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"I think you are plenty mature. More mature than me in any case, when I get frustrated I find the nearest expensive piece of furniture and chuck it against the wall on my worst days" Chuckles softly and smiles.

"And well...I think if you understand it once, you can understand it again soon enough. After you let all the frustration out, and treat yourself" Kisses her forehead. "And don't punish yourself too much for it"

Sett sighed as he squatted down, gently patting Iyana's side, then laying down next to her to hold her. "Sometimes these things happen huh..." Holds her gently

"It does not." Iyana mumbled - falling against sett as she ran her hands through her hair and sighed.

"Sorry...I promise I can be mature about these things, but...usually, whenever I finally understand something, that things snap into place...it does not suddenly fall apart.

It feels like my brain is not built to understand it."

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There was a perverse satisfaction in watching the wretch struggle, once more both the Kindred were surprised by the depths of their own disgust with the creature. As the wraith was unmade for a while Wolf allowed himself a small chuckle and Lamb tilted her head, but neither made a move on any of the voices, even as some reached out for them and as Kalista reached out to grab them back.

At her question, the Lamb merely shrugged, a somewhat unnatural movement on her.

"Curiosity? Genuine confusion as to why the path you chose was the one you chose? Perhaps you didn't choose it at all." She began to walk around the undead, and though her body shifted to where she was pacing, her eyes remained locked on their interrogee. "You know of our tale, yes? The Gray Man, who split himself in two--"

"So he'd always have a friend. But you? You do not seem to have a 'friend' Kalista of Camavor, thrice betrayed, twice damned. You hunt betrayers, you bind the betrayed, but you remain alone! Or you don't remain you alone!" Wolf approached her, one claw playfully poking the black spear's tip thrusted through her.

"So I guess...if the hunt is not enjoyable, if it's not benefitial to you, if you don't even like it or gain friends from it..."

"Why do you do it? Because you feel it must be done?"

The Kindred had a very unique understanding when it came to undead, while perhaps better than most they knew that in the grand scheme of things it mattered little if one or two thieves stole some time or other hunts from them, in the long run all hunts would come to them...but on the other hand, the act of being robbed a kill was something that irked them so deeply, so powerfully, they couldn't help but show disgust at the undead themselves.

And yet...

"This death does not belong to you, you are merely holding it for us until we get to you--"

"AND WHAT A HUNT THAT WILL BE! THE THRASHING OF MANY SOULS!" Wolf growled, he in particular hated long hunts with no kill, and this thief was one of the worst.

Still, their presence acted like a pin around the Black Mist, keeping Kalista there as they simply just stood there and watched.

"We came here for a simple question."

"How much left of you is there, Kalista of Camavor?"

"How often can you split someone down the middle before there's no more friends to be had?"

"Are you still there? Is there a you there anymore?"

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The Kindred had a very unique understanding when it came to undead, while perhaps better than most they knew that in the grand scheme of things it mattered little if one or two thieves stole some time or other hunts from them, in the long run all hunts would come to them...but on the other hand, the act of being robbed a kill was something that irked them so deeply, so powerfully, they couldn't help but show disgust at the undead themselves.

And yet...

"This death does not belong to you, you are merely holding it for us until we get to you--"

"AND WHAT A HUNT THAT WILL BE! THE THRASHING OF MANY SOULS!" Wolf growled, he in particular hated long hunts with no kill, and this thief was one of the worst.

Still, their presence acted like a pin around the Black Mist, keeping Kalista there as they simply just stood there and watched.

"We came here for a simple question."

"How much left of you is there, Kalista of Camavor?"

"How often can you split someone down the middle before there's no more friends to be had?"

"Are you still there? Is there a you there anymore?"

The seventh spear finally did the betrayer in. His corpse fell backwards, the cyan spears littering his stomach and chest. Kalista rolled her shoulders as she called the spears back to her being, feeling them dissipate into blackish green mist before they entered the wraith's flesh from behind, yet causing not even a shard of pain. Her face was passive and unreadable as she looked down at the dead man.

His face dimly swam into focus - one of the betrayers, which one of the souls pledged to the Spear of Vengeance had tasked her to hunt. What was his name? It had been spoken thrice to her, but by now, there were so many names and memories ghosting around in her head that keeping track of them and their significance was growing impossible. Even recalling her own name - Kalista - felt like an effort on the hardest days.

Blackish green mist with cyan accents swirled around her. The pull of the Shadow Isles beckoned her back home. Kalista flexed her fingers around the spear. Now that this hunt was over, there was no point in staying in this open field. At this moment, the wraith caught the flash of a snow-white figure, standing stock still opposite to her. It caused the pull to be less strong as something akin to curiosity took over.

Ancient training from a long-forgotten time took hold of her body. Kalista lowered her spear, standing to attention. Head raised high, she called, voice echoing as the souls within her spoke in unison: "What does the common death wish to seek us out for? This man was a traitor. His death was ours to bring."

