastialshimmer asked: “Hold still— I need to clean it.” (Morgana, disguised, towards Shyvana)

Shyvana wasn't really in condition to move too much, but sadly that didn't mean she wasn't going to try. While even she knew she needed the help, she couldn't trust every stranger that she came across. Sadly, despite having the trust of the prince, a magical creature was still seen with distrust by a lot of demacians so she needed to be careful not to end up with her head detached from her shoulders.

Still, she couldn't do much except fuss about. Dragonic eyes were on the strange woman. She looked human but her scent was... different. Not something she was used to smell on demacians. Mountains.... herbs and even some type of bird. It made her at ease but not as much as perhaps as she should be.

The half dragon took a look at her injury, a slash at the leg that had bleed quicke a lot, and just didn't cause more trouble because this stranger had come to her aid.

— Aren't you worried to be helping out a dragon? — She couldn't help but to ask.

[viioletvale]

(drag) - sender drags reciever to / away from something (Naafiri towards Locke, just this image of a giant Darkin dog grabbing Locke by her jacket and dragging her butt away from danger)

Something wicked this way comes.

Or at least that is what everyone likes to say. Even now, in the scorching heat of the desert Locke could feel it. Knives slicing through her skin, the eyes of the desert glaring down upon him like the sun rays above. Something watched in the distance, ever presence, focused and lingering. Silence and faded into the heat haze, shimmering in the distance as heat swirled and raised waving and blurring together. It distorted her vision and she knew between the heat above and the sands below; it would stay like this the rest of the day.

Yet something drew her closer, calling to her. A deep siren's song singing to her, whispering out for help. Deep within the sands. Locke pulled out a canister to drink the water, urging the creature forward. Massive horns curved up and over, acting like a pair of handles. Long thick fur hang down though instead of making it too hot for the goat, it worked like a sheet to block the sand from getting underneath its coat. Thick ears flicked forward, and hooves stepped into the sand but didn't sink. "Dude, I envy you. Probably have a hump of water right here," Locke tapped the hump.

The goat shook her head, a little bleep sound out of her mouth and Locke nodded. "That's right, you can say that again. Once I find this thing… whatever it is, we'll get back and your going to get the biggest treat I can get you for bringing me out here. You deserve it darling," Locke reached up, ruffling the goat between the horns as a few more bleeps came from its mouth. Locke closed her eyes, focusing on the draw of the power that whispered even louder.

It had been over an hour now, and something hummed. Without a thought, Locke tugged the goat to a stop and stepped down.

Come to me. That whisper, now louder. Words more defined, singing into her ears. Locke's steps followed an invisible path as she squinted her eyes. "Who… are you?" Locke questioned, not sure if the voice heard. I am. I was. I see. Locke's brow furled, as it did not fully clarify but the broken words made it seem like whatever this was might be lost to time or something more. "Then…perhaps…. What are you?" She gave a different question as the whispering song rose. Devour-er. Death. Passage. One to another. Guardian. Demon. One of the same.

Demon. Yet, Locke wondered what a demon would be doing out here, along, whispering to someone who had come from the trees of Demacia. No, a demon would travel, not lure this far away. If she was truly a demon, there was something more to it, misunderstood, confused. "What… am I to you?" Locke spoke, as the voice grew louder.

Old relics stood in the sands, slowly sinking as the world was being devoured inch by inch. Pillars from the past eroding away from sandstorms and the heat of the sun. Old temples that were cracked and broken, barely able to hold anything. Ancient looking disc pointed toward the sun itself as Locke touched one. Bonded. Companion. Us. Us. US! The voice grew loud as Locke stepped back and covered her ears at the sudden shout.

One with us. Protector. Guardian. Demon. Devour-er.

Locke might not understand what she fully meant, but the voice clearly wanted Locke to help break them free, and Locke wanted to understand why. At the same time, her markings started to burn slightly; but not in a way like before when her mother slashed into them.

