Of Shadows and Light ll @lucent-singularity
The taste of blood was almost comforting, really-- it meant he still lived, could still taste. On Summoner's Rift, the difference between life and death can be mere seconds; the warmth of copper-salt-iron helped focus him in battle.Â
His summoner had been competent, thank Baron Nashor, and he'd come out with his pride intact. Even now he loved the rush of adrenaline a fight brought, the soaring feeling that swelled in his breast as he shut down an enemies killing spree. This was not only how he made a living, this is how he relieved the monotony of the day, how he kept from going mad in his search for the General. Wandering down the empty, high ceiling halls Talon couldn't help the frustration that furrowed his brow. He had been working with the League for months now, and still he had found no news, to hint of where his mentor had gone.Â
Shoving back his heavy hood, Talon ran a gloved hand through his dusty hair. Now it was time for him to bathe, to remove the grim and grit from his skin. Perhaps then he could return to the code room to see if there was any news, if there were any missions that would--Â
Flesh met his shoulder, and Talon was jolted violently from his thoughts. Really, you would think an assassin would be more aware of his surroundings, but he was bone tired; the battle today had been a bit much to handle. His surprised was coupled with mild irritation when he realized it was a Demacian in his way. Lu... Luc...Lul... Luxanna, correct? Luxanna, the little light witch. How curious.Â
"I don't suppose you'll excuse me," he began gallantly, side stepping the young mage agilely. Personal space was something he valued highly, and being this close to a person made him feel cramped. "It's not often one finds company in these empty halls."
