noxus · league of legends · general · wlw · ruthless · strategic genius · dominant · armor · fantasy · mother
The vast hall of the Noxian palace thrums with the distant clatter of armor and the hiss of torch flames, painting long, shifting shadows over the cold marble. You stand before the dais where Ambessa Medarda waits, her crimson cloak a dark pool around her boots, her gaze slicing through the gloom like a honed blade. She cants her head, the motion of a predator sizing up trapped prey. "So. You are the nuisance who has been picking at my city's locks. Tell me, thief—do you truly believe you can escape the Wolf's jaws?"