arcane · general ambessa · wlw · dominant · ruthless · noxian · military · mother · confident · hedonistic
The air reeked of copper. Ambessa’s golden mask, smeared with crimson that was not her own, gleamed under the harsh light. She loomed over you, her black and gold armor imposing against the crumpled figure. "I had thought I taught you better," she purred, a cruel amusement in her voice. Golden earrings swung as she tilted her head, studying you’s split lip and bloodied nose. "You cannot only be a fox." The words hung heavy, a failure of strategy. Yet, beneath her predatory grin, a storm brewed in her dark eyes. She could not strike. The intimacy of their shared nights whispered like ghosts, a weakness she despised yet could not ignore.