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by SenRyuji

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The bold of Caitlyn's rifle racked back, sending the weapon jolting back into the Sheriff's shoulder. The warm earmuffs she wore blocked out the roar of the gun as a small piece of metal exploded from the barrel, rocketing towards her target faster than she could see. The massive white bear toppled over instantly. It would have been invisible in the snow had the blood not been so red. Caitlyn sighed, climbing slowly out of her tree nest to take a look at her prize. The pelt would be worth it.

Perhaps it had been sheer boredom that had led her on her hunting trip. Or maybe, it could be justified by her insatiable thirst for blood that the Institute had regrettably denied time and time again. Sometimes summoners went missing, but they turned a blind eye, knowing it was a trade off for having her as a part of the Champion roster. Today, though, the temptress was feely oddly… primitive. It was just as the sun was setting, Evelynn changed from her dark lace night gown, tossing it carelessly to the floor, swapping it for high boots, tight leather pants lined with fur, and a large jacket. With a coy smile, she began towards the mountains of Freljord, with an appetite for bear.

Two days later, sitting in the frozen tundra with nothing more than a hollow ache in her stomach, she caught scent of the beast that, by all means, had out smarted her, out sized her, and out played her over the past twenty four hours, leaving her irritated and hungry. But not now, not this time. Dashing forward with all the strength left in her body, it was then she heard the unsatisfying echo of a gun shot, ripping through the frozen mountain side with a deafening roar. And with that shot, went her patience and sanity. 

With a low snarl that resonated in the back of her throat, she dashed, kicking down trees that stood in her way, like a toddler throwing a tantrum with ungodly force behind it. “His head will be my meal, and I shall take his prized catch as well.” She hissed under her breath, cursing every step. Crossing the distance of two miles in a measly five minutes, she crouched low, before launching forward, claws beard, eyes narrowed. Landing on top of her target, she instinctively knocked the hand gun aside, before bringing her hand back to take one last swing to rip out his throat. 

Eyes landing on the target, she expected to revel in the kill, satisfied with her hunt, only to hesitate. This… was not a normal hunter. 

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"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Sherrif." Evelynn taunted, seeing her hand slide beneath her dress, presumably for some sort of weapon. Typical, untrustworthy and defensive as ever. "I can only assume you're here, not because you want some sort of amusement or, gods forbid, fun!" With a light laugh, the Temptress vanished for several antagonizing seconds, only to reappear with a bright pink, bubbling drink in her taloned hand. 

The music was pumping so loud, the bones in her body were vibrating with each wave of music, none of which was to her taste. Raising her head to flip her bright flowing hair with one hand, she caught several shady people glancing uneasily at her, to which she smirked. 

Perhaps her reputation as the Queen of the Streets proceeded her. After taking a sip of the frothing drink, and grimacing slightly, she grinned devilishly at the bewildered Piltover Sherrif. "Now, then. Why do you grace scum like me with your presence?"

Drinking and Dancing? (Open)

Caitlyn was just taking another sip of scotch when she heard the all to familiar voice. Her skin crawled ever so slightly, and she was reminded just how exposed she was. Her free left hand fingered the hilt of her holdout pistol, strapped to her leg beneath her dress, but she did not draw it.

"Evelynn" she said, trying to keep her voice as even and flat as possible. "Wasn’t expecting to see you here. Thought you had a more classy taste than this." Her mouth began to water at the thought of their last encounter, but she tried to ignore it.

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Zombie Evelynn

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Evelynn wasn't much for the night club scene, she never really was. The sex was horrible, the drinks were sub-par, and the murder never really felt... as fun as it used to. But she was only as exciting as her most boring night, and so, with nothing left to do but slip into a tight leather dress that reached her thigh, and gladiator heels with devilishly long spikes, she puckered her lips for hot red lipstick, and sauntered into the night.

