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There had been another dragon attack near the borders. Another one incited by Kadregrin to come to Demacia and try and break through, and at this point Shyvana was sure the her old foe was only doing that to spite her instead of trying to fight for territory. Still. she had rose to the skies and fought the beast with the aid of the Dragon Guard, but when she drove him off the town and into the wilds, there was little they could do to come to her aid.

Their battle was ferocious and bloody, talons ripped out scapes and skin, teeth meet teeth and flame met water as this one was not a fire drake. Still, she prevailed and the foe flew away in a terrible state while Shyvana.... fell hard on the ground, changing back upon landing and losing conscience.

When she came to be, she was in an unfamiliar bed in a more strange cottage that she was sure didn't belong to any of her comrads in arms. The purple magic was soon noticed and the voice later once Shyvana tried to make a move, drawing attentoin to the woman helping her.

"Who.... who are you?" The dragon asked. Even she knew better than to displease someone who was wielding magic, let alone magic to cure her wounds.

So she waited patiently until the other was done to sit back, fiery eyes on the woman, clearly confused and surprised that it had happened.

[ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver - @veiled-lady

throned  with  an  aspect’s  lineage &  the  stellar  might  of  beings  beyond  that  his  mind  at  a  point  could  not  once  ever  conjure  the  comprehension  to  a  logical  sense  or  physical  matter  ;  he  wouldn’t  have  ever  deliberate  the  idea  of  another  host  protecting  another  .  what  taric  thought  was  resilience  from  his  own  laudable  ability  to  climb  mount  targon  &  his  accrued  strengths  as  given  to  him  by  the  protector  ,  felt  like  a  broken  record  to  him  now  ;  it  shattered  almost  instantaneously  .  while  taric  knew  at  heart  his  body  was  beyond  a  stage  of  mortal  weakness  ,  tailored  to  that  of  aging  &  succumbing  to  flesh  wounds  . 

      〝  the  judicator  ,  you  protect  an  oathbreaker  ?  〞  it  felt  like  venom  was  being  spilt  from  his  mouth  uttering  the  name  :  ‘  oathbreaker  ‘  .  a  kin  name  he  had  hoped  to  forget  .  a  name  given  to  him  by  his  own  countrymen  .  while  the  aspect  was  resilient  in  ways  that  secured  the  necessities  of  protecting  what  he  so  cherished  ,  he  ,  taric  luminshield  ,  was  not  immune  to  human  disparity  .  the  guilt  clung  to  him  as  his  body  trudged  into  the  open  fields  of  demacian  territory  . 

his  magic  twinged  with  exhaustion  ,  &  he  knew  it  was  the  petricite  that  this  city  so  preciously  cultivated  ,  a  city  that  was  so  proud  of  lofty  ideals  &  tradition  ,  would  discourage  the  very  idea  of  magic  .  taric  no  longer  followed  or  bent  knee  to  one  declared  king  ,  a  responsibility  he  wouldn’t  have  dreamt  of  ever  shirking  in  his  youth  .  news  came  fast  about  the  king’s  death  ,  in  which  ,  taric  decided  it  was  time  to  travel  the  way  men  do  . 

      taric  blinks  the  blur  from  his  eyes  ,  seemingly  hypnotized  by  his  agitation  &  evident  distress  .  he  could  only  make  out  an  appendage  of  dark  feathers  gilded  before  him  ,  stitched  to  the  follicles  of  her  grand  decorum  of  wings  chained  down  .  wings  that  she  ignores  given  to  her  by  the  aspect  of  justice  &  forsakes  it  .

