Do not hug me.

est. 9th august 2017 header:@ask-bron-nashor

[thefirstbornn]

"I have never seen such an odd colour of a coat.." - Lamb

“My fur is the first to have been created, along with the one named Volibear.” The Firstborn glanced at Lamb. “I am surprised that you have not seen furs like mine before, Archer. You claim so many souls, and yet you haven’t seen any?”

@a-kindred-lover-1​

[danceofarrowandteeth]

“We have seen many;however, most are bright colours, rarely ever a dark and intimidating one such as yours.” Lamb explained to him, Wolf decided to aid her.

“The most furs I’ve seen are blue and violet..not the same as blood.”

@thefirstbornn

[thefirstbornn]

“Surprising. I assumed that many you hunted would have their fur matted with blood before you took away their essence.” His words were not an attempt to aggravate the hunters; it was simply an observation of his.

His fist glowed softly, and he raised it to inspect it. Ornn’s eyes were illuminated a soft red, before lowering. “What purpose do you have here? There are none to claim in my forge. No lives to tear apart, into tattered pieces.”

Now that one was insulting. He didn’t like Wolf very much.

[thefirstbornn]

|| like for a starter. ||

[thefirstbornn]

-hugs them-

Ornn’s gaze shifts to the grey face, expression empty. 

“If you do not remove yourself, then I will use my fists.” He raised his burning, magma hand to emphasise his point, squeezing it to let the fire dancing through his fingers burn brighter. 

[thefirstbornn]

|| guess who. ||

[thefirstbornn]

|| im a dirty liar but im gonna try be back in the next two weeks ||

[sucedia-deactivated20240717]

a special girl!!!

[thefirstbornn]

"I have never seen such an odd colour of a coat.." - Lamb

“My fur is the first to have been created, along with the one named Volibear.” The Firstborn glanced at Lamb. “I am surprised that you have not seen furs like mine before, Archer. You claim so many souls, and yet you haven’t seen any?”

@a-kindred-lover-1​

[thefirstbornn]

|| guess who. ||

[thefirstbornn]

“What are you making, Firstborn?” (I thought I sent this in already but when I checked I couldn't find it so sorry about that if I didn't >w>)

“A weapon which can be used for those that are not comfortable fighting up close, but also do not want to hurl projectiles. I do not know what to call it yet.”

[thefirstbornn]

“What are you making, Firstborn?”

“A double edged axe. It is hard hitting, but light to grip and swing. A less finer piece, but nontheless, it will serve it’s purpose.” The Firstborn answered, before exhaling a large cloud of flames onto the blade in his hand.

[thefirstbornn]

“What are you making, Firstborn?” (shadowofdarkin)

Ornn held up the weapon in hand, eyes burning with pleased achievement. 

“A blade that can withstand any magical elements thrown at it, using Demacian petricite. A fair tool to be used in the battles of Freljord.”

@shadowofdarkin​

[thefirstbornn]

“Hmn. I see there are a wave of new visitors who wish to see me,” Ornn mused. “I wonder if my tales have come back into favour.”

[thefirstbornn]

Demacia.

Ornn had heard many tales of this city, especially of the architecture. The walls of the state were said to be built with walls that deterred magic. By Freljord, they even had a giant statue that was the perfect weapon against mages. It was powered by magic, though. That was a flaw, which he could have easily overcome. But it was still impressive.

So much so, that it would be crazy for the Blacksmith to not admire it. Granted, he could go without the constant gawping of the humans - which was a common occurence whenever he wanted to leave his forge to visit other places.

But it would be worth it. After all, critiquing and appreciating others’ works was always something he enjoyed.

Ornn stood on the outskirts of Demacia, staring up at the wall in front of him. He ran a hand along it, muttering to himself softly about the make, and consistency of the surface.

@askyourfavoritecrownguard

[lady-crownguard]

Lady Crownguard had hear of the Demigod’s arrival, it had been impossible for her not to. All the citizens to pass him by had been alerting the guards, but still, no one could decipher his intentions. As the girl approached the figure, who stared up at the great wall, she cleared her throat. Hoping to get his attention.

Although, it was common knowledge the walls were innately based upon anti magic materials. The same as who the city state’s sentinels had been built upon.

If this stranger chose to attack the girl, she’d be practically shining a flashlight at him. She was too weak, the walls thrived off of her ability.

“Hello- sir, my name is Luxanna Crownguard, your arrival has caused quite a stir, it’s enough for anyone to take notice of you.”

She held her hand out, hoping her introduction wasn’t sounding too posh.

[thefirstbornn]

“Huh?” he looked down at the small girl. Ornn had been distracted in the petricite walls sitting in front of him, but after glancing around him, he then realised the voice was coming from near his feet. Then his brow knitted as he could feel some traces of weak magic in her veins. In a city like Demacia, now that was new.

“I don’t like unnecessary contact.” He answered, looking down at her outstretched hand. “But it’s a pleasure. I’ve heard stories of the Crownguards.” The Firstborn then looked around, at the others who were watching from afar, scared to approach him. It wasn’t solitude, but it was better than all of them coming to poke and prod him. 

