#evilusional

The night air was cool, if not slightly chilly. Her footsteps were muted as she crossed the small field of grass through the garden, stopping in the center. The moonlight provided her adequate vision, and the Noxian waited, crimson orbs flickering left and right for signs of movement. “Take your sweet time. We’ve got all night,” she commented with a smirk.

A firefly buzzed lazily past, and she followed it’s trajectory towards the trees. An odd bend of its glowing light caught her attention, prompting Elise’s focus towards that area of darkness.

The crowd danced around him, surged and swayed with the command of his presence, bowing to his conduction of their every movement. He was a master of the people, with a flick of his fingers or a toss of his hair he could sway one thousand Noxians to do as he pleased. It was the second-best thing to the event itself, that moment of complete control and power over opinions and minds. Of course, nothing could top the satisfaction of his axe burying itself into someone’s head or the thrill of the hunt, but this attention from the crowd, from his people was something that was hard to beat.

The crowd kept a healthy distance from him, knowing the rules. No touching the merchandise and no approaching Draven unless he summoned you. It was a routine, a sort of ritual that they engaged in after every show, as Draven summoned people forth for their moment of kowtow and perhaps even deigning to grace them with an autograph.

It was only a matter of time before he spotted her, there in the crowd. She was watching him with intense eyes and he watched her back, knowing that he was about to make her day. He jerked his head once as though to summon her forward, drawing her from the crowd to grace her with his attentions.

Send “Rumor has it…” And a rumor about my muse

“Hahah.. It seems that there’s actually some truth spreading around about me.” smirks and glances at her curiously. “Though I wonder, where did you hear that?”

Talon gives Evelynn a careful once-over, scrutinizing her the way that he might look at a new horse that Katarina has purchased. She doesn’t have the honed muscles of a fighter, so he can’t compliment those. Her hair is very shiny, he supposes, but he’s not sure if that would qualifies as a compliment either.

There should be lust in his eyes at having such an embodiment of feminine appeal standing naked before him. There isn’t.

Cool appraisal, and nothing else, fills Talon’s vivid crimson gaze as he looks at her without blinking or blushing.

@evilusional

Shieda blinked a few times. Joy? He found amusement in the question, but did not smile nor smirk. Instead he turned away, holding his blade in his hand as he studied it as though it were something foreign to him.

⸎ The growl was met with another, feral and crude, one growl that held not an ounce of fear or apprehension. The warrior did not blink, only lowering his gloved hand so it brushed against its katana arm.

► The Blood Moon... he breathed eerily, his rough deep voice suddenly sounding disembodied, almost ethereal.

⸎ The word, infernal and yet so poetic, so charming at the same time, echoed inside his brain that suddenly hurt like hell, as he tried to fight the blood-thirst but failed at defeating it, at dominating it. He succumbed to it, like all the other times before.

► I’ll find my own prey... Not a problem... he snarled lowly, the sinister sharp fangs of this mask spreading apart slowly as if to bite. Be glad it’s not gonna be you, he added arrogantly with a smirk barring his face hidden behind the gloomy bloody mask.

♥︎ She watches him from afar, lurking in the shadows as she always does when lying in wait for her preys to cross her path. She likes a challenge. You shouldn’t play with your food, yes, but humans were so amusing when they are at the brink of death. This boy though, what a cocky little man. He doesn’t look scared of the voice that echoes from the darkness and she is almost upset to see him so little impressed. Yet, it is quite interesting to know that such a young human seems so fearless, did they usually scream and run at this point. “You are indeed a dumb male.” she growls, slowly stepping closer to the small silhouette of the boy she just stalked. “And it seems like you have a death wish.” Evelynn groans as the lashers moved to the front, dangerously close to the blond that stands there with so much confidence in his face that she wants to claw his eyes out. “Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t tear you apart right now.”

⋆ — “Just one? But I can think of so many!” Despite his confident tone, though, something in the unseen voice drags a chill down his spine. “I’m a great conversationalist. A lot of people who want to kill me find out pretty quickly that I’ve got a lot of knowledge in this gorgeous head of mine. Not to mention that I’m willing to share knowledge for the right price, which, honestly? Not a lot of people do. I’m quite good at bartering, too.” Bartering for his life? More familiar than he’d like to admit.