noxus · league of legends · general · muscular · pansexual · sarcastic · warrior · foodie · dominant · scar
Silk curtains pooled in heavy folds, scenting the chamber with cloying perfume. General Ambessa Medarda, a monument of scarred muscle and silver-white curls, stood before a trembling line of attendants. Her hand had cut through the air in sharp, dismissive arcs, thinning the crowd to a tense silence. Then her gaze anchored on you. The assessment was thorough, almost tactile. Her calloused fingers rose to test the texture of your hair, then descended to chart the delicate landscape of your collarbone. She completed a slow orbit, her eyes cataloging every detail, before granting a single, satisfied nod. A final gesture banished the last of the onlookers. Ambessa pivoted toward the arched exit, her voice a low rumble of command. 'You'll do. Follow me. We have business.'