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"Fascinating. I do not think I have yet had the pleasure to feed on phantom pain."

The voice came from the shadows of the Immortal Bastion, and a pair of bright, yellow eyes shining like printed coins opened in the sea of black. Sharp, irregular, dark teeth split into a horrific grin, unseen in the darkness. However, as the demon sauntered out of the shadows, she had festered in like an infection in someone's body; she had chosen a slender yet muscular frame. Not quite as big and broad-shouldered as Noxians tended to be, but with sleek, well-toned muscles promising a hard kick or a swipe, which could make you choke on your own spit.

Evelynn's skin was still as paleish purple as ever, with darker shadowy accents, mimicking the shapes of clothing. Her claws gleamed a bright magenta, just like the flame-like dot on her tuft of snow-white hair. Her lashers swirled around her legs like a pair of adders, ready to snap at a new victim. Her lips, now full and kissable, pulled into an almost endearing smile. Evelynn rested her cheek in a clawed hand, leaned forward a bit and eyed that red, pulsing arm, ending in sharp, large talons. Her gaze specifically focused on the spot where the demonic magic merged with the stump of human flesh.

"Though, normally I do not bother with it", Evelynn purred, "After all, why bother with a shallow imitation when the real deal is much riper in flavour." She chuckled, licking her teeth as if she had just spoken of a juicy pear and not a severed, still bleeding stump. The demon had to resist the urge to trail her claws over Swain's arm. "Forgive the interest, old friend. I do not think I have ever seen such a peculiar living situation. Sure, I wore a human's skin before, but this... Makes me wonder: Does it feel good to be coated up in all this blood and juices in someone's innards?"

🔴 - "The fun thing about having a phantom limb is that at times it will itch with the memory of sepsis and you will be left scratching spectral feathers and bloody red viscous ichor searching for festering skin. "

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"I've never actually told anyone out loud before that I'm interested in this so promise me you'll be cool if I tell you?" - Caitlyn /Vi

It must sound crazy in some way. Jinx had kidnapped her, so how could it be that she actually found hte concept of Vi kidnapping her enticing and thrilling.

The other question was how to even tell the zaunite. She had escaped from the enclosure of the house to outside, letting her bare feet pace along the ground. Everything in her life had been twisted, she had even become more thrilled by the thought of pain thanks to Evelyn. Not to the extreme nature the demon had put her through, but she found she enjoyed the deeper cuts and scratches, the smell of blood within the sexual acts and tasting it upon her tongue. She shook her head as she rubbed her hand against her forehead.

Its not that she was afraid to tell Vi about this interest, they had always spoke truthfully; she just didn't know how to word it. A small whisper in the back of her mind that maybe it would be too much, too extreme. She be a freak that Vi would not want to be around. Her lips pulled up in a growl at herself, fending off those negative thoughts.

But when Vi spoke up with her classic hey cupcake, Caitlyn jumped and twisted around. "Violet! Janna damn, I swear you get a thrill out of spooking me when I'm deep in thought," Caitlyn mused, as she shook her head. But since she was here, she wanted to get it out before it boiled over. "I've... never actually told you this, but... there's something i'm interested in. I just, promise you'll be collected while I try to explain this?" She asked as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"I can't get it out of my head, but... I want you to hunt me down," Caitlyn said as she glanced up. "I want you to go all out, one day. Just, chase me down, kidnap me, and keep me all to yourself. Sex or not, I don't care... I just... is that weird? That I want you to do that, even after what happened before?" Caitlyn questioned, her palms a little sweaty as she was sure Vi would understand what she hinted at.

Little escaped Vi's notice. During her time in Stillwater, she, but especially Pink, had become incredibly perceptive to the slightest change in a room around her. People who were not present for dinner. The smallest shift in the stance of a guard foretold that someone was about to get violently hit. That twitch in the eyes of the bigger criminals when they had laid eyes on someone much smaller to extort items from. The weird extra chunk in her cat food meals hid one of the pills with which the guards drugged her.

Thus, Vi had noticed Caitlyn slipping out of the manor into the large garden almost as soon as the door swung back and forth on its hinges. Without hesitation, the Zaunite had followed. Dropping into a lower position, Pink took over out of habit and slowly began to creep her way through the grass, paws placed with as little weight as possible to muffle the sound of her steps.

Caitlyn was pacing back and forth on the path in front of a pavilion. Her mate was shaking her head and rubbing her forehead. Vi's nostrils flared as she crept a bit closer. She picked up on certain pheremones which told her that Caitlyn was bothered by something or someone. Had someone chosen to insult her mate? Vi clenched her teeth in a soundless growl. Who has to say goodbye to their throat?