Now, it was like a soft burning as she had applied salves to them. Medicine of cooling warmth as they healed. She glanced down, noticing the soft glow of blue and brushed over them. As she stepped down carefully into the broken temple, she moved along and tried not to disturb anything. However, her eyes fell upon a massive pile of bones, falling all over the area. It was the skull that intrigued her.

There. Me. Us. We. we are one. Half bonded. Bond. Be one. Free us!

A knot twisted in her throat, as Locke found herself unsure of the path to take. She stepped around the skull. Its face had what looked like a shift around its face, sharply descended downwards into a snout extending forward. Small holes scattered along the top of the skull as Locke moved her hand over top of it. Enemy. Golden light betrayer. Do not trust the light nor the dark. trust truth.

Locke grinned, unable to help herself. "Now that, Lady, is something I love to hear. Its not about light or dark, demons or spirits. The one thing that matters in this damn twisted fucked up world. is Truth. And mortals seem to know how to lie the easiest. At least a demon is honest about what they want," Locke whispered and took a breath. It was a dangerous option, but this artifact could be of use, and something about it felt….. like home. Familiar, as if she was meant to be with it. So her hand wrapped around the crocodilian like skull.

However, before she realized it, something snapped around the top of her jacket and ripped her backwards. Locke held on to dear life to the skull, as several parts of the temple started to crash down. "FUCK!" Lock shouted, but before she had a chance to get up, whatever had her jacket was already pulling her up and out of the temple, as more rocks started to fall, and the temple was collapsing. Taking the skull must have done something. Perhaps this 'light bringer, or Golden light betrayer, had done something. Either way, the skull was safely in her hands and now Locke had to deal with the horrid sun all over again.

"Ugh, the damn sun, Thank you, fo----" Locke started, as she turned around, but instead of seeing anyone of note she stared at a set of bright red legs, fur coated along a set of paws. And her head slowly moved upward until she came face to face with the face of a massive dunehound, knives sprouting around her neck and teeth that could rip her throat to shred.

"Well…. Sparkles, I might be seeing you soon," Locke whispered to herself as she moved to stood up. "Let me make one note," Locke started as she dusted herself off, still holding the skull protectively in her arm. "I am chewy, lanky, and boney. i do not taste great going down, and I'm a tough fight, but i will fight! However, I get the inkling, there's more to this rescue then dinner. So, Pretty Pup, Why have you been following me?" Locke grinned, shifting her glasses and placing a hand on her hip.

If she was going to die, least she could do it in style.

[ioniawrath]

@beastialshimmer:

“Every scar on my body started as a lesson. Let’s see what you’ll teach me today.” (Morgana towards Irelia)

"I do not know what you've heard of me, Grovemother, but I take no pleasure in leaving scars on others." To begin with, such marks were rare—and when she did leave them, they were almost always final. Those who had witnessed her in battle knew that when she danced, others fell around her, never to rise again.

There was only one exception: a Noxian general who had survived her. But then, she had been only fourteen at the time.

"I am just... dancing, at the moment." Her blades rested close by, leaning against the roots of an ancient tree. For a practice such as this, Irelia needed her own body far more than the floating blades that accompanied her into war.

"Besides, I do not believe you fight with weapons. I have never seen you carrying any, and your stance does not imply continued use of one." Which, to Irelia, made the other woman far more dangerous.

"If still you would like to learn how my family fights, I can show you." She could not tell why, but she felt she could trust the stranger to a certain point.

