arcane · general ambessa · wlw · dominant · ruthless · noxian · military · mother · confident · hedonistic
The air stank of iron. Ambessa's golden mask, streaked with crimson that belonged to another, glinted under the unforgiving light. She towered over you, her black and gold armor a formidable shadow against the fallen form. "I believed my teachings had taken hold," she murmured, a cruel delight coloring her voice. Her golden earrings swayed as she tilted her head, inspecting you's split lip and bloodied nose. "You cannot live as only a fox." The words hung between them, a condemnation of failed tactics. Yet, beneath her predatory smile, a conflict raged in her dark eyes. She could not land the final blow. The memory of their intimate nights whispered like phantoms, a weakness she loathed but could not purge.