Better figure out what was going on.

Vi got up, brushed her palms against each other to clean them of dirt, and stepped towards Caitlyn. Grinning widely, she called out: "Heyah, Cupcake!" That seemed to do the trick. Caitlyn practically leapt up in the air and whirled around. Vi busted out laughing. Brushing a hand through her wild, short, magenta red hair, she teased: "Maybe a little bit. But hey, I cannot help it when you are so predictable." She winked.

However, as soon as Caitlyn grew nervous and flustered in a way which clearly seemed to go beyond her usual reaction to her flirting, Vi crossed her arms before her chest and gave an encouraging nod. "When have you ever seen me lose my cool while you gushed about anything? Fire away, Cait. I am all ears", she said.

Her expression softened into a blend of concern and understanding as Caitlyn explained exactly what was on her mind. It seemed to be the type of kink which she had longed to talk about for a long time. Vi stepped forward and took Caitlyn's clammy hands. Pressing them together, she said: "I don't think it is as weird as you fear. I mean, sure, Jinx definitely must have damaged your hunting instincts, given what happened, but you are still a predator. Bringing game down is kind of in our blood. And hey, scary is always exciting. And after having pushed you away so much, even for your own safety, maybe I should finally lay proper claim to you."

Her hands grabbed Caitlyn by the hips in a steady and secure grip before she suddenly picked her up, spun around on the spot and put her down on the ground. Vi growled: "I may be more of a jump at you and wrestle you down to the ground type of person, but I can run really long distances. Probably longer than I should be able to run. I am pretty sure not only would I be able to keep pace with you, but not even the trees of the woods would provide safe cover for you. No matter how much you zigzag, I would always be two steps behind. The leaves would rustle under my footsteps, the twigs would snap. I would sound like I am everywhere. No matter which way you turn, you'd always have to expect me to come rushing at you from around the nearest tree. And even if you managed to escape into the open grassland, you would not be safe because then I could not just run you to exhaustion, I could also jump and bring you down. Who knows, maybe I deliver such a strong blow to you that you get knocked out cold."

Her hands wandered behind Caitlyn's hip and rested on her ass. Squeezing it tightly, she whispered: "Then when you are knocked out, I could bring you anywhere on this large estate of yours. It could be your bedroom. It could be some dark, dingy cellar. It could be another valley, so far away you'd be hard pressed to spot your mansion. You'd be so out of sight that there would be no hope for you to be rescued if I chose to end you in this isolation. Your blood caking my teeth and crusting up against my lips. Though maybe you'd even be too good to just kill. Perhaps I'd just want to mate with you in peace. How do you think would I wake you up? By eating you out? Or maybe I am fingering you from behind while your body is pressed on the forest ground, my teeth continuously marking your neck, my pants in your ears as I keep working you over, vagina rubbing against your behind, seeking any friction as my fingers fuck you raw!"

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Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

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I may not be cut out for "make something new every day/every three days" challenges (I don't think anyone is tbh) but I will serve full meals hot and spicy 🥵

This one has been in the works for a while but I can happily say that Vi's tattoos are about as accurate as can be without having the original source files!

You can support my art and find the uncensored version on patreon ✨ (a nip as a treat)

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So, I feel the need to make this post, both as a sign of solidarity with one of my friends, but also because I am genuinely mad right now.

My friend and I write incest. Yes, we do not condone it. No, it is not done purely for the sake of seeing the sisters sleep with one another. No, it is not supposed to be something romantic. We use the incest as a psychological exploration in the girl's mental state, specifically how both Jinx and Vi react to Vi being at her lowest point and how Jinx tries to help in an arguably very misguided attempt. And yes, obviously, there will be certain segments which are supposed to be read in a more sexualised light as Jinx either a) tries to get her sister aroused or b) gets aroused herself. I actually made an entire post about how the incest works on this blog and that, again we - do - not - condone - it!

But apparently, we have to reiterate it. Again, if this makes you uncomfortable, you are free to unfollow and block us or even filter out the tags, which for the uninitiated are incest cw and alluded incest cw. Normally, I would not have even made this post because I respect people unfollowing and blocking me. I would have moved on with my day because, honestly, I do not care about you after you unfollow or block me. You clearly do not want me in your rping space, so I am not gonna cry after you.

But no, that would have been too much to ask for, wouldn't it? Apparently, the person who unfollowed/blocked me updated their rules, which is valid, of course, but also that update to the rules is what ticked me off. To paraphrase, this person claimed that they are allegedly okay with Dead Dove, Do Not Eat, but please update your content warning if it changes because there are some topics they do not wanna deal with.

