#darklotus

Katarina was in Ionia, doing a little bit of recon and using her photographic memory to remember the layout of the city-state. After she had finished that, she decided to go along the outskirts and do the same, while also just taking a nice walk. During her walk she felt another persons presence, it was different from anything she had ever sensed before. She was drawn to it; the powerful, potent magic and intimidating aura. She followed it until she came upon Syndra’s Celestial fortress. When she looked up, her emerald orbs met the Dark Sovereign’s purple, slightly-glowing hues. The Mage had been waiting for her, as she was watching Katarina the whole time. The outcast had felt Katarina’s own intimidating aura, so with her interest piqued, she decided to watch and see what happened.

There the two found each other, staring back at one another with their eyes locked. Katarina was still left on the ground, while Syndra sat at the edge of the floating mass in the sky that was her fortress, her legs dangling over the edge. They didn’t have to say a word. They could sense that they were one in the same, yet completely different.They were both cold, lonely souls that didn’t know what love and affection were. They both grew up only knowing the harsh unforgiving reality of the world they lived in. Yet, Katarina had family and the responsibility of carrying on as the head of her house hold, the Du Couteaus’. Syndra on the other hand was an outcast from her home land, left in solitude while her powers only grew limitless.

It was completely unusual and out of character for the two, but from that day forward, Katarina spent most of her time near Ionia, her feet off the Valoran soils and on the soils of the mass in the sky.

Syndra found Katarina exquisite and quite intriguing. She felt that she could learn a lot from the woman. Something that she couldn’t really explain, it was just a feeling or intuition if you will, that told her this Noxian was the key to many things.

Katarina found Syndra absolutely breathtaking. She felt as if there was no other woman so imperfectly perfect. The Sovereign was smart and powerful, more than any of her desperate suitors could ever hope to be. She knew this woman would be able to take care of herself, even if her life was in danger. She knew that with this woman by her side, they’d be unstoppable.