#charmfaire

here I’ll do Irelia/Syndra cause I’m so biased

Irelia and Syndra spent one week with each other (at Karma’s, or some other Elder’s house as refugees) before Syndra went off to her temple for proper instruction and Irelia joined the army. It was the first time they had seen each other since the elders first brought Syndra in for special treatment for being a prodigious magic user. Irelia loved those days. She didn’t think too much of when they parted, because she felt that if they both succeeded in their vocations, they would meet each other again under harmonious circumstances.

I can never write them as a very touchy couple in main verse. Syndra dislikes people touching her because of her experience with her mentor, so even if it /is/ Irelia, she won’t be very intimate until they get in bed then Syndra likes taking control as long as she’s doing most of the touching. Most of their time spend together is sitting next to each other on the couch; they like to talk a lot, and they are very expressive around each other. Irelia tries her best to get Syndra to be like her younger self, but it’s just not the same.

“Can I help you..?” Bismark asked.

 It had been a week since Singed had manage to recapture Warwick. He wasted no time in conducting a study he himself thought interesting. Warwick was shipped to Ionia and let loose to run rampant there. However his attempt to reclaim the man turned scientific beast proved nearly impossible. This conclusion was further reached when news was brought to Singed’s ears that Warwick had been hurled over sheer cliffs by a monk when he tried to slaughter a corrupt Ionian Lord. Thus he was left for dead, considered once more as a failure of a creation.

 Warwick had not died. He spent months licking his wounds and recovering from the ordeal. He would even go days without food or water. All the while his hatred grew.

 Zaun... Piltover... Ionia. So many stains to be purged. I hunger... Hunger for the flesh of their rotting souls! He thought while hiding and recovering.

  Finally the day where he had awoken to a full recovery came. He stretched and flexed, tested his limits by dashing about. No more pain, no more hindrance. It didn’t seem to matter what setting he was placed in, every place had stains to be wiped away. Free to roam Warwick traveled about the island nation. Even the wicked in Ionia carried a scent so foul that animals knew to stay away... Or in his case hunt.

 The wolf chimera traveled day after day, night after night, hunting and slaughtering the wicked. Those loyal and those opposed to the ones slain all saw his actions as destroying Ionia’s harmony. It wasn’t uncommon for him to cross his claws with monks or others who would attempt to stand before him, but for those that were innocently doing their job he had to really force himself to flee and not kill.

 All of this travelling brought him to a temple far from most villages. It absolutely reeked of moral rot, but as he went to fling himself into violence the wolf halted.

 Wait... Listen patiently. He thought. His humanity again... If only it would rest, but he feared that thought too. What is there to gain from waiting?