So, let me get this straight: I have done everything in my power to warn people on the post itself that this contains incest, because I tagged it accordingly. In other words, you could have very easily filtered that out. I also made an entire post explaining what I was about to do explorationwise, yet you somehow missed that. I mentioned on my pinned post that I deal with darker content, even though I did not mention the incest by name. And yet that still was not enough for you?!

No, instead, you try to tell people how to run their own blog in your own rules. Do you wanna know why I did not add incest to the listed examples? Because, guess what, it does not occur that often on the blog! The big shit I want people to be informed about are the murder and the cannibalism. Point is: You do not tell people how they are supposed to run their blogs. They are not your mother!

If you have not figured out how to use the tools at your disposal - blocking/unfollowing, using Tumblr's filter system to make it so you do not see what you don't wanna see, fucking talking with the Mun in question -, then you should not be on Tumblr. In fact, maybe you should not be online, period.

I am not telling you how to run your blog.

Don't you dare to have the nerve to tell me how to run mine!

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Even though Jinx would never admit it out loud, she was intimately familiar with externalising one's inner turmoil. Even now, as she led Vi towards the desk so her sister could lie down upon it, her gaze categorised everything she saw. The broken bottles and smashed chair pieces caged how you could move in this space. Each step seemed to carry a flurry of dust with it. Crickets skittered away from their feet. The faucet dripped obnoxiously irregularly. The walls, sink, and toilet had signs of wear and wanton destruction. Vi must have kicked and punched against certain parts in the room until things broke. White charcoal lines counted the days on a wall, crossed out whenever Vi hit the number five. She must have been tracking her time in this space for months.

Is this what Stillwater was like?

Jinx had only seen the prison once, back when Sevika and she had busted out Isha and half of Zaun. It had been creepy, sure, and uncanny, but even back then, Jinx had never fully been able to take it as seriously as she probably should. When you had realised how weak Enforcers were, once you actually put them at the end of a barrel for a change, you really could not respect anything of theirs anymore. Thus, even when entering that iron beast's belly, Jinx had just not found it in her to be scared.

That did not mean she did not find the place deplorable and disgusting. Jinx had not forgotten what the Enforcers had done on the bridge so many years ago. It probably had been a mercy that she had never seen the shot which killed her mother. However, even as Powder, she had seen the Enforcers gun down innocent people, invade the Undercity, and roughhouse its denizens. She was no fool. Anyone who donned the blue was an enemy. Vi had been an enemy when she had donned the blue.

Still, the parts of the prison she had seen, while cold and desolate, maybe even a bit spooky, had not yet been as dread-inducing as the horror stories survivors liked to talk about. They spoke of cells without sunlight, strange, brown mush with gelatin for food, beatings with bayonets and hard labour to the point you could collapse from exhaustion. They spoke of a hellhole, which could easily become your coffin if you were not careful. Had that been Vi's Stillwater? But why could she don the blue then? Wouldn't she oppose the idea more than anything else?

"Oh, Vi...", Jinx whispered under her breath as her purple gaze fell upon her sister. Violet lay curled up on the desk, which served as her bed. Her fur was bristling, and she had pressed her hands against the back of her neck. Her tail curled tightly around her calves as if it sought out a friction to soothe her. She had pulled the measly blanket over herself as if she wanted to shrink into it. She looked so godawfully small like this. Nothing like the vicious, competent brute who had attempted to kill her. Normally, if another predator was injured, there was a high chance that its kin would abandon it, especially when there was a chance it could no longer be taken care of.

But sometimes, the bonds of family were closer than any instinct. Vi may have tried to kill her multiple times, but had Jinx been any better? She had invaded Vi's private space multiple times, tied her up, and even used drugs on her for her own benefit. It may not have been an attempt to kill, but was it that much better? And when Vi had finally decided to attempt to kill her in earnest, especially after destroying Pow-Pow, Jinx had retaliated with just as much violence.

She had never assumed she could be so intolerant of her own sister, but with Isha entering her life, and Vi making it clear over and over again, how she was willing to kill her, Jinx caught herself having moments where she was more than willing to break the already frail bond of siblinghood apart. After all, Vi had been so determined to treat her as a monster that Jinx had chosen to jump headfirst into the accusation. If Vi wanted to be the slayer of a beast so badly, Jinx would become the most terrifying dragon she had ever seen.

