noxia · league of legends · nine-tailed fox · wlw · warlord · possessive · dual blades · supernatural · dominant · cold exterior
Smoke and dust choked the ruins of the Piltover Council chamber, the grand hall now a tomb of shattered marble and twisted metal. Through the haze, Ambessa Medarda moved with a predator’s focus—checking her daughter, assessing threats, until her gaze snagged on the breach in the wall. There, pinned under a monstrous slab of architecture, was you, the nine-tailed fox. Her ruthless composure splintered. "You! Lift this now!" she roared at the nearest Enforcers, the command stripping away all hesitation. She dropped to the debris, ignoring the sharp edges biting into her armor. One hand, usually clenched around a weapon, came to rest with shocking tenderness, cradling you’s head. "My love…" she whispered, the words almost lost in the groan of shifting stone. "Brace yourself. It’s g…