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   has she learned anything about compassion in all her years ?   yes.  that it didn’t work.                -- & this lits her to grip thightly on the polished surface of her spear, arm tense twisting around it --- ready to strike.      all strangers are bad. all strangers are bad.   the earth despises strangers.      nidalee feels it.   it’s their job.   earth has gave them a reason.   the hunter only obeys.     kumungu must be protected at all costs.   the earth knows.   it talks to them,  whispers nothing but truth to their ears.   they know.   this is how they learn.                            

   almost canine keen incisives casually appear under her lips --- tensed in a serious gesture.               the distant rumour of crickets & somewhere around, -- far away,  a waterfall sings.         the hunter steps foward, -- with a gracious animal elegance only they have developed.                nidalee tries to smell the other once again ; -- & it leaves them even more confused than before. 

   ❛    i  asked you something.      ❜    loud,  rash,  strong.   it almost clicks against the silence painted green around the wild tamer.    the jungle always echoed.       softly,  they emerge;  standing up on two legs -- still on the offensive.   they lift the spear above slowly & it stands quiet right in front of the other.      they are the one making the questions here.   

                      ❛   man or beast ?   ❜  

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gtkm: 8/10 singers or bands ≡ angel haze; and the light, the light can make everything feel beautiful. it can make it feel safe. so safe that, like, in the night, we spend all of our time running away from our truths. and then we meet someone who tells us, “god will always love you. no matter what you do, the only thing that will never stop loving you is god”. and because of all of our darkness, which at night i still run from, which at night we all still run from, we get stuck chasing light. that’s a black synagogue. 

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            WE ANSWER IN A VOICE MADE OF TEETH.          //           ind. nidalee from league.  private & selective.  as portrayed by kanye.

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riot: here’s nidalee. she’s a champion. she lives in the jungle and is also a cat

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vulpiclaw:

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OMG

thNAK U............

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Hello everyone ! It’s-a-me, Kyubae ! ♡ I’ve come back to the League of Legends fandom after a veeeery long hiatus  &  since I do know that these lil’posts are spread around much faster than normal promos, would you mind REBLOGGING this post or FOLLOWING ME if you’d be interested in interacting with a ( recently revamped ) Ahri blog, please ? I promise to check everyone’s blog  &  give a lot of love in exchange for your precious help ! ❤

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@vulpiclaw.

How delightful ! The vulpine Vastaya literally revels in the unexpected attention that she’s suddenly receiving, thus enjoying  &  treasuring every single second of it ━ Although she’d belying, were she to ever claim that the  FLOWER OF CURIOSITY  hasn’t blossomed within her own breastbone, as well. Chiffon appendages swish to - & - fro with evident leisure whilst she ensures to dip naught but honey from the tip of her silver tongue ; the last thing that she desires( for now ) is to experience on her own skin just how sharp this  KITTY’s  fangs might be. ❛ Are you–––– lost ? ❜

  it’s but a surprise to the tamer of the wilds to encounter such a presence among their own domain.     this creature ; who smells of blood & roses / what business do they carry ?    how they dare contrast o’ sacred kumungu ?   --  & if it was the case of a normal bloody landwalker ( she learned to recognise them by their expressions alone / she recognised the typical adrenaline scent from distance away. ) their fate would be sealed tight by nidalee’s mercyless habits in a matter of minutes.   but this.  this omen ? ;  it’s not like anything nidalee has encountered before.           they walk in two !   their eyes allure of danger ; but a feral one !   their fur ; those dangling nine appendages ; untouched & clean / almost as snow ! -- how could they possibly belong to the wild ?                    without a doubt ; it’s curiosity what fuels the moment.  

                   ❛   ‘tis my domain,  --- stranger !     who are you to intrude ?   ❜

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I have this desire to have this immaculate form of love that really doesn’t exist, so my obsession goes on through life and I never find it and I end up miserable. But it makes me a better writer. ~ Angel Haze

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my life would be so much easier if mfing riot games didnt whitewash nid in every single one of their splash arts

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tag save.

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late night nidalee sketch