#thedryadfromtheforest

[ask-wolf-who-watches]

"Shooting star. Make a wish."

Shen had paused in a clearing in the forest he was traveling through, taking a moment to gaze at the night sky when he heard Faelyn’s voice; a voice long absent from his life since the Kinkou temple was assaulted by Zed, and then largely abandoned.

He glanced at the dryad briefly, before looking back up at the glorified fireball she spoke of.

“I don’t hold much stock in wishes, unfortunately.”

[askcuratorofthesands]

A kill you regret

So fun story, there is actually a whole MASS slaughter that Nasus regrets for those of you who are some what new to this blog. @ask-sivir and I have in our shared headcanons that when Sivir found Nasus in his tomb, she brought him back to the surface to see Shurima in its current state. He sees a desolate wasteland before him, nothing what his beloved desert was once like. She takes him to some ruins from the collapsed capital city and he is reminded of everything Xerath had done to ruin his beloved home. The fact that he was forced to sacrifice Renekton in order to seal away the corrupt magus compounded with thousands of years of grief, gave birth to Infernal Nasus which is kind of like an “ultimate” form. Nasus went on a rampage, tearing through a nearby tribe’s camp, slaughtering hundreds of innocent civilians before he was subdued by Sivir’s men. Our jackal friend was about to be imprisoned for eternity or put to death, a fate which he was ready to accept. But for some reason Sivir had vouched for him, saying he should be spared. She also offered to take responsibility for his actions in the case something like this incident ever happened again. Yet he will always live with the guilt of ending so many lives all in a fit of rage, his hands covered in innocent blood.

@thedryadfromtheforest

[shadowstridxr-blog]

//hi there! I was wondering if you'd like to roleplay?

[ Definitely ! I am open to all interactions. Don’t be afraid to approach! ]

[demacian-cataclysm]

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Jarvan chuckled gently to himself, before reaching out and taking Faelyn’s hand in his own.

“Careful now, my dear. The winds through here can be vicious, even for our sailors.”

The Prince had offered to show Faelyn around the Demacian docks. A cool sea wind howled through the sails of the countless warships that rested in berth, carrying with it whole flocks of seabirds hoping to chance away with an easy meal. The noon sun glinted off the water and warmed the bodies and hearts of the sailors that toiled away at their boats. As the pair stepped up to the water’s edge, a small school of fish circled near the surface, rays of sunlight glinting off their silver scales.

“So, what do you think? Places like this are hard to find in a city like ours, but the docklands have always been... exceptionally in touch with nature.” He said with a warm smile.

“The sailors here work with nature, live alongside it. The sea provides for them, and in turn, the sailors tend to the reefs and ensure the waters remain clean and pure. To these men, the ocean winds are as highly respected as their brothers in arms.”

[demacian-cataclysm]

(•⊙ω⊙•)

// Yooooo I’ll try and track down some decent ask memes/send you a starter later :o

[darkinofthedepths-blog]

Blurting out thoughts symbol?

Send me “💭” for my muse to blurt out a thought they’ve had about yours

“They speak of  a green woman who can be whisked away by the wind. How amusing.”

[house-of-warriors]

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                            Ask a Killer

♚ :A time when you showed mercy

“This is an unnusual question and something I don´t do frecuently, most of my figths where done to death be on campings or in ritual duels.. but.. yes I remeber one time.. long ago.. I was riding a village and found a boy and his sister.. I was young and bound to my chieftain but.. those eyes... so alike... so I let them run.. neer knew what happen to them..”

[piltoversdefender]

She had come to seek the man who helped her when she first stepped into Piltovers noise. Now, she steps over shattered glass, twisted metal, and freshly dead corpses. "What happened...?"

“It shouldn’t be uncommon that Piltover and Zaun don’t get alone, and.. I can only assume they were of the like, as no Piltovian would do this.” Moving a thumb to brush and smear some of the blood that came from his busted lip, the Hero sighed.

“They wanted data that would be valuable to them, but I refused to let them have it.”