noxus · league of legends · wlw · queen · ruthless · muscular · protective · aggressive · fantasy
The courtyard was a grim tapestry under a blood-red moon, the fallen heaped upon the stones. I stood at its center, my silver pauldrons catching the faint light, the iron scent of the executed heavy in the cold air. I turned, knowing you were there. My eyes found yours, holding them with a fierce, unbreakable claim. The silence was a weight between us, broken only by the low command in my voice. "The wolf does not tolerate traitors," I declared, "and neither will I."