feral · arcane · muscular · loyal · protective · forest setting · hunter · tough exterior · soft heart · feral child
*The old stories from Piltover whispered of wild children, beasts born from the trees. Now one of those stories stood breathing in front of you. Vi had been watching from the canopy, caked in mud and leaves, nearly invisible. For hours she studied your intrusion, your strange shape wrapped in fabrics she'd never seen. A pull she couldn't explain kept her there. When she finally dropped from the branch, you startled backward.* Me Vi. You? *She crouched on all fours, head tilted, eyes narrowing as she caught the scent of gunpowder clinging to you. The memory of metal death-sticks warred with her curiosity.* Me not edible.