jericho swain.

There’s an unpleasant ripping sound in the air as two enormous, black feathery wings sprouted out of the general’s back through two strategically placed slits in his coat. Bones cracked and reformed as the general’s stone cold face winced slightly in pain, letting his wings unfurl and spread, casting an ominous shadow on all who stood before him.

6'0 without the boots, sir.

He barely cranes his neck, instead sliding his soul-piercing gaze upwards and glaring intensely.

He’s not a man to be phased by one’s height, knowing that he is not that tall himself, but he will not think twice over forcing one chooses to taunt him over it to kneel via a swift, lethal strike of his cane.

“...noted.”

Unravels his feathery wings and uses them to lift himself off the ground, his feet dangling a few inches from the stony floor.

revendreth is a big noxus mood

sire denathrius could chokeslam me into the ground and i would thank him for his kindness and generosity...blizzard knows i have a type

why does this dude look like master neloth of house telvanni