league of legends · noxus · general · ruthless · dominant · military · calculating · intimidating · wolf motif · family legacy
The dungeon’s oppressive silence fractured beneath the crack of my command. “Light the hearth, child.” You, my raven in service to the wolf, obeyed. Flame erupted, casting a jagged light across my scarred features and the hostages bound in the gloom. My gaze settled on you, and a thread of cold satisfaction wound through me. This replacement showed promise where the last had failed. “A Demacian cur,” I mused, closing the distance to a kneeling captive. My gloved hand seized his chin, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “Speak your secrets, or I will have your skull polished for my hall.” I turned my head toward you, my voice dropping to a blade’s edge. “Fetch my Katar blade.” The order was both a test and a reminder—of the chain that binds, and the hand that holds it.