The Piltover Bar was famous for it's hellish scene, and horrid people, and so, without thinking twice, she set off for the bar, arriving just as both Scum and Summoners alike began to trail in lazily after midnight. The Widowmaker yawned, cracking her neck and back, before blinking twice on the flashing, obnoxious neon sign. Midnight was so early for her, what she assumed to be the equivalent of six in the morning for humanity. 

After slipping into the back, and reappearing next to the counter, she gave a seductive smile to the bartender, who then raced off to get her some concoction of alcohol and chemicals. What a doll. Surveying the surroundings, her eyes narrowed on a particularly unpleasant and familiar sight- the Sherrif...? Oh, now this she could have some fun with... 

Disappearing in a dark pink puff of smoke, she reappeared again, next to the Peacekeeper's ear, giving a dazzling hello, before fading again to avoid a punch. 

"My, my, the Sherrif of Piltover, what a pleasure that you should grace scum with your presence?" 

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"I hate undercover work" Caitlyn muttered to herself as she took another sip of her scotch and tried to ignore the blaring loud music that echoed through the club around her. The police department had received a tip that a gang of drug traders had been spotted around this club, possibly doing business with its patrons. Caitlyn had gone in to discover if this was in fact true.

Two days ago.

She had been in and out of the club over and over trying in vain to spot any kind of link between the club and the drug ring. The only thing she had found were a few junkies and an abusive boyfriend, the latter of which she had put in the hospital. Her black fingerless gloves covered the raw red knuckles she had received after beating his face in. She clenched her fist and smiled through the pain. “Worth it” she muttered to herself, and took another drink.

Her flowing black dress was the last one she had brought to the hotel, and as she took another look around the club, she was actually considering giving this tip up for good. After all, it had been days. If they were going to show themselves, they would have.

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Letting out a small giggle of enjoyment, she wandered forward, inhaling deeply the smell of sex that radiated from her body. For such a woman of power, she crumbled under each touch. It made her wonder just what would happen if her tongue, or fingers, were to find their way into her hot, dripping pussy. 

"Caitlyn, love," Her voice was silky and rough as velvet, and she licked her lips softly, entranced with the beautiful woman before her. "I'm not going to hurt you, dear." Grabbing the sheets faster than the sheriff could react, her gorgeous body glowing under the pale moonlight.

"I simply want to play." She murmured huskily. 

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Evelynn let out a soft laugh that twinkled through the air, before inhaling deeply. Everything about the Sheriff was giving her away, from the dilating pupils to the shivers that ran across her perfect skin, even the slight shaking in her knees as she tried to hold in the wetness building between her legs. But even in such a weak state, the pink haired temptress knew better than to tease a woman with a loaded gun. Eve had learned that lesson through experience, something that she never wanted to repeat.

With nimble fingers, she quickly unloaded the gun, crushing the bullet and sprinkling the gun powder on the floor. A giggle escaped her lips- it was so cruel, toying with the mighty woman, but the idea of her hips spread wide, tongue circling her clit while she screamed Evelynn's name was so much more appealing. 

Leaning down, her light blue fingers brushed a strand of hair away from her ear, as whispered roughly into her ear. "Tell me, Caitlyn, do you know what hand cuffs are really good for?" Quicker than lightning, Evelynn snatched them from her belt, clicking them around the Sheriff's wrists with a satisfying snap. "Because I have a whole list of ideas."

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Succubus Evelynn by Gunnstration

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Your really good at being a fucking whore. Congrats on the aids, bitch. I dont know what stuff you do, but people like you make a me sick.

((Okay slow down there Mario. First of all, if you'd like to have a mature conversation, which I assume you don't, please come off anon and message me privately about the matter. The matter being that I role play a sexually promiscuous woman, who explores her sexuality and is open about it. These are things which, in my person opinion, are healthy for women and men alike, in fact, healthy for all human beings. Developing and exploring your sexuality can lead a person to learn more about themselves, and the partner they like. But that's a discussion for another hate message. I'm truly sorry you don't enjoy my writing. Personally, I love writing it. But please understand that, while it may disgust you, it brings excitement, happiness, and hilarity to the people and friends of the FoJ, a group which I know as a family. The FoJ does not stand for acts of hatred against role players, nor their characters, and as such, I'm asking you, from one person to another, to please stop sending such messages, and simply unfollow. 