[kindredsmercy]

» ❝you won't like what happens if you do that.❝

@beastialshimmer | the princess | shyvana for kayle

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&& - ignorance is one thing the winged protector is known for. she barely acknowledges the dragon, doesn't consider her words for even a moment. noise rings in her ears. she doesn't want to listen. they're nonsensical, it would take a lot more to make kayle reconsider.

she is justice, she is knowledge, if someone can make a decision about demacias fate, it would be her. no lowly dragon - that the people of demacia already despise - could stir her in a different direction. not even her sister could convince her to listen, as she is just as soiled as everyone else in this pitiful kingdom.

they'd forsaken the magic in the woods, in themselves, in the very earth beneath them, that flows through every person on runeterra - & punished those with a natural talent for it. they decided that having none was more natural than being interwoven with the essence that seeps out of every tree, out of every blade of grass, out of every animal & bug & ray of sunlight.

kayle had observed long enough. her breath hitches, ever so slightly & she catches herself in her emotion. the anger dwindles, just enough to process the words shyvana said.

maybe not today, maybe demacia won't fall today, but it will be soon. frankly, she is a little tired of watching. it's held together by prayers & human ignorance.

and if she doesn't do it, she is sure, they will eventually start eating each other, burning everything until nothing is left. no more crops, no more water, no more castles, no more woods, no magic, until everything disappears & they become desperate, feasting on whatever's left until they too, succumb.

kayle can not fathom human naivety, she can not understand what drives them.

but what she wants to know is, why someone with such magical roots would even think about defending people that wouldn't even wish her to be peacefully taken by kindred, but imprisoned & tortured & experimented on, malformed until not even lamb would be able to guide her to rest?

upon that thought, the ascended hesitates. finally, her gaze lands on the dragon. ❝what drives your empathy?❝, she inquires, beckoning her with a half-nod. ❝they've slain dragons before. what makes you think you'd be different?❝, is added after a small pause & the daughter of justice lifts her helmet. just enough that her bright golden eyes become visible.

the look in her eyes is enough to pierce shyvana's very conscience. her demeanor so calm, you can't tell if her chest rises with any breath. the only sign of her anger can be seen in her blinding eyes, or in the way her lip trembles ever so slightly.

it doesn't carry itself onto her voice. it stays contained. with the centuries, kayle has learnt to contain her anger, only unleash it when she absolutely needs to. she won't be doing that today. the last part of humanity inside of her is bothered that she let herself be caught in any kind of emotion.

that it was visible enough, just in the way she held her sword, just in the way she carried herself, for shyvana to tell that the winged protector was about to go back on their name, bring irony to their title. she recollects herself. ⋆｡°✩

[royleteas]

Fight or Flight

Closed starter for @beastialshimmer

His legs hurt. How long had he been running? No, don't think about that Zak, the moment you even start to focus on anything other than moving they'll catch you. That's how you got in this situation to begin with.

It had just been a bit of a light show, showing how his magical powers could let him make his fingertips light up and sparkle, that was it. But simple tricks didn't matter to the Mageseekers. He'd been so careful for years.

All to die in the forest.

"He's this way! Faster!"

The shouts were closer now, no doubt they had enlisted the help of horses to close in on him, not that they needed it at this point. Every part of his body was on fire, his lungs ached with each deserate gasp for air, legs were both heavy and weightless at the same time. It was that very same oxymoronic sensation that led to him tumbling over a tree root, his back impacting a hard surface and leaving him dazed.

Muffled shouts continued to get closer, thudding of hooves and armored boots sending tremors through the ground to his ears. He was done for, as good as dead.

"Please hear me," He whispered, his voice betraying him in the moment. "Please help me, Veiled Lady."

[viioletvale]

@beastialshimmer - continued ask

Just enough will power, enough humanity (or what she had) to know she had to stay here. Stay here, stay put, until she could figure this out. It had never happened before, and she didn't know what happened. All she knew was that she was dealing with problems in the undercity with Jinx, and they had come face to face with Caitlyn and herself. But what happened next confused Vi. Danger loomed over Caitlyn from above, such a rare situation to ponder for the vampiress. Vi could have used her gauntlets, she had her fist, her claws, her fangs.