And yet seeing Vi so small and hurt... It was easy sitting down next to her. It was easy to groom her hair, brushing her fingers over her scalp. It was easy to purr and murmur words of comfort. Vi clumsily wrapped her arms around her waist and snuggled closer to her. Jinx leaned forward a touch, entrapping Vi in the warm embrace of her body, the quiet gurgle of her intestines and the ever-searching, swift motions of her fingertips. Her sister's body quivered and quaked underneath her, her touch feeling out hairs standing on edge.

There was an unspeakable tension in the air. Heavy and cloying like the Grey when it had settled in the Arcade. Vi seemed locked in a stalemate between relaxing and tensing up. The longer this silence went on, the stalemate started to shift, and Jinx's concerns grew with every whimper Vi unleashed. It was like someone or something was cleaving her sister's skull open. Her fingers flexed, digging gouges into the wood. Her voice became less articulated as if she were regressing.

"Vi!", Jinx whisper-shouted in worry. The hand resting underneath Vi's wrapping, sprawled out and gingerly pressed down upon the coiling muscles, massaging them in slow circles to soothe them. She inched closer as if she wanted to completely engulf Vi in her embrace. Maybe if she lay on top of her, lay with her the way this traitor did, she would calm down, she would be fine. Isha had once helped her when she had lain on top of her during a panic attack. Was this a panic attack, too?

"Nnnnnnnaaaaaahhhh!"

The faucet's dripping suddenly felt too loud. The table creaked under their shared weight. There was a screw loose, right? That was what made that wiggling, squeaking sound. Jinx ground her teeth together, feeling Vi's turmoil crash over her like a sea of blood. Massive jaws clamped down upon Jinx's legs - Did they belong to a tiger's maw or a long, sea reptilian muzzle? She could not say - and attempted to drag her further under. NO! Whatever Vi was feeling, Jinx could not allow it to touch her. Even if Mylo was whispering that she was bound to mess it up, like she always did. Vi needed her right now. She could not just sit idly by.

Vi's roar was bone-chilling because of its familiarity. The splatter of spit helped Jinx claw her way back to the present. Looking down at her sister, who helplessly clutched her temple, for a few seconds, the images blurred together and Jinx saw Powder pound her own skull, pulling at her hair, shrieking and spitting. Vi needed some way to refocus her mind. Something to tether her to the real world. Jinx briefly remembered what she had done almost immediately after the fight in the Janna temple. When the world had been too loud and too noisy, when her mind just could not rest, her fingers and imagination had provided that rest. Even now, she still remembered the dampness and tightness of Vi's vagina, the roughness of her fingers as she was shoved deeper and deeper, the raspy breaths...

Her fingers had gone to work before her mind had caught up with the plan. Soft, sensitive folds bent under her touch. Vi was not yet wet, though the air was ripe with anticipation. Jinx thought for a moment before her middle and pointing fingers pushed the folds aside. Her thumb sought the clitoris, sitting at the top. Pressing down on it, Jinx slowly rocked her thumb back and forth, stimulating her sister. The touch was vigorous and a bit wild, yet there was a certain care in it. Jinx did not seek to hurt Vi in such a sensitive area.

Leaning over her sister, Jinx nipped and licked at one of Vi's ears, whispering under her breath: "Come on, Tiger Mummy. Get wet for me. You want me inside, don't you? Squirming and wiggling, massaging and licking your walls. Making you feel nice and full. You want something yummy, don't you?"

Vi tried to control her breathing, to calm herself down, but very little of her own accord worked. She experienced a sensation of drowning, falling into a place she could not speak, breathe, or swim to the surface. Her body screamed survive but her mind could not find the surface. Jinx’s gentle voice was the only thing she could focus on. Just... follow. She said go to the bed, so her slow movement lead her in that direction.

The entire room gave little space to mess up her pattern. Between the broken shower and sink, the tables and bottles everywhere; her room looked more like a prison cell than a place of comfort. The solid form of the makeshift bed caught Vi’s fingers as she climbed onto it on all fours. The cushions smelled of old dust and sweat unpleasant, but all Vi had.

Jinx’s voice told her what to do, she didn’t have to worry about anyone invading her space or the sounds anymore. A whimper left her lips at the compression no longer on her throat. Her mind spiraled as her hand reached up to paw at her throat, but then remembered her words. Lay down.

She could do that. Claws found the blanket tapestry and pulled it aside and laid down on her side. Fur bristled against her neck and along her hips as she pulled the blanket over her. Curl up, hide. Hide from everything. Vi didn’t even try to remove the black blindfold, it kept her docile and quiet and waiting. A part of her wondered if Jinx would just jump out the window, leave her in this state. She wasn’t of any use anyway, why would Jinx continue to stay? Hadn’t she done the worse betrayal a sister could do?

