@heartate DRAVEN for AHRI
word of the afternoon's fight had spread like wildfire throughout noxus, spreading to the edges of the empire within days. his men had traversed the wild lands of ionia to find him a prize worthy of his station: a vastaya of some kind, he had been told, with bestial powers beyond that of the land's usual people. he had lost half a dozen men to the beast's claws, making his upcoming victory all the sweeter. draven! draven! draven! ah, he could hear the chants of his adoring crowd already.
he had made his way down to the dungeon where he kept his prey, reminiscing in the smell of blood that permeated the stone walls. every monster that had been slain by his hand or another had once been kept down here, spending the last few hours of its life caged and terrified. this one would surely be no different.
the sight he was greeted with when he approached the beast's cell surprised him: they had described a raging feral beast, not a beautiful woman. plush tails surrounded her like a luxury boudoir, and draven questioned for a moment whether or not his men had brought her down here as a joke. was this a gift for him before the fight? surely they knew better than to distract him prior to the bloodshed.
"ah hell, sweetheart, you know I don't normally fuck before a good fight, but ain't you just a perfect gift from my boys -- have you seen the beast i'm about to fight? because that shit's gonna be my favourite fur coat once I get it processed... just like these pretty little tails of yours actually."