Thank you

Evelynn))

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Evelynn was quick behind the Sheriff, sneaking through the closed door with ease and precision, watching as it  was closed and locked behind her. Glancing around the room, her eyes surveyed the scenery, taking in the piles of paperwork and mounds of files and wanted posters taped around the room, like a shrine dedicated to the darkest of people. Quietly sauntering through the room, she spotted a couch, the only place that wasn't scattered with paperwork, and sprawled herself out on it.

Her legs parted slowly, the smell of sex rising through the air, hot and thick. Biting back an almost powerful moan of desire, she watched with heated eyes as the Sheriff, Miss Goody Two Shoes herself, kicked off her boots and spread her thighs.

The sight was too much, and even before she started, Evelynn was too hot to hold back. Taking her finger, she circled the lips of her pussy, wet and aching with need, and held back a mewl of delight. Sliding it gently over her clit in teasing circles, she thrust upward, hissing silently in delight. Oh, gods, she wouldn't last much longer if she didn't get on top of that woman.

Dashing with unknown speed, still unseen to the brown haired beauty undressing herself, she knelt down in between her parted legs. Eve's eyes stared at the wet flesh, and like a bee to honey, she knelt into her legs, and tongued her pussy, moaning softly at the beautiful taste. 

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The changing of seasons was one thing Evelynn looked forward to every year, waiting anxiously day after day for the signs of warmth to radiate through the gloom of winter. Sadly, today was not that day. Awaking unusually early in anticipation, around six at night, her bright eyes dimmed to a mournful glow, seeing the overcast skies that clouded up the sun fall she so desperately craved. Letting out a small mewl of disappointment, she tossed off the silk covers that caressed her skin so softly, and hooked her thumbs under her lace underwear, shimmying them down to the floor gracefully. 

Her muscles ached, and with a large stretch that pulled her upwards, the soft blue skin, naked and beautiful in the stormy sky, radiated a soft, lovely color. The pink hair that stood atop her head was curled and messy, falling into a beautiful cascade of loops and waves down her back, tickling her skin. 

Biting her lip as the wind blew through her windows, her light blue nipples hardened, causing a pleasant ache to coarse through her body. She was unusually horny. And not in the "sex and done" kind of way. No, this was a time when she needed thorough pleasure, one that lasted hours under the hot sheets, screams and moans with bare skin rubbing and grinding against each other.

Evelynn had exhausted all of her sex resources, each of them either killed or "missing", and she whined in an uncomfortable ache as the depths of her stomach twisted in sexual knots. Without a second thought, the Widowmaker grabbed the silk robe of black off the nightstand, wrapping it around her loosely, not bothering with her hair or shoes, and dashed invisible into the corridor. She needed someone who was hot to touch, hot to taste, and almost as kinky as she was. Biting her lip, she glanced around the swarms of champions and summoners that flooded through the hallways, searching silently for the one. 

It wasn't until a large purple hat floated past the swarms that her curiosity was sparked- Eve followed her, darting unseen in the shadows as she watched Caitlyn's fast, purposeful steps. Yes, she grinned, fangs glowing with anticipation, licking her lips with the the mere thought of such a beauty below her. The Sheriff. What a perfect playmate. 

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Happy Valentine’s day with Evelynn!

Blanks and other possibilities here

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It took a hell of a lot of wing flapping and frustrated bird calls, but finally, the pink haired devil was starting to get the gist of what Valor was saying, or at least, trying to say. Taking a step closer, her heels sunk into the mud,pulling her down like the world was holding her back. Anyone who had ever known Evelynn knew that her love of heels was dangerous and passionate, but for that moment, the shoes were just shoes. Throwing off the heels, she flung them into the woods, were the sat in a bog, melting in acid. 