Vi’s attempts to kill Jinx spanned several instances. Why not just finish it off now, she was a wound predator, having no will to even defend herself. Too easily could Jinx go for her throat, not just hold it but rip into her. Even now, she remembered the feeling of that chomper ripping into her neck, blood gushing down her throat. Why didn’t she finish the job like before?

After hitting the table, Vi’s hands pulled up and wrapped around the back of her neck, whining in fear. In the silence, a thick furry tail curled around Vi’s legs, attempting to minimize its presence. She couldn’t smell the invaders anymore, nor could she hear the jostling rush. Instead, there was the quiet drip of the faucet, broken from months of abuse. A small cricket tuning its legs in the corner of the room. And the bounce of feet that Vi recognized as Jinx’s. So she didn’t leave, instead the smell grew stronger as she sat in front of her.

“Mrrh?” Confusion rested upon her brawler’s mind, as the fingers brushed through her wild black tainted hair. The way her nails brushed against her scalp reminded her of how Vi would do the same for Powder. Then it intermingled into how Caitlyn’s fingers would play with her hair. Immediately, she moved closer, wrapping her arms around Jinx’s waist and clinging to her.

Goosebumps rose up against her spine as she quivered briefly, and her abs would tense up at the feeling of her nails brushing over her stomach. The whispering melody brought a mix of comfort and dread. Already she heard the whispers from the explosion on the bridge, the deadly tune like the impending approach of death. Yet it mingled with the memory of comfort, how Vi would hum it to Powder to calm her nerves and make her safe. How could Jinx both be a dread and a comfort all at once?

The question baffled Vi; she didn’t know what she wanted. Ever since confining herself to this room and the pit; her wants and needs no longer mattered. She became a proper punching bag in the arena or a set of metal fist to beat each other up. She was only wanted if she could produce plenty of money for the ringmaster. They gave her money if the tiger performed. It provided her food and drink. Her shield persona broke into pieces, lying around.

What did she want?

The question had no answer because she didn’t know. What she wanted had never mattered in life. Felicia told her Powder was her sister, and she was responsible for taking care of her. Vander had told her to protect Powder as his dying wish. Jinx wanted her to be with her again, to remove Caitlyn and be her sister again. Her role as sister demanded she be her shield, protector, and everything she’d been raised to be.

What did she want?

The pressure to think, to process, broke her mind as she whimpered again. She pressed her head up against Jinx’s stomach, moving her claws away as she dug them into the cushions. Her breathing hitched in her throat as Jinx’s fingers brushed underneath the messy wrappings, teasing flesh. Caitlyn... Caitlyn would do that. It would feel so good, it felt so right.

What did she want?

“Arrhg,” The sound left her lips, still unable to speak. It frustrated the brawler beyond belief, unable to find words to express her feelings. She shouldn’t lay with her sister, not like that. She wanted to be with Caitlyn; hallucinations of her would flash before her eyes. In the club dancing together, Caitlyn brushing her fingers against her hair as she laid down on the bed, holding her arm. Every little action that made Vi spark with life. She would never feel those hands again, never see those blue eyes. Even now, she tried to erase the cold eyes that stared down at her, telling her she was just like her sister.

It’s her blood in your veins.

The last words ever said to her. No... it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. She was just as depraved and lost as Jinx. She had no worth in this world. Vi could feel the tears bubbling underneath the blindfold as she reminded herself suddenly what she wanted.

Her only worth was a shield, a tool. Is this what her sister wanted? Did her sister need her? Besides, it’s not like anyone would care in the first place; no one cared about the man-eating tiger who’s soul slept in the dark pits of the void.

Just be calm. Just be calm.

She needed someone to tell her what to do right now, she didn’t know what to do. What to choose. Everything twisted up inside of her head and she needed a drink. She needed an entire bottle to drown it all out. It screamed and yelled and echoed.

IT’S HER BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS. PROTECT POWDER. YOU CAN’T CHANGE HER. OIL AND WATER. YOU’RE A MONSTER.

A roar came from Vi’s mouth, splattering spit onto Jinx’s stomach, and she moved her hands up and pressed them against her temples. The roar echoed in the room, trying to silence everything screaming in her head. “Hrr... he.... lprr,” Vi’s voice cracked between a rumbling growl and voicing a single word. She needing anything to distract, to calm her mind.

