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An independent ask/RP/semi-art blog for Blood Moon Kennen from League of Legends. Icon by soft-paws

[umbranatus]

@the-red-tempest​ :  * sniff  sniff * smells  like  shadow  and  death…

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄  Kayn  places  an  arm  over  his  precious tiddies , feeling  𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘  infiltrated .  ❝  … don’t  you  have  PLACES  to  be??  or  a  bloody  moon  to  cultivate??  ❞

[the-red-tempest]

Kennen looks at him, ears flicking back and up before he tilted his head.

“i’m a little offended that you believe i’m part of those.... beasts.... that call themselves a cult. There’s no way I’m going to follow what they want me to do.. But I don’t have anywhere else to be... So... here i am.” 

He grins, eyes glowing a bit brighter.

[the-red-tempest]

When you are smol but also full of rage.

[the-red-tempest]

The Blinding One has awoken

“Blinding... One? Who are you speaking of? I know no demon or deity that goes by that name.”

[silvestreaelurus]

Bunts his head against her

She bunted her head back against him and purred loudly. She missed this little one.

[the-red-tempest]

He purred, like thunder rumbling in the distance. The familiar energy and just overall comfort she provided was always welcome.

“It has been a while..”

[the-red-tempest]

//AHA idk how I forget this password... should change it.

[the-red-tempest]

Screeches

[the-red-tempest]

ALERT: SCP 096 has breached containment

As soon as the alert went out, the scientist around the room went on full alert, as did their resident.. entity. The creature proved themselves to be no threat to the humans around the facility, merely curious and willing to perch on their cubicles and various chairs to get a closer look at whatever they were doing. However, they soon learned that the normally docile entity was a threat to other SCP. The entity perked up from its perch, ears standing at attention as if listening. Red mist gathered near its forehead before a white mask materialized, nothing new to the scientist but they knew what it meant. Hunt time. The creature quickly made its way out of the room in search of its prey.

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

Send “Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired _____” Along with an Item My Muse would obtain by opening a secrete treasure chest, Make it ANY item you want and see My Muse’s reaction to obtaining said Item.

[the-red-tempest]

// I need more people to bother... who wants a smol demon to play with... or murder with.

[tacetferrum-deactivated20220905]

Gently slaps the knife cape around. Clang clang clang!

     “Huh..?” He turns around to see the small creature whom had been touching the previously mentioned cape. 

     “Is it really necessary to play with my cape as if it were a toy, Kennen?” He seems somewhat annoyed, but it’s clear by his stance alone he’s not going to stop the small yordle. He wasn’t necessarily causing harm. 

[the-red-tempest]

“A lil bit, yeah... I’m not exactly one to sit still and this is all that’s around right now. Unless you’d like me to wander off somewhere and potentially end up killing people or things or causing more trouble.”

The yokai stops bagging the knives around and instead takes to perching himself. He isn’t exactly easy to hide considering the bright red fur and Ionian mask.

“What are you doing anyways?”

[sonofshin]

“Dragon man... hello.” The yokai raises his paw, gauntlet free, exposing his beans

Yun gives him a tiny high-five.

[the-red-tempest]

“How have you been... uh...”

He pauses, ears flicking as if in thought.

“Yoon?”

[the-red-tempest]

"Silverwings leave the nest when they are barely able to fly, but they always come back the next spring."

“Master, is this a riddle... am I supposed to learn something from the birds?”

There was still much to learn from the other. He had only begun to see as Shen did and there was still so much he didn’t know.

“Is this about me?”

[vilefeather]

the-red-tempest from this ask

“If I was not from Runeterra, I would not be here.”

‘Runeterra.’ Even now, the word feels strange, unfitting within his mouth; some other person’s name for his own land, a word used by those far younger than him. The demon‘s assumption only heightens the discrepancy; for all intents and purposes, despite all his travels, the passage of time has rendered him a foreigner.

“My ‘magic’ is my own concern, 悪魔. If you wish to know about it so badly, then you may as well attack me right this moment.”

The cultling’s capacity to so quickly sense his abilities is concerning, but not enough to garner immediate hostility. This is not the first time his atypical nature has been detected by others, after all, and promptly resorting to force would likely have long-lasting consequences.

“Do you come alone? Or do other followers of the Blood Moon lurk around the corner?”

[the-red-tempest]

The demon tilts his head like a confused puppy. There is no way this man is from here.. perhaps blending in, but not born of this land. If they are... this magic is likely as old as the land itself. Nothing feels this way, makes his fur prickle with energy. Someone worthy of fig- He shakes his head. The Tempest is to remain trapped beneath layers of discipline, yet this man makes the demon stir and claw for control.

At the mention of the Cult, he makes a disgusted sound.

“Do not lump me in with those fools I am not associated with them and never have been. These demons of the Blood Moon are nothing more than pawns. They jump at the chance to attack whatever moves and prove themselves savages for their fake Goddess.”

His fur crackles and sparks, lightning running the length of his mane and across the fingers of his gauntlets. The cult angers him to no end.. but no sooner had it begun, the lightning subsides.

“I did not come for a fight, I came out of interest. To merely ask. I don’t pick fights, unlike those heathens of the Blood Moon... I was just curious.”

[vilefeather]

Pats Crow's leg and waves his gauntlet in a 'come down here' motion.

“….?”

Feeling the nudge on his leg, his head jerks downwards to stare upon the diminutive demon, momentarily confused. An attack? No, there is no indication of hostility, and the creatures of the Blood Moon are not the subtle type. This one’s actions would appear to be entirely earnest.

That being the case, the hunter slowly lowers himself downwards until he is kneeling at the creature’s level, one hand on his knee and the other resting upon his sword.

“…What do you want?” 

[the-red-tempest]

The yokai eaits pstiently for the man to get down to his level. To be quite honest, he is merely curious about the other. The soul of this one is different, unique... they are not from here but they are not a spirit.. as far as he knew anyways. The demon stares at Crow, seemingly sizing him up.

“You are not from here... Are you? You smell of blood and death.. a magic not from Runeterra. I’m curious about you.”

He speaks calmly, eyes never leaving the mask but he did know this stranger carried weapons. He does too, but now is not the time.

“I’m not going to attack you... if I was... you wouldn’t be standing now. Alive, probably. But not standing.”

[the-red-tempest]

“oh.. so now people think I’m some kind of mentor... only now do they see that while I was still a livewire, I still knew what I was talking about.. Tch.. Too bad it’s a little too late.. Joined the Blood Moon and now what.”

[the-red-tempest]

diplomatic-steel

"I wasn't aware there were this many."

“There are a lot of them running around, brother... Though the newer ones don’t seem as well thought out..”

[the-red-tempest]

“Great... More demons running around...”