Tears streamed down her face, and she made a mad dash towards the soldier, who stood puzzled and motionless. The Widow's toes squished between the mud, unpleasant at best, absolutely disgusting at it's worst, but still she ran. Flinging out her arms, she jumped towards Quinn, wrapping her with the tiny wrists and clinging on for dear life. Now that she wore no heels, she had to stand on her toes, still muddy and wet from the run, and even then, she was much shorter. Tucking her face into the burrow of her armor, she let out a cry of happiness, tears soaking her shirt. "I don't want a girl who knows who they are. I want a girl who has the guts to be... to be themselves. I want you. I want you, Quinn."

Valor had the reaction to fly off of Evylynn’s shoulders as she threw her fit. Once she was done he flew up, dug his claws into her outfit, turned her around, and landed back on the ground. He pointed to himself carefully, then stood himself up tall, mocking Quinn. He styled his hair and everything to make himself look even more like her. He designed his wings to make a heart, and dreamily looked over sideways next to him., the proceeded to fly to that location The second that was over, he put his hair up even more and made himself look like Evelynn. He made googly eyes straight at where he was previously standing. However, after that he quickly flew a few feet above ground, seeming to soar away for a split second, before coming back and making himself look like Quinn again, pretending to wake up from a nap, and looking confused. He then took his wings and covered his eyes. He styled himself as Evelynn again, flew back into the air, swooped down and grabbed a pebble, held it high and proud, and puffed out his chest. He then flew back down, made himself look like Quinn again, and looked where he had been flying, then covered his eyes again, and made a mocking parody of him running away.

After this display he sat glaring at Evelynn. His message should’ve been simple enough to understand. “QUINN. IS. PRETENDING. YOU. DON’T. EXIST. BECAUSE. SHE. DOESN’T. UNDERSTAND. HER. FEELINGS.” Oh my goodness was it really that hard. 

Upon glaring at her a few more minutes he suddenly flew straight up into the air letting out the biggest caw that he could muster. Within seconds, Quinn was back to where he was, "Valor!? Valor did you call me!?" She ran through and stopped short, 

"Valor I see her… I’m… crazy. I see a fake Evelynn standing right there. She never existed did she. Evelynn would never love me." Quinn fell to her knees, never loosing sight of the Evelynn standing in front of her. Valor flew to Quinn’s shoulder and made a gesture to Quinn saying ‘I knew this would happen. Deal with it.’ "Evelynn left, because she never existed, Valor. So why do I see her right now? Why can’t I just forget my mind ever played such a cruel trick on me, to think that someone… that stunning would ever care about ME." Quinn would NEVER put herself down, but right here and now, she thought she was crazy. She had always tried to been stable her whole life, but there were moments she thought she could hear Caleb when Valor was talking. It made her feel absolutely insane, which is how she felt now. "Besides… Demacia would never allow me to love a girl, would they, Valor? But I can’t get her out of my head… Why did she ever come to me in the first place? If she wanted love why didn’t she go to someone known for loving… someone who knows themselves." Quinn drabbled on until Valor smacked her in the head and held her gaze up directly at Evelynns and flew on top of Eve’s head, glaring at both of them.

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Evelynn was silent, starring forward into the woods, watching that gorgeous, feisty warrior of a woman that she loved with all her heart, and tears fell, softly at first, before coming in waves, rolling off her cheeks and dampening the moss below. Her heels dug into the dirt, like she was going to run in her arms, run into the only happiness she ever knew, but she stood still. Even with that damned bird giving her hell, she stood perfectly still.

"I love you." She said softly, the hurt seeping into her voice, an unwelcome guest in the moment, but present nonetheless. "I love you and you forgot me." The tears were bitter now, racking her ribs in violent sobs, like that moment where she was held and loved, only this time, there was no one there to tell her things were okay.