Instead her body shifted, thick red hair sprouted over her body, the already towering six foot five inch tall woman grew up to nine foot tall. Her slender tail became bushier, mix between a wolf and a fox. Ears flicked on top of her head. But what looked most horrifying was the screamed which ripped through Vi's throat with angonising pain to her vocal cords as the muzzle pushed out of her face. Cracking bones, shifting teeth. It happened in seconds. Where stood Vi, instead was a towering Warg wolf fox. Brilliant red hair, clothing torn from her body not able to handle to size difference.

Vi lashed forward and ripped into the one overhead, her muzzle grabbing the man by the throat and throwing him over and bones snapped instantly. The woman worked so fast, and in seconds they were all dead. Blood dripped from her fangs and she quickly turned those blue eyes to Caitlyn. Instead of happiness that her mate was safe; Vi shimmered with fear. Jinx warged out! Jinx had the power to shift, to move between forms. NOT VI! Instantly she sprinted away.

And that's why Jinx found her, chained, muzzled, wrapped around herself not sure what to do anymore. The smell of food caused Vi's nose to lift up, sniffing through the wires of the muzzle. Her mouth watered, saliva dripping from her mouth but Vi tried to ignore it. She moved into the corner curled into herself. "Hrrrh," She whined, putting her claws up over her face and hiding.

A small hint of calm spread over Vi as Jin scratched behind her ear and her shoulders lower with her tail wagging around. "Hrrrg," Vi growled, grabbing at her collar and chain as if she needed it. She curled around it more, needing to stay close to it. But slowly, Jinx distracted her, the petting behind the ear, underneath her chin. Vi leaned her head out, her foot started to tap against the wall as she closed her eyes. She didn't catch Jinx's words, when suddenly the tight feeling of the collar feel off her throat and the heavy thunk of the chain.

Vi's eyes snapped open and she snapped. Her jaws clamped shut and stared at the one who messed with her. Blue hair, cobalt bright and blue. Shimmering purple eyes like… like…. Vi slammed her claws down on the ground as she stared at the woman. Her mind couldn't wrap around a name, as she turned on her feet, her tail bristled and her ears went back. "ARRRGH!" Vi snapped, growling out at her as saliva flung from her muzzle. All the petting, all the kindness, the kisses; Vi forgot about. Territory and taking away her safety she wanted. She moved closer, smelling Jinx and narrowing her eyes upon her.

A clawed paw shoved against Jinx's chest to push her down and towered over her. She laid there, and Vi waited. Anticipation building in the beast for the creature under her claws to run, to attack, to fight. Anything to spur the beast inside to rip her apart. Nothing, she laid there, quietly. Vi's eyes narrowed, leaning down and pressing her muzzle against one side of her face and forcing it to the side and sniffing against her ear and hair. "…grrr," A subtle rumble against her throat, before she moved to force Jinx's face to turn the other way, pushing her cheek against the ground. She continue to sniff at her, not smelling any kind of threat.

Instead, there was a familiarity to her scent, something on her skin that made Vi curious. Her claw still stayed on Jinx's chest, those talons digging slightly into flesh but not trying to rip her a part yet. In fact, as the claws pierced her skin slightly, the smell of her blood made Vi's nose wiggle and sniff the air. Sweet, sickly sweet. Vi moved the claw on the chest and lifted her hand as if inspecting it. Still trying to figure out the one below her. Her tongue slipped out and licked at the Shimmer before shaking her head and instantly sneezing. Familiarity swam in the taste of that blood as she gazed back down.

And then… Vi cocked her head to the left. Her ears flicked forward, trying to understand this familiarity. The taste, the smell…. kin. KIN! The blue hair one didn't look like a fox, didn't smell like a fox. nor a wolf… but she tasted like kin, she smelled like kin. Had to be. Vi cocked her head then to the right, as if that might help her figure it out. Shifted backwards a little so her massive way didn't lay down on her legs, she did lean forward to lick around her collarbones were she had punctured her skin.

