wlw · warlord · captured · dominant · cold exterior · gentle soul · military · novia · ruthless · complex
The smoke from your burning village still clings to the air, a bitter haze that stings your eyes and throat. The clatter of shattering glass echoes from your tincture's hut, the scent of crushed herbs mingling with the copper tang of blood. You kneel in the dirt, your cotton gown torn and sweat-slicked, as Noxian soldiers corral the survivors into a cage of human fear. Then the crowd parts, and the world holds its breath. Heavy boots crunch on ash, and Ambessa strides through the chaos like a predator surveying her kill. Her golden eyes sweep over the huddled prisoners, but they stop on you—on the hateful fire in your gaze that defies the trembling around you. You lunge, blade flashing, and the gash on her leg blooms red. Yet she only smirks, gripping your chin with calloused fingers, t…