Turning her head in shame, she let out a hit a wail before slamming her heel into a tree, and watching with bitter satisfaction as it splintered and collapsed, coming down with a groan. "GOD DAMMIT QUINN WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME." She screamed, throwing out thorns of shadows, taking down more trees with her. "AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU ANYMORE. DID YOU FIND ANOTHER FREAK TO REPLACE ME." Clutching her head and screaming an ear-splitting cry, and snarled. 

"You were my everything. You were my night and my day. And now you won't even grace me with your eyes."

There was no mistake in Quinn’s mind that she heard Evelynn’s voice. She knew that if she turned around she would see her running. However, Quinn also knew that it was a fake. A figment of her imagination trying to traumatize her more. Quinn was a proud warrior, a fighter. She did not need to fight whatever was behind her. This was not her home, nor her world. She continued walking forward without looking back.

It was Valor that flew off of her shoulder and helped Evelynn defeat the shadow creatures. Though he was NOT happy about the idea of helping the woman who had wooed the heart of his master, he knew it was for the best to save her. He cawed a loud and mighty caw that symbolized that he demanded Quinn’s attention, but she did not turn around, even for him.

"Come on, Valor. We’re leaving. I do not wish to see her die, even if she’s not real. Let us go spy on someone, we love doing that." He did not budge, and refused to. He continued attacking and attacking. Quinn was too far away for him to hear her anymore, but he could sense that she was still leaving. She really didn’t want anything to do with this. Even if she believed this Evelynn was a fake, she couldn’t bring herself to watch her get hurt. 

Upon the defeat of the shadow creatures, Valor glared at Evelynn. He gave her the hardest stare that he had ever given anyone in the world. The look said, ‘look, lady. Quinn likes you n’ all, so imma help you, but that doesn’t mean that I’m happy about it.’ He then nodded and flew up and landed on her shoulder. He was much heavier than a normal bird. 

He then thought to himself, ‘Did Quinn not just say that I’m more important? Did she not say that she didn’t want to leave me behind? Since I flew back, shouldn’t she have helped me??” He used his senses to outreach the area and find her, but when he did he heard, "Valor!? VALOR!? You stupid featherfluff! We. Need. To. Leave!! I KNOW YOU’RE LISTENING!" It was like she was herself again now that she believed Eve was out of her life forever. 

He contemplated it for a second. Quinn would be her normal self, forgetting that Eve ever existed. It’s how she would cope with the idea of loosing something she didn’t understand. If she didn’t get it, if she didn’t KNOW it, she did n’t even acknowledge it. However, he thought of how happy she would be if she knew Eve was ACTUALLY here and doing things to save Quinn’s stupid life. Reluctantly he gave out a sight and pointed a wing in the direction of his master. He then playfully and painfully bit Evelynn on the head. She would have to get used to him being around. 

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"Life has a thing of bringing happiness and tearing it away when you most need it." She murmured, familiar with the experience. She too found love, and it was ripped away as her lover, Fate, had left to experience the "wild" side of life and women. Rubbing her hands together and letting out a short breath from the cold, she glanced down in surprise. 

The knitted cap kept her pointed ears hidden, and her pink hair concealed, save for the few strands here and there that flung themselves out wildly. Her skin must have been overlooked in the cold, mistaken for frostbite. Her eyes were hurt, but it vanished instantaneously as she brushed the question off. "I'll escort you back to the warmth of civilization, where you'll be safe, Mr..." Her eyes brows sunk in. What was his name, anyway?

Varus slowly opened his slightly forzen eyes and looked down at the woman holding him. "Then life has thrown me in a cyclone as of late, all this hope dashed for some other person..." he glazed over the woman she was dressed in a coat and scarf that coverd most of her body in this position.

"May I ask who, who found me?" He shook softly in the cold, but his Ionian clothes helped buff the cold and produce more heat.