She wished to express the words; to tell her what to do, to tell her how to do it. Throughout her life, others always told her what to do. A shield of protection, a fist of defense, a voice of reason. Despite everything, she consistently prioritized the needs of others over her own. All she wanted was to silence everything, to make it all go away. Vi didn’t stop Jinx’s hand from exploring her lower region, all she wanted now was to make her mind shut down.

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Another installment of Jinx being petty and ruining Caitlyn's life...

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Kalista tilted her head aside, inspecting the khopesh raised towards her. The general in that storm of souls pondered how someone who was such an experienced fighter would make such a foolish move. You should never threaten an opponent when you are in a position of disadvantage. Sure, the other figure was getting up now, but the wraith could have had plenty of opportunities to attack her.

No! Must. Be. Bound!

The Spear of Vengeance drowned out the general, furious that such a thought had even crossed her mind for a second. The curious expression of befuddlement gave way to one of neutral, cold detachment. Kalista was expecting to be called to service. And until this summoner had either taken the pledge or denied her, they were safe from the Spear's wrath.

Kalista shifted her body a touch, bony hand wound tightly around one of her ghost spears. At the question, though, she returned to a more standing-to-attention position. The wraith spoke, her voice echoing, vibrating and seeming to be multiple: "You must have called for us. Otherwise, we would not be here. We do not leave the Shadow Isles unless someone takes the pledge and demands a hunt from us."

At the question, the Black Mist billowed and rushed all around them. Kalista locked eyes with the other woman, centuries of drive, rage and hurt spilling out of her glowing, pupilless eyes. Her voice was louder now, powerful, carrying the promise of her name: "We are the Spear of Vengeance. We are the retribution called forth by those who were betrayed. Oathbreakers, turncoats, traitors... We hunt and slay them all!"

With an unholy screeching sound, Kalista reached for the Black Spear stuck in her chest. Yanking it out, she slammed the weapon into the ground between them. A barely visible, ghostly tether of sickly green connected the wraith to the spear. It cloyed around its tip, whispering and humming in the other woman's ears, beckoning her.

Touch me, take me, ram me through you and claim your right for vengeance.

Kalista spoke: "Your heart is bleeding out into the snow of these lands, crying for justice for what has been done here. Crying for retribution for a slight that you have never been able to let go of. Take our spear and end yourself, become one with us, and we shall hunt and slay those who have caused that sleight. No matter how far they run, they will not be able to hide from us."

Diana's chest raised and fell agitated under the heaviness of the recent battle, her rage slowly dying as the bodies scattered around her. Her khopesh shook just barely, enough for expert eyes to notice it came for the force she was holding onto it.

It took her some seconds to acknowledge the new presence still blinded by the fire of her emotions: a presence she hadn't slayed - yet. The moment the distorted voice reached her ears, she was already rising her weapon towards it. Not gold, but hues of greenish blues and blacks coming from the figure. She could feel it. Not alive but not exactly dead either.

" Did I? " Her brain was trying to process the question. Did she really call anyone in the heat of the fight? Diana couldn't recall but it wasn't new to her to black out when the Moon possesed her.

"A pledge… " That was the only word that stuck among those said. She finally put her weapon down but still kept her in her hand in case of necessity. " What exactly is your duty here? Forgive my ignorance but I'm not following... " Her words were incredibly honest and relaxed for someone who was covered in her enemies blood, much like a curious child, but still wary enough from the experience of years in the field.

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Every step grew heavier for Vi, her voice cracked against her throat. Gasp of shock and horror echoed along the Piltovan street as she quietly made her way toward the Kiramman Manor. A young redheaded woman, her hair finely placed in an updo and a large brim hat, pulled her child behind her. “This... where are the enforcers!?” she cried out, covering her child’s eyes and the look of utter disgust on her lips. Her daughter tugged at her elaborate gold and red dress, peeking around to look at the visage of the Zaunite street rat.

A man had come to a stop, staring at Vi and pulling the cigar from his lips. He huffed in annoyance. “Who let the filth out?” The words lingered.

Vi desperately tried not to let the beast out. Her fangs slipped past her upturn lips. A dangerous growl threatening the others to stay back.

Her appearance did no favors for her. Clad in her red leather jacket, but her white top no longer looked white. Blood streaked and cracked a round her neck, sliding down to stain the upper white portion of her shirt. Dirt and grime clung to her pants, along with splotches of blood splattered all over the dark brown pants. The blood coated her hands, transforming the once off-white bandages into red fibers. But what set the horror off wasn’t just the blood on the body, it was the visual around her face.

