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“You got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds.”
— solitary-sister (via wnq-writers)

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don’t hesitate
bare your teeth
go for the throat.
Monsters aren’t simply born. Monsters are made by those who nurture them.
Nikita Gill, from “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths & Monsters,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
HOT BLOOD, these veins my PLEASURE is their PAIN I love to watch the castles BURN These GOLDEN ASHES turn to dirt I've always liked to play with FIRE
" You should know better than to try that on me, " & she already had the read on what the assassin wanted, her own knife drawn close to the nape of Katarina's neck as steel threatens to puncture Riven's tawny skin. " When you are the one who taught me to begin with. "
𝑼𝑵𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑻𝑬𝑫 || @eciled
SHE SHIFTED IN DISCOMFORT, head tilting away from the sharpened blade threatening her exposed neck, still composed as she stared danger in the face. Reckless emerald eyes were affixed on the exile, a sharp stare accompanied by an almost playful grin drawn across her features. Her weapon was held steady against Riven’s form, a reminder of its presence, her free hand daring to trace a fingertip slow and deliberate along the other’s collarbone, showing her complete lack of fear.
❝ I suppose I should be proud, ❞ She spoke slowly, practically purring, mockingly. Her devilish smile growing in spite of the situation. ❝ When you slit my throat, and I’m bleeding on the ground, struggling for breath, I’ll know that I taught you well. ❞

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❛ don’t blame yourself. ❜ / talon
𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 || @truthwished
HER EYES ROLLED, a less than subtle sign of her contempt, she didn’t want to listen to him, she wouldn’t even look at him. She couldn’t look at him. Emotion bubbled within her, a potent cocktail of self-loathing and frustration had reached its boiling point, yet more rage she would bottle up beneath a flimsy stopper. The steel at her sides called ever so desperately for her grasp, she knew that now was not the time, but it became quickly became more difficult to resist as her blades screamed their siren song, in the form of a ringing in her ears. Deft hands balled into fists, in hopes of halting herself, fingernails biting into her skin.
❝ Why should I blame myself? I am not so much a fool. ❞
Naturally, she was lying. The issue of her Father was a difficult subject, something which rarely failed to incite Katarina. A part of her was something near relieved at his disappearance, given all that he had put her through. Another part of herself, detested that very notion, believing it was her failures that had driven him away.
Noxus is yours. For thegadgetfish !
demon to lean on
❛ you humans are so… impractical. ❜ from xayah!
𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 || @sanguince
HOW CURIOUS. Katarina stood with arms crossed over her chest, the blades at her waist already calling for her grasp Venomous green eyes evaluate the stranger, head tilting to the side, as her contemptuous gaze trailed up and down the other’s figure. She found something strange in the woman’s eyes, a sight all too familiar as if she were staring into a looking glass, eyes that had seen too much, the eyes of a killer. It was in her nature to stoke the flames, all too hasty to test this stranger’s limits, and her own. She wondered if this creature would still bleed red, the very thought drew a sharp grin across her features.
❝ Impractical ? Tell me, little bird. Can you fly with those feathers of yours ? ❞

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HOT BLOOD, these veins my PLEASURE is their PAIN I love to watch the castles BURN These GOLDEN ASHES turn to dirt I've always liked to play with FIRE
i want to rip out your tongue for speaking to me in that way but instead i kneel at your feet. how pitiful am i?
your hands they’re stained with the blood of your enemies.
can you smell it? the f e a r the death the burning you caused
do you regret it? your actions? their consequences? do you regret the lives you have ended?
no. i d o n ’ t either. after all ; ; it was for them.
i’ve never found being ‘ self destructive ’ to be worrisome someone, some time, is going to ( DESTROY ) you & i will be DAMNED if anyone but myself has that honor
my morals aren’t straight and neither am i.

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the ( heart ) was a h e a v y burden;
( so I got RID of it. )
“ you opened my door without knocking first ”
soft thorns starters \\ @eciled
as usual, katarina was the perfect storm of calculated chaos, appearing unannounced would be nothing new for the assassin, however, uncharacteristically, she carried no weapons, with the notable exception of the knife stashed in her boot. this was as disarmed as she would ever be.
she continued to step inside the other woman’s chambers, fingers gliding against the door frame as she did so. one foot followed the other, each accompanied by her boots clicking against the floorboards. approaching with the languid movements of a stalking predator, undeterred by her comment, only stopping when mere inches separated the two, the disparity in height becoming all the more obvious.
“ my, how dreadful of me, “ she replied, her voice a cocktail of all too blunt sarcasm and rarely heard sultry tones. a fluid motion brought her in closer, leaning in to whisper in the warrior’s ear. “ why not let me make it up to you. “