#the-flocking-murder

[ionian-fervor]

This is a bad idea. It is a very bad idea. But it is also not my worst idea, so I will hope for the best. If this didn’t work, this would go down as the most creative self-sacrifice in Ionian history. If it did work though, she would be removing another possible threat against Ionia. Another large threat, if it even existed. This could all be a myth. Irelia truly, truly was hoping this was a myth. And yet, here she was standing in the middle of this open field with the intent of courting a scarecrow. No one said being a hero to the people would be fun, after all. With a deep breath, she called out to the abyss: “I know you see me, creature! If you do, let’s get this over with!” @the-flocking-murder

[tenebriiis-archived]

💖 || @the-flocking-murder

For every 💖 I get, my muse will gives yours a compliment.

"The way you inspire terror and woe on many, the tales you grace all of Runeterra with, the chill of menace that simply runs down the spine and how you make crumble even the sharpest of minds by your sole existence." The Sorceress is wickely smiling even if she needs to take a deep breath, her mind both fascinated and terrified. Enchanted and a step into fading away.

"You are an amalgam of Chaos, Danger, Terror and Inspiration."

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[infinite-xerath]

A Guardian’s Purpose

Xerath was alone. The Guardians of the Sands, who protected the desert from the forces of darkness, had become scattered; some were hunted by a mysterious foe who had acquired the knowledge and the means to best them, while others were off seeking an ancient wraith said to lurk beneath the sands. That left him, the Liquid Light, alone to guard the tomb of the Risen, the ancient horror that had ruined the empire so long ago...

Well, perhaps that wasn’t wholly accurate; Kha’Zix remained inside, though the Scarab was usually inactive unless someone, or something, invaded the tomb... But then, he heard it: the sounds of conflict, coming from within the ancient structure. Xerath watched the door as he felt an ominous power growing stronger, nearer... And in that moment, he knew: The Risen was awake.

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[demon-spearfisher]

@the-flocking-murder continued from: here

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Perhaps the demon had simply been oblivious to the fact what he had been biting at was an actual moving creature. To him, he had merely spotted an animal carcass whose flesh had yet to be devoured. Though, once those crimson spirals bore into his glowing blue hues, he backed off and circled around in front of the being. He blinked, tilting his head to the side out of curiosity. 

[silvestreaelurus]

Does that thing where you throw a slice of naked velveeta cheese at someone's head so it sticks. @the-flocking-murder

The piece of cheese slaps onto her fuzzy forehead with an unceremonious smack.

Her neck practically ceases to exist, her eyes now covered by the yellow dairy, the feline’s brain unable to process this phenomenon. Does she dream of cheese? Certainly not this way.

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[umbranatus]

Where is that child? It plans to toss cheese at him. It ran dry of velveeta so it hopes warm muenster will do. The moment the young man is within it's sights the cheese is being viciously tossed at him. @the-flocking-murder

‘‘ do you want a TOAST with that? ’’

*  UNPROMPTED  /  ACCEPTING  /  @the-flocking-murder

[charm-ex]

↕ - 8'5" @the-flocking-murder

Whelp.

tol

[umbranatus]

* CONT. @the-flocking-murder​

FAIRYTALES. each region have their own, accurate to culture and beliefs. some come from security, some fortune, victories and some  . . . are born from FEAR. pieces of folklore. as deeply rooted as our own emotions. our HUMANITY.

the SHADOW realm is a mirror of the combined psyche. like a web of souls, of voices, of LIVES. Kayn a part of it. the HEIR almost, as favoured by the ghosts who’s home is pitch black. attunned with the motherly darkness, the kinship only sparkled an interest within the mechanical beast. as there is a bond stronger, BEYOND anything fanthomable by mere mortal mind. and perhaps just because of this curiosity, the ninja seemed so fond and DRAWN to the creature. like a bat to the cave.

‘‘ i see my experiences AREN’T a secret to you. that ain’t making you special, however. ’’