  〝  why  do  you  keep  me  from  reaching  the  inevitable  ?  i  am  an  oathbreaker  ,  &  it’s  something  i  will  never  take  from  the  soldiers  slain  because  of  my  mistakes  .  〞 

it  felt  like  child’s  play  ,  being  shielded  by  prejudice  hate  against  those  who  bear  a  semblance  of  power  ,  lest  a  soldier  of  exile  .  &  yet  morgana  ,  the  judicator  of  morality  ,  would  yield  him  sympathy  in  spite  of  his  history  .  the  enemies  taric  may  still  bear  within  the  walls  .  〝  you  mustn’t  taint  your  own  name  because  of  me  .  protecting  another  aspect  host  …  that  would  be  the  folly  you  fall  on  ,  the  tip  of  the  spear  -  〞

starter for @veiled-lady

The Manor of the House Kythera - Zaavan was no small thing. As expected from the home of someone who was among the Noblesmans of Noxus, it was big and luxurious, however it was... dim. As if it was trying to blend in and didn't stand out as much from the other houses. It matched the current actions of the owner, that prefered to stay in the shadows than to be out and about in the daylight. At least, unless there was a need for social gatherings. She had kept the bloodline going strong, but aside from that, few knew about the recluse Matriarc of the House aside from the fact that she was incredibly beautiful.

There were a few big spiders that walked around and about, tending to the guarden outside and everything else, but they had been transmuted by black magic to look like humans as not to rise suspicion. That was how she got away, cunning and black magic. And of course, the aid of the Black Rose every now and then. There were rooms designed soley for receptioning humans and some that were kept exclusively for her spiders to roam about.

It was in one of those days, with little to do except enjoy her immortal beauty, that Lady Elise of the House Kythera - Zaavan met someone unique. She wouldn't know it at the time, of course, but still she always kept an eye for possible allies, sacrifices and food. The redhead had been out and about in her garden, wearing a long grey and black dress that hid perfectly her spider limbs, when a stranger caugh her eye. There was something about her, something that she had learned to identify as interesting over the decades, that made her look up and use a very polite and sweet smile. 

➳❥ Symbol of kindness

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) and 🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

Okay not going to lie, I've been pretty much doing the same with you. I see you work with my other mutuals and wanna go poke but to be perfectly honest I am shy person, so approaching is not a thing that happens a lot. This is something I am trying to work on, but you see how that played out here. lol

I enjoy how you write Morgana and very much want to write with you at some point!

I am glad you all enjoy my muse portrayals. I admit this is something I am always unsure of, especially with how I approach each muse differently compared to others (Jinx being the most obvious difference wise.) So knowing that people enjoy how I write them is heart warming.

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Eyes narrowed as she stared. Her clothes seemed similar to what she had seen in the cult of the Veiled Lady, what did not escape her attention. At that age, she was already suffering the tool of looking and being different. If in early stages she had her dragon tail out, now she looked more 'human' or as much as she could due to her skin and horns. Still, there was a trust in strangers that was very obvious in her young eyes.

The woman's voice, smell and well, everything, was different from what Shyvana was used to. While she kept herself at a certain distance, the curisiosity of a child was still there and unable to be restrained.

@veiled-lady Send 🧸 to interact with my muse as a child!

Big red eyes stared at the lady in the woods as the little dragon was quick to hide. Hopefully she hadn't been seen and this one wouldn't tell on her to the Mageseekers. She had a aura that was almost trusting, in a way, but still she couldn't risk too much. At least, that was what her father had always told her. Don't trust strangers and don't let the mageseekers catch you.

Well, she had been seen, it was obvious by the way the woman was staring at her direction like she knew exactly where Shyvana was.

@veiled-lady Send "What if they kissed?" and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"

The previously blond smiled sweetly at the Matriarc of the Coven, slowly approaching her and taking a seat by her side. She was one of the few that actually had some intimacy to act like that around Morgana and she did that as often as allowed, by both the witch anf their situation.

"You seem worried Morgana." Nami said, stretching out a hand to stroke the other's hair, getting closer to her. They had always been close, the two witches always seeking each other for confort or to just chat and give advice. The healer of the coven trusted the matriarc with every fiber of her being and would support her no matter what. They had the same goal after all.

Nami leaned in and kissed Morgana softly on the lips, pulling her close to keep her there.