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Mel settled on the edge of the beach, her body crouched as her fingers brushed over the water. The same beach her mother talked about. Her eyes glanced over, though no presence physical shown yet. Still, she could sense them; her parents. "Wolf, Lamb," Mel spoke up as she dipped her hand into the water and allowed it to fall into her palm, cascading between her fingers like waterfalls.

"This is where we first met, isn't it? My Mother spoke of a story here, but... I feel as if, an old memory. You took me in, here. This is where I became your daughter?" She questioned.

The Kindred appeared when their daughter called them, without warning or announcement, they simply walked beside her as if they had just left Volrachnun to speak to her. They did however take a few seconds to answer back, the concept of death trying to fit neatly into 3 dimensions. Into time. Had they been here before? Will they be here later? No. They would be here now.

"Yes, young Wolf. This is where we first met...or perhaps when you first looked back? Younger than most. Younger at least that those who do and live to tell it" Lamb would lean down beside Mel, touching the water and changing it, almost as if it became blood that sprung from her fingers. "A good hunt for a battle of this size...many proud sons of Noxus chose Wolf's maw"

"Bah! Many also chose your Arrows Lamb. All their talk of might and strenght, but just as many Noxians run from me as run at me..." Wolf had been pacing around behind them, the mirage of bodies laying beside them. "But here...oh here there were two who truly did put up a fight. A mother, who would never give up--"

"And a child who could not"

@beastlyarcane

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Nonchalantly & with not one bit of decorum, but a lot of commanding energy: Isolde gently cradles the face of her beloved King to cover it in smoochies; all over from forehead to cheeks, to tip of nose to eyelids. "My Beloved King, are you aware that you are the most precious man alive? If not; I must remind you immediately, you are the most Handsome & Cute man alive⸻♥ ♥ ♥ 🥺"

Almost instinctively Viego uses his Royal cape to hide from any onlooker as he returns the kiss to her beloved, while the other hand drags her in closer.

"That is very simple my Beloved Queen, I was happy enough to be the most Handsome & Cute man alive because that meant I was destined to meet the most Beautiful & Cute woman alive in all the lands~"

@flordivina

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The Most Royal of Creatures in the Camavoran Palace makes his way towards the King, with a lustrous new pair of snickers. Lord Roberto El Pollito III comes into the hall with his signature blue ribbon & graceful pace… or as graceful as a black fat chicken with snickers could look. All knowing not to even dare to touch it as he brings a letter attached to his little backpack: A Love Letter from the Queen herself to her Beloved King. 

Royal Messenger Doves? Who needs them when the Grand Duke of Alovédra was present with all his feathers & elegance? Only him, besides the Queen herself, was allowed to come this close to lean in the Throne by Viego’s & declare he may take the attached paper, written in secret language by the Queen herself so such words would be for his mind only:

There it reads, in perfectly beautiful calligraphy:

“Mi Amor, Mi Rey. I’ll fold you like the prettiest pretzel tonight, Love you ♥”

// :3 ♥

The royal chambers of the current King of Camavor had been emptied, even if his guards gave him a confused look before he repeated himself. He sighed as he flopped very ungratiously onto the bed, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head...it had been another long day, of another long week of another long month...

He hears the knocking on his door, and he is ready to scream about executions before he hears the distinct clucking behind it. Like a small happy puppy he springs out of the bed and rushes the door, opening to find the great and mighty Lord Roberto El Pollito III there. Laughing, he kneels down (something a King should never do) and takes the chicken inside, leaving him in his designated place as he reads the letters.

"Oh....my Beloved..." He feels his face flush as he imagines the situation... "I am your forever pretzel~"

@flordivina

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*poro with a mustache, slowly slides a card & rushes out: * 👁️👁️🐾

it reads:.... ... ...

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it's time to spread positivity! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Snickers.

You binch, this blog is in hiatus!

I'm just happy I have two blogs and 1 sinblog so you can't do to me what we did to Jackie--

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@thegoldentigress

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Her lasher tips were soaked in juicy, slick blood. Evelynn peered down at the woman writhing beneath her in the dirt. Biting her lips to somewhat suppress the shudder of pleasure travelling up her spine at the exquisite symphony of pain her cries had been singing for the last half an hour, one of her lashers touched down, ready to sketch another line of red across this firm, soft stomach.

Suddenly, a noise caught the demon's attention. It cut through the air so abruptly that it was almost jarring. Evelynn rose and looked around like a bird of prey trying to locate a sprinting hare. Underneath her, the woman whimpered and bawled, whispering something about wanting to go home. Planting the same lasher, which had been ready to cut, on her mouth to stifle her noise, Evelynn hissed: "Hush, love! I'll get back to you soon. There is no need to get greedy."

The demon kept harking into the stillness of the dark. Her demon shade enveloped her, camouflaging her in the shadows of the treeline. There was the noise again. Now, Evelynn was quite certain as to what she had heard. Peering up into the sky with glowing eyes, she followed a trail of crows circling above. Finally, Evelynn spotted the seemingly stiff and rigid scarecrow, which had popped up further down the path out of nowhere. Its yellow lantern was swaying back and forth in the wind.

"Hello, love", Evelynn called over, "Fancy seeing you here, old soul. You did not come here for this poor sweetheart, did you?"

