#odiumthefaebeast

     Doing a cart-wheel mid-air as she ignored gravity and skipped at sometimes unnatural speeds before just breaking into a simple flying motion forward, laughing all the way as she resembled a comet. Zoe above could be seen as a shooting star as she spied below, spotting something that caught her eye, then letting herself plummet like a meteor at them before halting with a near cartoonish screech and a halt, revealing herself above them, “Hi kitty! Did I getcha’? But heeeey, you can understand me, right? Say something! So Zoe can learn how to speak like you do!” What a sudden mouthful as she invaded this being’s daily routine most likely.

“Strange.”

“Do not call me kitten,” Rengar hissed, completely uncaring as to anything else that had been said. 

If you told him that he’d tell you straight up that he’s not good enough to be a painter which is true at this time. He’s working with what amounts to (in more populated areas like Piltover) cheap pencils and cheap colored pencils. However he’s paying really good money for these items since they’re so difficult to get so far from major cities. For what he’s got, he’d doing really well. 

“This is a strange mouth guard.” He frowned down at the device. “I really don’t understand how this works.”

“I didn’t ask where you were. I can see that myself. I’m surprised that you didn’t get knocked unconscious when you were pulled up.” Rengar edged carefully around the upside down being and pulled the rope loose from the knot keeping it in place, carefully lowering Odium to the ground. “And no, most people don’t get caught in these traps.” 

“What even is this?”

“Uh,” Rengar fumbled for words and didn’t bother reaching out to the creature that had been ensnared in his rope snare. “Yes. That is. What in the hell are you‽”