#justicetakewing

[maceoftheabyss-archived-blog]

[ SCARS ]

Send me [ SCARS ] for a story about one of the scars my character has.

  A scar that looks like what may have been a vicious bite mark when it was fresh is left near the end of her tail. One that seems to match shape also marks her left foreleg. She had been far too confident in herself…

  Maug hunts the dark void. Find food. Hungering. She slinks through the darkness, large set of eyes wide to pick up light in the dim of the void. Where is it? She knows it is here. Another beast. It is not one of the great elders. It is not a seeker. She will kill it and feast. Devour its flesh.

  There! Its form emanates its magic energy, that much she can see. It is bigger than her. She can take it. She is undefeated. Defeated bigger ones before.

  She springs, too eager, too hungry to wait another second. It is sleeping, it is a fool! She parts her jaws to tear its throat, braced to impact. IT IS NOT SLEEPING. The creature twists its neck and bites into her leg. She screams her fury and pain. It is not sleeping and it has her foot. She curls her body, relying on her mace tail to crack shell and skull, whipping it repeatedly into their head.

  It is forced to let go, blood pouring from a tiny wound. That’s all she’d done? She backs away quickly, turning to flee. It is already showing to be much stronger than she expected, and much much larger. It's teeth latch into her tail, obviously not liking that she hurt it even a little. She is lifted like she weighs nothing. Panic fills her, she wails like the skitterlings she despises, flailing and hoping to free herself any way possible.

  A massive impact. She is dropped, the impact stunning her a moment. When she manages to look up, she is horrified to see a second beast of these massive proportions, the two locked in combat. Perhaps her screams had drawn it. She shakily gets to her feet and runs for it as best she is able, while it is distracted by larger prey.

  She would be much more careful after this.

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justicetakewing

[resolute-defender]

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Battle Theme: Colosso Battle Remix

Battle intro: “As a Demacian I will protect you, but as a rival I will crush you!”

Victory: “Your wings weren’t strong enough.!”

Defeat: “My wings… failed me.”

Assist: “Stone and feather flock together!”

Taunt: “Leap as much as you want, your between a rock and a hard place!”

Reacting to Taunt: “We’ll see how much you chat when your mouth is in the dirt!”

Tie: “Looks like neither of us caught the updraft.”

Perfect Victory: “If you cannot even scratch me, how do you hope to protect Demacia? Go back to your nest little bird.”

justicetakewing

[ask-malzahar-eyeofprophecy]

"M-Malz Senpai notice me!"

"I hope that bird is not with you."justicetakewing

[nocke-theformerlysuperstitious]

Closed RP (with justicetakewing)

Dear Ms. Quinn,

This is a concerned citizen of Bandle writing to you in need of some help. I have lost contact with my nephew, Nocke. It has been months since he's been near any of his family. Which brings me to my next point. As you may or may not be aware, when yordles spend excessive amounts of time alone, they tend to go crazy in a sense. I'm worried that he may going through that by now, and I would like you to find him and check on him. I would do it myself, but we did not leave off on good terms, and he would just shut me out. Perhaps if another champion contacts him and persuades him he might be more willing to return to the city.

However, I would be cautious. He is capable of magic that can affect your abilities, and if he gets violent he will use it. I have suspicions that he may be preparing to attack the city. His magic can force any action taken against him to fail, so Bandle could not defend itself. And once one city falls, who's to say he won't move on to Demacia next? I beg for your assistance in stopping him before he becomes more of a threat. I will be willing to pay whatever price you may ask for if it means you'll accept.

I thank you for your time.

Sincerely,             

Varic

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[noxian--diplomacy]

Quinn: go be active talon

Quinn: or else I'll always be able to beat you up

Talon: Wow, rude.

Quinn: you're the one who refused a hug

Quinn: of all the rude things to do

Talon: Excuse you, I have all the right to mind my own personal space, thanks.

Quinn: Not if you're lonely

Quinn: also the snipe at valor was totally unnecessary

Talon: Again, don't really care.

Quinn: I know you don't

Quinn: and that's why you don't have friends

Quinn: wow life lessons from Quinn

Talon: Wow.

Talon: You're absolutely right.

Talon: Let me add this to my diary: "Quinn is an egotistical bitch who thinks she knows everything." Okay, we're good.

Quinn: Talon keeps a diary.

Talon: Shh.

[exemplarymight]

"Ah, Garen. Welcome back to Demacia. I trust your mission went well?" Quinn sat, arms crossed as she watched the knight. Valor's plumage ruffled and his eyes narrowed at Garen. A soft hissing sort of noise could be heard from the bird as he expressed his displeasure. (Haieee! Welcome to the Demacian people club)

      His scarf had been torn, much to his displeasure, and he wore an expression that made it clear how worn some quests could have him. The soldier gave the other a small smile in greeting, followed by a light wave of his hand. “I did as I was asked, give or take a few longer-lasting conflicts.” Conflicts that actually had him leave with a bruise or two. He pulled off the torn clothe and threw it aside, then eyes the bird. “Aye, trust me; I’m no happier to see myself than you are, Valor,” he mused with a light chuckle. Ever so grumpy.

[ask-malzahar-eyeofprophecy]

(Brush *Mun snickers*) The Demacian ranger ran her fingers through the prophet's long hair, huffing and shaking her head in agitation, "Do you not ever brush your own hair? There are so many tangles here!" (I'm so late but what ever XD)

The prophet’s heart races. Why were so many women insisting on touching his hair? He freezes and waits for it to be over, too flustered for words.

[ask-malzahar-eyeofprophecy]

*casually tugs on scarf* You have good taste in clothing, sir.

"A-ah!! Bird woman! I-I thank you? plsletgo"