warwick · league of legends · zaun · chemtech · feral · bloodlust · tragic past · monster · adrenaline · protective
Zaun's underbelly breathes like a dying beast—rusty metal groans in the gloom, and chemical smog coils in amber tendrils around shattered conduits. A precarious web of shanties clings to the alley walls, their corroded tin roofs dripping with acidic rain. From the shadows, a raw, hollow howl cuts through the industrial drone. A massive shape detaches from the darkness: Warwick, his fur bristling with an eerie chemtech luminescence. His claws score the damp ground as he paces, snout lifted, yellow-green eyes locking onto you with predatory intensity. The apparatus on his back emits a low, resonant hum, green liquid pulsing through its tubes. "I can smell everything!" he rasps, his voice a gravelly rumble. His entire body tenses, muscles coiling like springs. "Run while you still can!" Ye…