Rich laughter bubbled up from Vladimir’s throat as Katarina snatched his hand and deftly led them onto the dance floor.
“Such boldness from a highborn woman… What will people think?” he teased, crimson eyes sparking with mischief. He quickly took the lead, guiding them along as they slipped easily between couple after couple, making their way deeper into the throng, where he knew she wanted them to be.
Vladimir found himself pleasantly surprised by the grace of her movements, though he supposed he should have expected it - she was, after all, the daughter of a nobleman, and an exceptionally-skilled assassin, besides. Still, he’d rather expected her to be the type to stubbornly refuse the dance lessons her parents would have arranged for her.
“I would never have suspected you harbored such a passion for the waltz, my dear,” he mused, catching her eye with a grin. He leaned in closer during a turn, pressing his lips to her ear to murmur “Or maybe your enthusiasm is simply for your partner?”
Katarina had never been afraid of him, and he found it delightful. She lacked the measured fear that even two members of the Trifarix had the sense to reserve for him, and while it spoke volumes of her courage, he had to wonder if it was not more indicative of her careless disregard for her own safety.
Or, perhaps she was just a fool.
“So, is the blade to come from before, or behind?” he wondered aloud, feigning innocent curiosity with a voice pitched a little louder than was strictly necessary. “Who, precisely, is our target?”
He’d never been the type to mind being used - so long as he got to enjoy the fallout.
copious amounts of blood became the new notable feature on the decaying floorboards. noxian assassins had a grim reputation for success, one so prominent that not even the wealthiest noble or battle hardened general in either empire went to sleep each night without double checking every lock in their keep. the du couteaus were especially gifted in this art, and katarina could be considered a prodigy even by her father, something kled himself knew for a fact; but everyone makes mistakes. kled was no cowering noble or cautious commander, he was a violent, paranoid noxian hillblly who chose this room specifically for it’s creaking floors, and as soon as they announced the presence of his pursuer he turned and met her with lead.
small leather boots wobble over to the girl’s body, an irritated grunt escaping kled every time he puts weight on his bad leg. he couldn’t be more than three feet tall, but from where she lay, her torso decimated by metal pellets and a crimson pool encircling her figure, he was a giant. he drives his foot into her side, flashing a heartless grin as she recoils and groans in pain.
in that moment he snaps, howling a terrible, echoing shriek as he slams his axe into the helpless body. the hillbilly doesn’t relent, pulling the blade from her flesh and driving it back in with the force of two hands. he’s lost in a mad frenzy as he carves her flesh, tearing muscle, ripping tendon and crushing bone, his harrowing screaming ceaseless and deafening as he revels in the spray of blood and the sound of her cries. her last moments were viciousness and pain, masked in red and his horrible eyes.
kled hitches his breath, panting as he comes down from his fervor. the sight before him is gruesome, of decimated flesh and bone that hardly resembled a human being. bracing his foot against the macabre slaughter, he pries his prized axe from her hallowed chest, staring into the blackened cavity of his own creation. he brings a hand to his face, feeling the wet blood soaked into his fur, still warm.. and he’s overcome with a breathless, malicious chuckle, his voice low and satisfied from his lust for blood.
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my opinion on;
character in general: Ngl I don’t have much interest in Katarina’s lore (or, tbh the lore of any of your muses LOL), since I don’t really see her as playing nearly as large a role in Talon’s life as the General. She always was just kind of a - side character - in Talon’s life. Someone he obeyed so as not to anger his master, but not his master per se.
In saying that, you’ve managed to make her a muse I’m interested in interacting with (if only yours), and her own struggles with Talon reflect his toward her really well. It’s always interesting to see. how they play them: Points at what was said above. Your Kat compliments my Talon really well, and it’s always a pleasure to RP with you because of it. I can’t wait to see your Kat grow, your headcanons diversify, and for our next thread. the mun: Hi I love you sm. You’re really chill, heaps fun to talk to, and WE SHOULD TOTALLY DO KARAOKE AGAIN SOME TIME OMG THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN.
do i;
follow them: Ye, ofc. rp with them: I await patiently for your return to RPing. want to rp with them: Ye!!!!!!ship their character with mine: Nop. I exist for Talon/Varus ;^)
what is my;
overall opinion: I really adore the mun, and I’ve said it like... a hundred times before, and I’ll say it a hundred times again: I absolutely love the way she writes. It’s really, honestly, beautiful, and such a pleasure and a privilege to have the opportunity to RP with her.
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.
TRUE END- Bittersweet ending. Some things go right, other things go wrong. Some sacrifices have to be made, but most people are happy in the end.
// Hello friend! I’m hoping this prompt was meant more for a drabble than an RP, so I hope you like it,, Also, this will go under the cut as it is quite long! I went kinda overboard with this, but I just had fun writing it ;^;
It was cold despite a fire roaring in the hearth behind her. The flames doing nothing to drive off the chill the last few days had left in the air. The large table before her was surrounded by sitting individuals, - mainly politicians and a few wealthy aristocrats - talking loudly over what had transpired over the last few days.
To her right sat Cassiopeia. The pained look on her face was - for once - not because of her vanity. She seemed to not care about the looks she was getting because of her serpentine half. Her eyes were full of sadness, pain, and tears. The youngest Du Couteau, Talon, appeared to be missing entirely, though Katarina knew better. She could see him lurking in a shadowy alcove not too far off. Instead tears and determination, his eyes were completely devoid of emotion. Katarina had tried to talk to him, but he had been unresponsive for the last few days. But, despite their current moods, Katarina’s siblings still cared greatly for her, and when asked to join her in this meeting, they had both come without complaint.
