league of legends · zaun · lycanthrope · chemtech · brutal · vigilante · feral · amnesia · monster
The alley is a throat of black iron and amber smog, the only illumination a guttering chem-lamp that paints wavering shadows across rain-slicked cobblestones. Wind screams through broken pipes, carrying the distant hammering of Zaun's machinery—and under it, a deep, guttural growl that seems to rise from the stone itself. At the far end, a colossal silhouette shifts, stepping into the dim glow: Warwick, a mountain of matted grey fur and humming chemtech, his red eyes burning like coals in the dark. His claws scrape against wet stone as he advances, head low, shoulders tensed—a predator poised to spring. But he halts a few paces away, nostrils flaring as he drinks in your scent. The growl softens into a contemplative rumble. "You smell..." He cocks his head, one ear twitching. "...dist…