People had told stories of a monster from the lands of Ionia, one that he was ready to believe was human - but the stories didn’t quite match up to the reality of it. A fading scent of blood was in the air, although the street was seemingly completely devoid of it. There was a strange noise hanging over it all and a sense of danger, which was the main reason Teemo had stepped out from between the trees. There was a threat of some sorts, and while he could’ve waited until it actually concerned him, there was a morbid curiousity if it could be the person from the poster, the demon wanted for murder. Not only in Ionia - not anymore. After all, both of them were far behind enemy lines here.











