May 8, 2015
Heat-stroke Anivia!
Her more relaxed, too warm, after-school attitude!
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Heat-stroke Anivia!
Her more relaxed, too warm, after-school attitude!
“So you never even gave in any homework since the start of the semester...?”
Relaxing with hair down and glasses!
Reference of anthro Anivia
All that Glitters is Draven
Meetings one’s family is always an important occasion. Draven keeps this belief quite close, seeing as he has only one member of family left. Though it was obvious Darius would gladly be rid of Draven sometimes, deep down Draven believed his brother has a heart. It was just that their life was just hard on them.
However, Draven believed that because where they are now, they deserve to indulge some of the better things in life, and what better way than a gift?
Entering the pawn shop, Draven knew this was a place that had a gift for his brother. Walking up to a counter, Draven looked around waiting to inquire on what to buy for his dear brother.
Dethroned and debased || OPEN
After fading in and out of consciousness during what felt like a trip that took days, Sejuani awoke, curled up at the base of a long-dead tree, surrounded by fresh snow. Unsure if what she had just experienced was a dream or reality, she quickly reached up to clutch at her arms and sides, giving her face a slap to try to knock some sense into herself. "Armour.. Helmet.. Flail.." She muttered to herself as she sat up, running her hand over her equipment, giving a quiet hiss at the sight of blood on her fingers from running her hand along a small gash in her forearm. "Bristle." She trailed off with a faint gasp, looking around frantically for her boar companion.
"Bristle?" She called out, jolting upright. She grabbed onto the tree for stability, shuffling around in search for the icy boar. Two large tusks protruded out from a huge pile of snow to Sejuani's left - the tusks of a certain winter pig. Sejuani gave a quiet sigh of relief, clutching at the handle of her flail as she limped over to Bristle's tusks, carefully pushing the snow aside. She quickly scanned Bristle's body - no damage. A pleased little smile crossed her face as she sat back in the snow, leaning up against the sleeping pig with a quiet grumble. "I must be home." She murmured to herself, taking in her snowy surroundings. It all seemed so familiar, compared to the Freljord, but it felt.. Wrong. The snow was soft; the chill was there, but she didn't feel it eating away her bones. She would dare to say that she preferred it, if she wasn't so afraid of sounding weak. The ice of the Freljord had shaped her, not this mild snow. But, if she was truly home, what a welcoming there must be for the Winter's Wrath.
Bristle woke up slowly but surely, eventually rising to his feet. Sejuani patted the boar's enormous head before she stood up with him, walking by his side toward the sound of activity - the town of Autumnhill. "I trust my men have kept strong. Cannot let them grow weak like the Ursine did." She said to herself, slinging her jagged flail over her shoulder. "But we can whip them into shape, cant we?" She bumped Bristle with her hip, giving a quiet laugh. The Winter's Wraith could never be so wrong; she was in for quite the shock, upon discovering Autumnhill and it's familiar inhabitants.
Eyes open, the hunter stood up, awoken from his deep slumber. Looking around for a means to explain the questions in his head, Rengar felt both relief and surprise. He should’ve awoken to something else, something he refused to think of and he immediately banished the thought from his head. Sighing and thinking on the bright side, Rengar felt glad he wasn’t truly dead. He was very much alive and planned to stay that way.
Shock hit him when he couldn't feel his eye patch on his face. Once more he looked around again and saw his eye patch on a table. Holding it up he could see the eye patch’s lens was thankfully not damaged. Putting it back on his face, Rengar saw the piece of paper that the eye patch was next to and promptly picked it up to read it.
“What,” he said with a low growl as he was slowly computing the information on the paper. A Zoology Professor? He was a teacher now? After taking that information in, Rengar finally noticed another difference on him. He was no longer wearing his hunting outfit. He was in a tight buttoned up shirt and slacks. However, what truly surprised the Pridestalker was where he was going to spend his days and who his house mate was.
“WHAT?!” he roared. He couldn't believe he was about to live with her of all people. He checked the paper again, he felt a slight blush and swallowed. Nidalee, the Bestial Huntress. The only person who made Rengar’s cold heart warm. He shook his head fiercely and crumpled the paper into his pocket.
Storming out the room, Rengar rolled his sleeves up and marched onto the Academy’s grounds.
Finding work- musician struggles
Sona’s head laid on a table, a sigh escaped her. She is a musician in this world, but she didn't have a place to find work. The Academy has already hired her for events like parties or ceremonies, but she wont be able to live on that alone.
Even if she and her roommate were to share expenses, she still wouldn't have income for day to day life.
This in not good.