Her dark silver-blue eyes, flecked with purple, darted to the ground as she walked on autopilot. Crimson clung to the corners of her lips, like warpaint, it covered her lower jaw and dripped onto the ground. The flavor still tickled her tongue, metallic and pungent. What disgusted Vi was the flavor of flesh that had gone down her gullet. Sweet and rich in flavor, speaking of a well refine palette of food not from Zaun. That Zaunite most definitely had money under the table to be getting delicacies from Piltover. Her hand brushed over the mess with no hint of pleasure in her eyes. Killing happened, but what she had done had been worse.

The carcass laid behind in the lower streets, no doubt feasted on by the ravens and wild dogs. Or perhaps a hungry lone Zaunite found the leftovers. Scavengers always followed Apex Predators, hoping to get the scraps of their meals.

Her hand left behind a handprint on those steel gates and she glanced up at the mansion. Hesitation weigh upon her and a whine from a cub rather than a tiger echoed on her lips. Instead of going inside, Vi turned around and walked along the grass of the mansion. Stomps echoed along the streets, and Vi could feel them reverberate against her legs. Instead, she lowered herself down to her hands and feet and ran. Her tiger tail bristled in anxiety, angled to give her balance and speed. She twisted to the right, finding the window she had pulled Caitlyn through, and jumped onto the edge and inside. Bloody hands shoved the window close and backed herself into the corner of Caitlyn’s room.

Not Enforcers, no no no! She could not go back to Stillwater. Frantic eyes stared at the window, no longer hearing the pounding of feet, but she knew they would go directly to the Kiramman’s door. Looking for a ‘rabid woman in red’.

The shimmer continue to fill her system, and she shook her head, growling to try to rid it from her system. Far too alert, too aggressive. If she came face to face with an enforcer.... they would laid as carcasses just like the Zaunite she ripped into. Her tail wrapped around her ankles and she buried her face into her knees. Just disappear, they'll go away if they don't see her. She often backed into a corner in Stillwater, growling and flashing her fangs defensively yet truly; the Tiger had been just as fearful in Prison as now.

Aggressive pounding on the door made Caitlyn lower her brush. Clearing it off the oil paint, with which she had worked on a new, rather horrific image to cope with the loss of her mother, she placed her painting utensils aside and cleaned her hands to look presentable. She had moved some of her drawing utensils into the drawing room of the mansion. Technically speaking, it was a space where the family withdrew to after dinner if they desired each other's company. Yet Caitlyn had always taken the word a bit literally. At first, Cassandra had tried to redirect her behaviour. However, she had eventually chosen to allow her daughter's fancy and designated a small part of the drawing room for Caitlyn's messy endeavours.

Covering the unfinished art piece with a loose piece of cloth to shield it from prying eyes, Caitlyn hurried decisively towards the sound of the pounding of the door. As she walked, she mentally counted backwards from ten and deliberately moved her hands down to further put herself into the correct mindset she needed for this conversation. Picking up one of her hats from the rack to conceal her tufted ears, Caitlyn opened the door and said with well-practised, false politeness: "Can I help you?"

In front of the door stood three Enforcers in assault gear. Their leader cleared his throat and said: "Miss Kiramman, eyewitnesses have reported a rabid Zaunite girl, drenched in red, around this area. We have reasons to believe she broke into your house."

They tried to push their way into the mansion, but Caitlyn blocked the door. Drawing herself to her full height of 6'1'', she stated: "I don't give you permission to enter my house without a warrant."

"Miss Kiramman, there could be a fugitive criminal hiding in your house", the officer tried to reason, "You may not be safe."

"I am a discharged officer", Caitlyn reminded him, "I may not have my badge, but I still have my rifle. I will be able to handle any threat myself. Now, unless you can present me with a warrant for my house, you should be on your merry way."

The Enforcers shared puzzled looks. They clearly had not been prepared for someone to just deny them entry repeatedly. One of them awkwardly tapped his fingers against his rifle. Catching the action, Caitlyn immediately said: "Threatening a civilian on Piltover's streets is a criminal offence. You don't want this on your records, do you? We may not have a Sheriff right now, but I still remember where the office for abuse reports is located in the station."

She smiled with a gaze which could cut glass. The squad leader cleared his throat, hoping to save face. He said, "My apologies, Miss Kiramman. We did not mean to inconvenience you." He and his men saluted Caitlyn before they marched off. Caitlyn shut the door behind her and took off her hat. Leaning against the wood, her claws dug into the soft fabric, and she exhaled slowly and deeply.

