#cadavercreator

[sun-scorned]

"Rhaast." His booming voice refuses to be ignored as Aatrox locks onto his brethren, "The time for carnage is upon us. Join me in battle with the meek mortals." [cadavercreator]

The temptation to be literal and say something fun like ‘with mortals? I thought you fought against them’ is sadly overwhelmed by the temptation to not be smashed into a paste by that absurd meat cleaver of a sword.

“Can’t. I....” really should have thought of a better excuse sooner “....don’t want to.”

Even odds on whether that’s a better or worse explanation than ‘I’m not allowed’.

[herpotions]

♠ [cadavercreator]

Or send ♠ for something they dislike.

“Well... uh.... You never come frolic or play games with me! Frolicking is good for the soul you know! I will keep tagging you until you play with me.”

[sun-scorned]

♤ [ cadavercreator ] :)

“You don’t give up. Even when everyone’s against you and there’s no hope, you keep fighting, because how dare they expect you to submit.”

[herpotions]

"Your skills with the sword have improved tenfold under my tutelage," The Darkin stood over her, arms folded, with a stoic expression that wasn't completely stern, "Well done." [cadavercreator]

“You- you really think so?” Sword held tightly between her hands Vana stared up at Aatrox, grin spreading across her features. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. She had been working really hard to take in and learn all that Aatrox was teaching her - sudden acknowledgement of that - praise even - had surprised her. “I... thank you.” Vana dipped her head respectfully to her teacher. “Dad.” The last word slipped out, unintentional, thoughtless, hands slapped over her mouth. “I mean...” She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, looking away. “Ah...”

[herpotions]

vana: im baby aatrox: *weary sigh*

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[herpotions]

In the early morning, sun rays barely dancing across the horizon, there is a harsh flurry of knocks on the healer's door. The impatient figure stands back, with nothing but a perplexed expression, positioning the husk of his greatsword to keep some modesty. "Wake up. I am... in need of assistance." [cadavercreator]

Vana wakes up with a start at the sound of knocking on her door. Then... a voice. That sounded like... but it couldn’t be - could it? Getting out of bed the healer rushes to her door and swings it open.

“Ah!” She’s quick to cover her eyes when she sees a naked stranger at her door. Peeking through her fingers she does notice a somewhat familiar looking sword. Could it really be? Hands fall from her face as she studies the other’s features for a brief second.

“Come in, come in, before somebody sees you.” Vana ushers the other in, confusion plain on her face. Closing the door she grabs one of her robes from a rack and tosses it in his direction.

“What... happened?” She finally asks, still visibly confused.

[herpotions]

"Do you not consider me your Teacher, then?" [cadavercreator]

“Well, you are teaching me so... technically....” Vana trailed off before raising a question of her own. “Do you not consider me your friend, then?”

[sun-scorned]

"I have a solution to your little problem, Rhaast. Call forth the Trickster. Let it show it's mocking, stolen mortal face before us both." Lips were strained into a wide smile across Aatrox's face, though it remained obvious what fury boiled beneath.

// @cadavercreator

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"What? No! That would just make everything worse. If you kill her like you probably have planned, then I'll be out the one person willing to loan me a body. Then it's either force a series of poor fools into the same fate as me, or never breathe again. No way, I am absolutely not-"

A portal opens. Rhaast sighs, and as if on cue, Zoe skips out of it.

"Hey Rhaast! I heard you talking about me, and-"

Zoe looks up. And up some more. That guy is really taller than he needs to be. Must be an Ascended thing. Oh, well. "You must be Aatrox. Have you ever considered not making war on mortalkind? I think that'd be nice."