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[shurima-demigod]

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I’M FUCKING DYING, CASS GOT THE HIGHEST SCORE SO FAR.  @snugglyporos was fucking right????

I’m scared but also can’t stop crying from laughter Jesus.

[askspiderqueen]

The humans were...in a frenzy. Not like the bloodlust from those who watched Elise kill their loved ones, but a sort of positive excitement. She found it strange, considering the thinning of the barrier between life and death was something they often feared. The Black Mist took lives year after year but this Spirit Blossom festival appeared to be a celebration.

The moon watched passively high in the black sky as Elise left her safe cocoon of delicate petals to peer at one of the temples that had received offering after offering. The Ionians had absconded home, so she found the curiosity to step inside. A statue of a woman with a snake’s body had been erected in the center. Chiseled from pure white marble, the artist had taken the time to carve an ethereal beauty with full lips, a dainty nose, and sharp eyes.

Elise blinked, squinting at the kimono it wore to make out its features. But she realized the figure before her grew faint. A fog had rolled into the building, as silent as the unmoving marble. Her senses flared as she detected thin strands of magic weaving around her, and the spider woman stilled, waiting in apprehension.

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[tidal-wanderer]

Continued from here! 

Ruby optic widen in awe, and a delighted expression colored her features, a reddish tint brightening pearly cheeks; this lass was lovely in Nami’s eyes. In fact, the sea creature never saw someone like her before! The mere sight of the scaley lady was enough to make her feel overjoyed--finally, someone else with a fin..erm tail!

A low, bashful chitter was heard, and her fin swayed side to side. Lips pursed together as she tried to muster up words to say.

“I-I’m lost..,” the marai muttered, truthfully, “I took a wrong turn when swimming and ended up here.”

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[embraced-agony]

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[infinite-xerath]

Centuries In The Making

How long had it been now? How long since he’d been trapped in this accursed tomb? Xerath could not recall... Not that he had any way to tell. The sun, the moon, the stars... He had no way to discern the passage of time here; the only light came from his own arcane form, and the fire that now burned in Renekton’s eyes. He had groomed the Butcher; turned his jailor into a loyal pet that heeded his every beck and call... But even their combined strength could not force open the ancient doors that kept them here...

But then, he noticed something. A noise. A sound he’d not heard before. The Magus turned, and saw that Renekton had heard it as well. Could it be...? The doors... They were parting! For the first time in ages, the Tomb of the Emperors was opened! Renekton was the first to the doors, using his mighty claws to pry them apart faster.

Xerath couldn’t help but laugh. He knew not how or why this was happening, but he would not waste an instant! Once the Butcher stormed through the open doors, Xerath followed, and looked around. There was blood upon the ground, leading away from the entrance... But, more curiously, there was the figure of a half-serpent woman laying upon the ground. The Magus hovered closer, and began speaking in the ancient Shuriman tongue.

“Naganeka? You are the one who freed us?”

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[justicewinged]

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" please leave me alone ." there's a defeated keen to her tone. she's begging in the softest, most demure way, knowing full well that she has no means to disobey or get the Noxian to stop her taunting from behind the bars of her prison.

The brutality of the gladiator fights and environment it produced were overall disgusting, but when she heard they had captured a Demacian, and one that had traveled the world at that, Cass couldn’t help but be intrigued.

It was rare for the heir of the Du Couteau heiress to leave her abode, but when something interested her, she didn’t hesitate. Of course, the other Noxians would do their teasings and bullying, and perhaps Cass might as well but not nearly as brutish as the others. With a serpent’s glare, the lower filth of the arena’s patrons scurried away from the newest contender.

Metal claws gently clang against bars as Cassiopeia made herself known, a devious smile as she looked at the trapped scout. “They’re gone.” She whispered, placing her arms through the bars of Quinn’s cage, folding one over the other as her forked tongue flicked out through lips that held a devil’s smile.

“But I’m here now. Personally, I’d think that to be in your favor.”

When golden eyes fluttered upon the sight of the newcomer, the prisoner thought she was hallucinating. The woman was a snake; literally so, presented with forked tongue and scaly torso. She felt her stomach drop, and for the moment, was immensely glad of the bars keeping her in and the snake-woman 

“Who are you?” she asked, bewildered.

Before the arena, before Noxus, Quinn might have had more to say. She might have addressed the elephant in the room. She might have been more commanding or spoken with a silver tongue to coerce this snake-woman to do her bidding. But now, she felt weak, burdened by the heavy heart of grief, unwilling to step up for herself. Really, the only thing that had kept her alive this long in the arena was that damned bird they’d paired her with. 

Today, however, her wounds were healing from the last fight, but she could not rest, for she had been put on display like a zoo animal.

It took her this long to figure out she even needed to ask her next question.

“Why would you help me?”

[sparrowofthesands]

"The walls you build are mighty indeed, but anyone can tell that the highest walls you build are inside your heart. Come now, tell me what plagues you with such sadness."

After the events of Vekuara, the sight of an Ascendant wasn’t too unusual for the girl. Granted, she had only seen two of them, one a towering jackel-man, the other a stone form stretched and animated with pure arcane power, so maybe she didn’t have the greatest grasp on what could constitute one of the solar-empowered beings. The stories of those that had come before Azir’s downfall didn’t help too much either, in the long run. Too much lost to time.

So, turning around, finding a unique blend of serpent and woman approaching, carving a distinct groove in the sand... Well, aside from her relatively small size, Cassiopeia certainly seemed to fit the bill. Strange though, that no one had witnessed another Ascension, or spread the word of another of the god-beings amongst the dunes.

“Uhh... Not that I’m ungrateful for the concern of a stranger, but I can’t say that we’ve ever met before.” She offered the words with a smile, looking upward to the Noxian’s face, silently wondering if the headdress was just that or an actual part of her transformation. “My name is Taliyah. Who are you, miss...?”