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Smash or Pass
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– – – Smash or Pass – – –
The Executioner hummed in thought, idly spinning one of his axes around his wrist while he leaned on the other.
“Hmm… Maybe. Yer cute, I’ll give ya that, but I think I gotta get ‘t know ya a little better before makin’ that call. ….or get a few drinks in me, ‘n we’ll see how the night goes~”
deus--irae replied to your post “swain vlad and rhaast”
"Rhaast is pretty admirable. He rekts you completely and then keeps under the arm, letting you sleep while he watches over you. Best choice possible."
“ I mean... I can do without the whole ‘watching over’ and ‘cuddling’ part. The first bit sounds enticing, though. “
Draven picks up a large book, the pages full of depictions of monsters alike: some large, some small, some in-between, some mythos, some legend, some dead, some alive, and everything one could think of. He blows the dust off, opens to the first page, and nods whilst stroking his fu manchu.
“Draven can’t believe he put away this Husband Catalog for so long...”
Sinday? Just another day dedicated to worshiping Draaaaven!!
☼ [nihil-remedium]
“Don’t fucking preach to me like I’m some laughable fool!”
Punctuated by the sound of his harness hitting the floor, axes making more noise than necessary despite how gently they were set down, Draven’s words dripped with as much venom as the one before him possessed. Or at least that’s what it felt like. He hated conversing with other Noxians, especially those who thought themselves to be better than him. Though Cassiopeia’s words weren’t unwarranted; recklessness and confidence were formulas for disaster, especially in Draven’s case, and he was the one tracking blood through her home. After all, subtlety wasn’t his style especially when it came to entrances.
Whether or not that was his own blood was yet to be determined. If questions were asked, he’d never admit to getting himself hurt. He was experienced, a professional, and the best out there; none could match him nor blemish his image in such a way- though he had to admit he rocked red way better than expected. But when questions, persistent and invading, were thrown at him, Draven’s mood soured and bordered on outright anger. Aggressiveness never was his best quality.
“Just my luck that your place was the closest. You just gonna sit there or do I have to tear this place apart for something to clean myself off with?”
@nihil-remedium
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thoughts
❝ Beauty and savagery incarnate. She is a god I have not had the pleasure of meeting quite yet. Though I pray I do not stray too far from marked paths, I’d be blessed to be in her presence. To be the one to shepherd the lost back to safety is an admirable station. ❞
❝ Ha-HAH ! Another god for Draaaaven to challenge in glorious combat ! A god of the wilds, no less. Well you know what they say, let the hunt begin, baby. ❞