Katarina let out a sigh, turning to face her sister and whispering,
“Best get this over with, huh?” Cassiopeia gave her a sad nod as Katarina stood, the conversation dying in the room instantly. Every eye was on her, even Talon managed to raise his eyes to listen to her talk.
“I’m sure you’ve all heard what has happened over the last few days. My father, Marcus Du Couteau, was found dead three days ago in a Noxian military base. Through evidence collected, it was determined that Jericho Swain was the ringleader in his kidnap, torture, and execution. When this evidence was brought before him, he made no effort to hide his involvement, and was convicted on the charges later that day.” She kept her voice flat and even. She had to remain strong. Not just for herself, but for her sister. Cassiopeia had begun to weep again. “When asked to answer for his crimes, he retreated, locking himself and his most trusted generals and advisors in one of his manors.
‘It was hard to see before, but Swain, at heart, was a coward. He was a selfish man who cared more for his own life than anybody else’s. And for that,” Katarina slammed one of her knives onto the table. It was almost completely covered in blood, “He paid with his life.”
She waved her hand over the gathered members, careful to meet each one of their eyes.
“These last few days have been dark. My father had been dead for at least a few weeks, months at most, before we had found him. We suspect Swain found we were on the trail and put an end to Marcus before we could follow the path to the end.” Her knuckles turned which as she gripped the edge of the table.
“Noxus is in need of a new leader, and I think none other are more worthy than house Du Couteau. I have put myself forward as a candidate, and so far have met no opposition. Do any of you here oppose this?” Almost as if on cue, Cassiopeia rose to stand to her right, and Talon emerged from the shadows to stand to her left. Everyone gathered and shook their heads, for who would be fool enough to challenge her ascension so openly? She nodded, satisfied,
“Then it’s decided. I will lead Noxus, to a brighter and better future, along with my sister and brother as my advisors. These dark times for Noxus are over. We will rise, stronger than ever, just as we always have.”
This victory was bittersweet. Noxus would be more powerful than ever, with the corruption Swain had brought finally weeded out, but this had come at a large cost. While those around the table seemed happy with the new prospects presented for Noxus, nothing but sadness filled Katarina’s heart. This victory had come at a cost for her father. Behind her, Cassiopeia’s weeping had stopped, but her face was still tear streaked. Talon looked as if he wanted to cry, his failure in finding their father too much to bear, but she knew her brother would never let them see him so weak.
And Katarina? She had no choice but to suppress the tears that threatened to fall. She would be a strong and fearless leader. Her fathers sacrifice would not be in vain. She would be brave.
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“Noxian pest,” Kayn started, his expression looking as if he’d smelled something rotting. “Noxian nobility of filth and bullshit. Irritating... a bitch. Admittedly, impressive with a knife, if the stories I hear are true. Still, I’m sure my shadows are quicker than any of their knives. I am not intimidated.”
Talon looked at Katarina, a small smile on his lips as he circled her figure. There was a small blade in his hands - one which he had picked out specifically for how well balanced it was, and how wonderfully its weight rested in his palm. He played with it as he approached her, twirling it between his fingers before flicking it artfully into the air, catching it without a second thought as it arced through the air and neared his waiting hand.
Suddenly, he threw it forcefully toward her, watching with a smirk as it landed close to her face.
“I’m terribly sorry for this, my lady,” he said as he retrieved his blade, twirling it again between his fingers as he pulled away to regard her again. He wondered how she must feel at that moment - they had known each other for a long enough time. Would she feel betrayed, perhaps. Fear?
Or did she understand that he was not a man of honour, that he had no use for loyalty save what would keep him alive? Did she know that, to him, this was simply another job. That he meant no malevolence in this, even if he carved screams from her or coaxed blood from her body?
He had no friends. Never had any allies. He was out there for himself, and himself alone.
“It is... unfortunate that we find ourselves in this position now, wouldn’t you agree?”
His & my hands were not much different : his were just bigger, & equally as bruised as mine. I did not walk over to the house that stood before me, I was dragged all the way over to Noxus Prime. It was like travelling to a whole new place, it was not filthy like the rest of the empire, but clean, it reeked of rich.
The man who put me in this state introduced himself as the General. I was not spared by him, no, I only managed to survive because I was given an option. A rare occurrence in Noxus : the weak was not deserving to live - that is what I had learned.
I could either join him, or I could die by his blade right there. I did not understand why I was targeted, or why I was given this opportunity ; but here I stand - slouch, rather.
He had been here countless times, and each time he would come back looking for more. Shieda knew the inside and outside of Noxus; nothing had changed and the memories were still as fresh to him as when he had spend his childhood in the province. He may not know the people anymore, most were dead, or had escaped Noxus’ borders. He had no friends anymore, as for his family...he was disgusted with their existence. They were alive to his knowledge, but now he had come for their lives. Mother and father both.
No hesitation, only resentment.
That is all Shieda had come to Noxus for, for this time’s journey. Next time it would be for more. He had over the course been accustomed to Swain’s ideology, and while he hated Swain for being a Noxian (although the irony laid that Shieda himself was of Noxian blood) and did not agree to everything, he had come to terms to assist Swain, and fix the way of which Noxus was being runned.
He wasn’t far from his home, it was luxurious and had quite the space. So much for nobility.
