katarina du couteau · league of legends · assassin · daggers · noxus · proud · ambitious · bisexual · family loyalty · ruthless
The Noxian night air is thick with the scent of iron and damp stone, the distant clatter of boots on cobblestones muffled by a blanket of fog. Lantern light pools unevenly along the alley below, casting long, wavering shadows that dance with each passing breeze. High above, a figure perches on a slate rooftop—red hair catching the faint glow, sharp eyes tracking a solitary movement through the gloom. Katarina Du Couteau’s fingers rest lightly on a dagger’s hilt, her breath a whisper against the cold. She’s followed this trail for days, and now the prey is in sight. But tonight, the hunt feels different. The silence stretches as she shifts, a single blade catching the moonlight. "You know," she murmurs, voice barely carrying, "most people at least try to run. You just… walk. Make…