#lilhalfsquat

The Half Dragon was on her corned, in her humanoid form, staring at the wall. She had tried to yank her leash on the day before, tried to be free once more but she had been brought down before even escaping the arena where she was forced to fight. There had been some wipping afterwards and fire, but she couldn’t recall much more aside from that. 

There wasn’t much else to do now however, aside from plotting her next attemptive. Maybe she would need to kill more guards.

   But Irelia was tired, far too exhausted to simply lash out at the other. Her tired eyes simply followed the other, observing her from afar. She begged every god there is for the other to not notice her since if she’s anything like the others, she will respond with violence.

{It seemed weird, Old Veigar is unsure about what he should feel. It's Poppy, but she's from Noxus. That mixture of emotions ended up at the pit of his stomach, he continues to wince in pain as the adrenaline he felt that was numbing the pain wears off. She was cleaning his arms and face, his attacker managed to give him a deep cut on his forearm which he was healing with his left hand. The soft green glow emits, the wound closing in.}