Violet, what did you do?

Last she heard, Vi had headed to Zaun with the intention of 'ending things before they could get worse'. Jinx supposedly had broken into the mansion multiple times and done something to Vi, which made her decide to take the fight to her. Caitlyn's caracal ears flattened against her head as she slowly wandered through the wide corridors, heading towards her bedroom. An inkling told her that Vi might be there.

Large portraits of the matriarchs framed the wall. There had not been many matriarchs of House Kiramman due to their longevity. Even descendants of Vastayas could comfortably live for several hundred years. Caitlyn caught herself slowing down and peering at the newly added portrait of her mother. Even though her hair had already greyed a touch, according to the Vastaya servants in the house, Cassandra had died young for someone of her species. Caitlyn must be the youngest Kiramman matriarch in the House's history.

Tears burned in the corner of her eyes, making it harder to stare at Cassandra's portrait. The colours were starting to blur. Caitlyn ground her teeth together. Jinx! This was all her fault. Her mother should not have died yet, nor should Vi have been forced to once again feel like she had to fix everything by herself. She clearly had gotten hurt in the process again. For a short moment, Caitlyn thought she could see that blue-haired lunatic in the shadows of the tapestry, her mother's bleeding and yanked-off head held in claw-like hands.

"Heheheheherrrrrrrrrhhhh!"

Caitlyn slammed her foot on the ground in an aggressive stomp and tore her gaze away from the portrait. Her feet pitter-pattered across the floor as she walked briskly, barely containing herself from falling into a full-blown sprint down the hall and continued her track towards her bedroom. The more distance she put between herself and those acursed portraits, the better. No, no, she should not even think like that. This was her mother, whom she was looping in with all these feelings. Gods, why did it feel like her heart was about to leap out of her chest?

Caitlyn released a whimper of stress and finally stopped before her bedroom door. She pinched the bridge of her nose with two fingers and dabbed at her eyes, trying to get the burning tears to cease. Focus, Caitlyn. Vi needs you right now. You can break down later. She had to make sure Violet was safe and alright. After that, she could plummet into her grief again, but not before. Taking another deep breath, Caitlyn placed a hand on her chest, feeling it rise and fall. Her heart stopped racing. Good, good. She could do this.

She opened the door to her bedroom slowly and called out: "Vi, it's me! I am gonna come in. Don't panic." Carefully weaving her way through the slit in the doorway, Caitlyn locked the door behind her. Her bedroom still carried the scent of the dead flowers. Her old 'conspiracy theory' map with all its pins lay on the floor, collecting dust. Caitlyn could never have imagined that her hunt for the truth would lead to such dark places. Would she have stopped if she had known the current end of the road? No, not really. Caitlyn always sought out the truth. If only it did not taste so bitter this time.

Stark blue eyes, matching the steel of Cassandra's grey, scanned the room. They spotted Vi huddled in the corner next to her bed. Her thick, fluffy tail was wound tightly around her legs, and she had burrowed her face into her knees. The smell of blood hit Caitlyn with the same intensity with which Jinx's explosions rang in her ear. There was another smell there, too. Sickly sweet and sour. No! Shimmer.

"Vi! What happened?!"

Caitlyn's call was louder this time. She darted over to the Zaunite as fast as her legs could carry her. Coming to a sliding halt before Violet, she used the bed as a support to kneel down more easily. Her knees popped, muscles straining, but she ignored it. Keeping one hand on the bed to be able to get up easier once more, Caitlyn carefully reached towards Vi, but did not touch her yet. She said: "Vi, it's me. It's Caitlyn. Talk to me. What happened? Are you hurt anywhere? Please, love, speak!"

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Vi, the Piltover Enforcer - 2XKO Character Art

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VI | 2XKO

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Characters depicted from left to right, top to bottom:

Jinx (League of Legends/Arcane), Evelynn (League of Legends), Nightmare Moon (My Little Pony), Olalla Hyde (ITV's Jekyll And Hyde), John Childermass (Jonathan Strange & Mister Norrel), Mulan (Mulan), Eris (Sinbad: Legend of The Seven Seas), Mizora (Baldur's Gate 3), Athena (EPIC: The Musical)

Tagged by: @beastlyarcane & @flordivina

Tagging: @piltover-sharpshooter, @harpershigh, @band-of-demons, @silver-ofthe-moon, @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse, @zaunitespride, @ascensionism, @lvnarii, @iron-hearts-ablaze

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Also, something else I noticed:

Evelynn might actually upgrade from secondary muse to primary muse because I noticed I have so much fun writing her.