“I didn’t realise Demacia accepts magic users now,” he mumbled gruffly to her after a pause. Ornn was interested in how she would react, and if she knew about her power herself.

[thefirstbornn]

Ornn loves looking at weaponry and places, to see who forged or created them. Whilst secluded in his Forge, he knows about a lot of famous blacksmiths.

If there’s one way to get Ornn’s attention, is to show him a good piece of handiwork.

[thefirstbornn]

"Well, at least she didn't try to touch me," he thought to himself, eyes narrowing at the yordle. He was taken aback by her reaction, wondering what to do in this situation. Followers were not something new to Ornn, but this was the first time he's seen one so... excited.

Ornn grunted. "Stop shouting. You'll wake up the the dead if you're not careful. And that's already happened in those Isles in the south."

Not bothering to stand, he looked down at Poppy, noting her hammer and attire. "Not bad," he told her, signalling towards the hammer. "Can I see that closer?"

[thefirstbornn]

Demacia. Ornn had heard many tales of this city, especially of the architecture. The walls of the state were said to be built with walls that deterred magic. By Freljord, they even had a giant statue that was the perfect weapon against mages. It was powered by magic, though. That was a flaw, which he could have easily overcome. But it was still impressive. So much so, that it would be crazy for the Blacksmith to not admire it. Granted, he could go without the constant gawping of the humans - which was a common occurence whenever he wanted to leave his forge to visit other places. But it would be worth it. After all, critiquing and appreciating others' works was always something he enjoyed. Ornn stood on the outskirts of Demacia, staring up at the wall in front of him. He ran a hand along it, muttering to himself softly about the make, and consistency of the surface. @askyourfavoritecrownguard

[thefirstbornn]

Ornn stuck to the forest and mountains instead of the villages. Ionia was a big place, and he was not willing to get involved with others. But it was an island, and it was tricky to stay to the outskirts of it.  However, he wished to see the different things it held. The forged collections, the architecture. Things which he could take inspiration from. 

Although, the place was teeming with magic. That was something which was souring the trip.

Huffing, the blacksmith clomped around the greenery, not bothering to be quiet. By making noise, it meant that those creatures (what were they called, Vastaya?) would be less likely to bother him.

After a while, he began to hum to himself, taking in the fresh, cool air.

@ahrichus

[ahrichus--archived-blog]

The weather was just the right temperature, with the occasional warm breeze carrying the scents of countless blossoms. The sun was shining softly. The birds were all singing cheerfully. It was a perfect day, just the way Ahri liked it. She took her time to admire any particularly bright flowers or listen to nearby birds’ melodies. That is, until she heard an unfamiliar one. That didn’t sound like any bird she’d encountered before.

Unlike this intruder, Ahri’s movements were silent. The ruckus startled the creatures and she watched sadly as their chattering stopped abruptly and they all scampered off. The kumiho sniffed the air, quickly grimacing. He smelled like… smoke and charcoal. How distasteful.

With her brow furrowed, she emerged from her hiding place to follow this… thing in its tracks.

[thefirstbornn]

The foreign scenery may have snatched away his attention, but the Demigod was always alert. With a twitch and sniff, he could smell a strong stench of magic.

Ornn's nose wrinkled in displeasure.

Deftly turning his head to the stranger, his fierce gaze inspected the Kumiho. Now, this was a creature he had never seen before; the many tails and clothes were probably normal in Ionia. But he was still wary.

"What do you want, magic user?" Gruffly speaking to Ahri, he gripped onto Hammer, trying to make it more comfortable in his hand. It most likely came off as threatening, however.

[thefirstbornn]

Ornn wasn’t one for travelling most of the time. But after years of hiding away at his hearth grew tiresome. Anivia hadn’t visited in quite a while; probably going through her cycle again. A lengthy one, he had to admit. Other than that, he had none others who would visit him.

He had heard a few tales of a city that was not too far off from Freljord, where technology was thriving. Now this was ludicrous to the Blacksmith: a city that did not forge their equipment? Nonsense.

The journey was an easy feat, but instead of appearing in a city that was ‘technologically advanced’, he ended up on a mountain top, looking down at a smokey, grey, disgustingly dirty city instead. 

His snout scrunched up in disgust at the smell, as he glared down at the scenery. “Eugh.”

@causing-havoc

[sacred-swcrd-deactivated2018073]

Jinx was utterly B O R E D! Because a recent massive robbery that occurred in Zaun, the wardens are everywhere, and that meant Jinx couldn’t roam as freely because every corner was covered by wardens or cameras. She made her way quickly out of Zaun and was making her way around the outskirts, far away from public view.

Then she saw something… unusual to say the least. A creature with fur red as blood, and more importantly, looked F L U F F Y. A smile grew across her face, and she approached, Fishbones and Pow-Pow close t hand in case it attacked. “Well, well well… a new face comes to Zaun!” she said eyeing down the other “Who exactly a r e you?”

[thefirstbornn]

His gaze was steady as he stared at the stranger with burning eyes. This was a weird one, with her manner of speaking and the weapons she held.

She reeked of magic and corruption.

"Ornn." The Firstborn replied shortly and to the point. "No further pleasantries. What do you want from me."