A thick wet tongue coated Jinx's wounds in her saliva, trying to make up for her sudden outburst. an apology through care and tenderness. Afterward, she sat on her rear, unsure of what to do with her kin. She didn't have fur, she couldn't roll or bite her, she might hurt her. So Vi carefully lifted up her paw and curled her fingers into a fist and nudged her a little. "arrr… arrr!" Vi's tail swished around slightly, as if trying to offering some means of show that it was safe now.

Most of all; Vi tried to take care of her in apologize. She didn't know this blue hair woman was kin and still was scared. Nothing made sense to her, no smells, no sounds, everything was too much.

Her claws moved over to reach for the muzzle and held it in her paws. "Grrrh hfff!" little rumble barks came as Vi pressed the caged muzzle around her snout and then moved it back and pawed at the straps. She couldn't put it back on. But she pressed it up against her face again and plopped her snout down on Jinx's lap, keeping the caged muzzle on her face. Begging in a way to have it back.

She almost hurt her kin.

[ioniawrath]

@beastialshimmer: 🌹

Irelia had learned to be wary of outsiders, and it took little effort to discern that this woman was not Ionian, which meant she had likely arrived on the First Lands' shores aboard a Noxian vessel. The thought alone set her blood on fire.

Behind her, her blades hovered at the ready. They awaited only the dancer's signal to sing through the air and through anyone who dared threaten Irelia or her beloved homeland.

"A flower…?" One elegant brow arched in skepticism. Too kind. Too gentle. No Noxian approached with neutral gestures, let alone offerings of beauty. The contradiction deepened the furrow between her brows.

"As lovely as it may be," she said, her tone measured but cool, "I must decline. If you wish to make me an ally—or at the very least, not an enemy—then offer me your name and your purpose here. Those are currencies I value far more than a bloom that will wither in a matter of days."

[kindredsmercy]

cont. from x | @beastialshimmer

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&& - whenever the thunder lights up the room, it compliments maddie's peaceful expression. freckles line extremely pale cheeks, small body covered in only a big white, shirt, used as something akin to a night gown.

sleeping in a stranger's bed feels like home to the young girl. she's in her element when her eyes flutter at the slightest movement, dragging her out of her slumber much faster than you'd expect. caitlyn may no longer be a stranger to her, but her mission remains the same: nothing about her breathing changes & in the dark, you wouldn't notice that she's no longer asleep.

it's hard to make out anything in the room, only that caitlyn had gotten up & that despite how careful she'd walked over to the windowsill, the noxian had counted every step. she times her own movements with the window opening, it conceals any sound the blanket may have made & the rest of the job is done by the thunder & pouring rain. it lets her put step after step & then observe caitlyn like a cat stalking her prey.

bright blue eyes almost glow whenever the thunder dies down enough to allow some darkness in. from the many times she'd observed the piltovan, she'd learned a few things. the most glaring one is that she's hiding something. she can't put her finger on it, but she can tell when someone isn't being entirely truthful with her. surely ambessa could tell something is up, too.

maddie doesn't say anything. doesn't even try to alert caitlyn to the fact she'd awakened. her behavior could be interpreted odd, but her big blue eyes & ginger hair could never mean harm, could they?

when caitlyn wretches like a sick dog, maddie is close enough to feel the wet gust of wind coming from the window. it's not long after when caitlyn turns around & the startle from the commander makes maddies expression soften.

─ ❝ longer than you might think ❝, she jokes in response, refusing to elaborate. a small hand reaches out, thumb & index finger tracing over slightly wet lips, letting spit dissolve.

the smile that settles on her own lips is gentle, like a friend or family member meaning to soothe. only when caitlyn continues to speak, she retracts her hand, does a cute fake trip over her feet just as she's redirected to the bed. ❝ you're no fun! ❝ maddie stabilizes, before reconsidering and just letting herself drop backwards onto the bed.

─ ❝ fine, I'll wait for you. right here. ❝ ⋆｡°✩