She lifted the lasher just enough for the woman to ugly cry: "Please, stop! It hurts!"

Evelynn ignored her, though almost as if in response, she jabbed her lasher into the exposed muscle of her shoulder, dragged it down and split the strong, red meat in two. The woman's resulting wail could be heard for miles. It elicited a pleased chuckle from the demon who rubbed her tummy.

"Because if so, she is already taken."

The most difficult part for him--

No. Not him. IT.

The most difficult part for it was always forming together, oh it could spawn anywhere were fear was present, where chills ran down the spines of humans, and as such it could be anywhere. But every time its entry onto real world was met with pushback, with reality trying to deny it. But nothing, not even the laws of this world, can escape fear.

If it can think, it certainly would think it interesting that even in front of Evelynn it instinctively took his acting pose. There was no fear to milk out of her however, none that was easy or worth the effort, and so almost the moment she speaks, his act drops. The shambling mass of Fiddlesticks walks up to it's...'family'. The fear in her victim was delightful, yes, but the pain was obscuring it. She was drowned in--

"Agony"

The words were forced out of rags and metal. If it knew Evelynn's name as such it didn't care for it. It knew her true name. As he got closer the victim under the demon grew more and more afraid, despite the loss of blood her heart would be pumping faster and harder.

"Doom...comesss....." It's 'voice' was raspy and patchy, made of different screams of the past to communicate as best as possible. "Demons...come...to feast soon!"

"WE....WILL...PREPARE!"

@shimmerbeasts

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"So, knowing you doc, this is just another temporary experiment. And Anwoke is kind enough to understand this too" He goes and gets some of her favorite drinks before coming back and offering it to her.

"Are you trying to see how far the human body can go?"

"..Right.." She felt like a lot of this would be 'getting used to' Comics and movies often made it look so easy-

"..O-Oh, of course - Anwoke?" It seems like she had her own name for the creature as it seemed to retreat back - leaving Iyana in her pajamas.

"..T-Tada..."

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That causes him to snicker. "Tada~" He leans in to give her a gentle kiss on her lips and double checks that she's not hurt before he nods. " 'Anwoke'...what does that mean?"

"Cute Jammies by the way"

"..Right.." She felt like a lot of this would be 'getting used to' Comics and movies often made it look so easy-

"..O-Oh, of course - Anwoke?" It seems like she had her own name for the creature as it seemed to retreat back - leaving Iyana in her pajamas.

"..T-Tada..."

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"Well...it can be scary, that's true. Sometimes it can feel like you live in a world made out of cardboard" He gave a small chuckle as they entered his office and he locked the door behind them. "It takes time to learn, but at some point it becomes second nature. Holding back."

Gently setting her down in the couch he sat in front of her and caressed her cheek.

"Can I see your face now, doc?"

The boss gave a nod to the symbiot, though with much less of a smile, as he gently grabbed the girl. "Well, if you were trying to learn how to swing, the pit IS over a mountain...so not the worst idea..."

He carried her off to somewhere away from prying eyes. "And not a scratch on you doc...so how does all that power feel?"

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The boss gave a nod to the symbiot, though with much less of a smile, as he gently grabbed the girl. "Well, if you were trying to learn how to swing, the pit IS over a mountain...so not the worst idea..."

He carried her off to somewhere away from prying eyes. "And not a scratch on you doc...so how does all that power feel?"

He had to bite his tongue so he wouldn't laugh, even if she had just made a very expensive hole on the ceiling. Squatting down he gave his best smile.

"In your superhero era, are we?"

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He had to bite his tongue so he wouldn't laugh, even if she had just made a very expensive hole on the ceiling. Squatting down he gave his best smile.

"In your superhero era, are we?"

"..." Sett stares at the mysterious woman for a while before chuckling. "Alright Iyana, your new alien friend might help you hide your identity, but I'd recognize those hips anywhere~"

..Iyana had totally not crashed into the pit. Nope. Totally not. She just curled up in a ball in the rubble.

"......h-hi, Sett..."

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He laughed as he was essentially kicked out, standing up quickly with a lfex (more out of habit than anything) before he walked up to Iyana and kissed her cheek. "Nah, I just came in to check on you." He lied, still thinking this was more important than dating. "But we can celebrate later when you make a breakthrough"

"Godspeed, Doc" He waved as he left, already thinking of what to cook for her in the next few hours.

He nods along as his first idea was shut down, honestly he knew it was likely a reach, after all if the solution were so simple then she would have found it already. The reaction to the second one however...well she couldn't understand what she was saying, but was smart enough to recognize that she was talking to herself, and so kept his mouth shut until--

The kiss took him by surprise. Iyana rarely was the one to intitate these things, and there was always something about when a woman took control that made him blush like crazy. Still, he smirked up to her and hugged her gently.

"Sounds like you have some new things to try out eh? Then I'll let you get back to work, doc~" He WAS going to ask her out, but clearly she was on the verge of something important, so it was better to let her do her thing. "I'll probably drop every couple of hours to make sure you aren't overworking yourself though."