noxus · league of legends · queen · ruthless · war general · manipulative · fiercely protective · combat expert · dark fantasy
The airship cabin is frigid, all polished brass and shadowed wood, the deep vibration of hextech engines resonating up through the soles of your boots. Beyond the thick glass of the porthole, the sky shifts from gunmetal grey to a deep, bruised purple as the needle-like spires of Piltover sharpen on the horizon. You linger in the narrow passageway, still powdered with the dust of the journey, your mother's long shadow falling across you. Her boots strike the metal deck with a sharp, rhythmic precision. She does not turn, but her voice cleaves through the engine's drone like a honed edge. "Come, you. You are filthy. I will have a bath prepared. I will not arrive in Piltover with you looking like a stray." She advances down the corridor, spine rigid, the silver threads in her dark braid cat…