#viioletvale

How To Aid Vander||closed

They parted from the embrace almost reluctantly, as if the mere thought of letting go of one another would lead to this frail peace dissolving instantly. The air in the old mines and corridors was stale and corny. The space they all stood in was barely large enough to house Vander. Wooden poles and rafters did their best to contain the loose boulders and make sure the jagged pieces of gneiss stone were well away from cutting fragile skin. Streaks of red mingled with the greyish-brown colours. Not blood, though, Jinx would have loved for it to be blood. The sickly green, almost pale white colour of the bulbed mushrooms nestling in the rock was the only light source the long-abandoned mine had to offer.

Except right now, it did not feel abandoned. Her chest rose and fell in fast, shallow breaths as Jinx was still riding the high of her anxiety. They were no longer fighting anymore, but this peace felt so fragile that she could not trust it. Her purple eyes darted between Vi and Vander. Her fingers clenched around the zapping pistol. Like the Atlas gauntlet, the weapon was lowered. The two sisters stood next to each other, maybe an arm's length away. Neither dared to fully acknowledge what had just happened. Isha clutched her pant leg and peeked around behind Jinx. The normally so lively girl had fallen silent as if she could somehow understand that Jinx and Vi had to digest something before them.

Vander had always felt larger than life, especially to little Powder; however, this was new. Now, he towered over them both in a way the old Vander never had. Where the man who had raised them had felt like a strong, yet comforting presence, this creature was massive. So vast in its proportions, so wide was its frame, so large its massive paws and vicious claws, so enormous the elongated muzzle, it made Jinx feel like they could drown in the body of this beast.

And yet, out of those blue and yellow eyes, Vander stared back at them. He had forced his body into a cowering position as if he wanted to fight the temptation to lash out at them again. Laboured breaths vented between sharp, jagged fangs. When he spoke, his words sounded rough and coarse, yet still understandable: "Powder... Vi... It is good... to see you two. You are still... connected."

Heat flooded Jinx's cheeks uncomfortably. Subconsciously, she took a little step sideways and wound her ocelot tail tightly around her legs. Just because Vi had not killed her upon her return did not mean that they were still tied together. They had not been connected in a long while. Even now, Jinx wondered if Vi would even consider helping her. Sure, they had been able to locate Vander and even prove that the wolf beast before them was their father, but that did not mean that Vi would feel inclined to help her in the slightest.

If she were honest, not even Jinx herself would have known if she had helped herself in those circumstances. Her fingers rubbed over the triangular scar parting her eyebrow. She still remembered the sudden whoosh as Vi came rushing at her and striking her across the face with the Atlas gauntlets. Her purple eyes lingered on the ugly mess of scars on Violet's throat. She remembered the savagery of her strikes as she had tried to push Vi off her. Her glee when she had force-fed her sister the Shimmer, forcing her to heal from a near-death experience. Feeling Vi meet her gaze, Jinx swallowed and stared down at her feet.

Connected... When pigs fly.

Vander gave a laboured and agonised gasp before he dropped heavily on the stone beneath him. Pulling his hindlegs close to his body, he flinched and chuffed, his long, bat-like ears pressing flat against his neck. Finally settling down, the exhausted beast closed his eyes, staring at the sisters through nothing but a thin slit. The fluorescent light of the mushrooms ghosted across his tank, the hoses burrowing into his body and the metal screws and rings securing contraptions to his form. His fur was missing were metal burrowed into his flesh. The skin had swollen, and there were traces of dried blood around the screws and metal edges. Some hoses showed the dents of fangs and swiping claws.

Seeking out her sister's gaze, Jinx finally broke the uncomfortable silence, which had begun to form between them once more: "Look, I do not know what happened to him. I do not know who did this to him." Liar! "Under other circumstances, I might have been thrilled with this transformation. You know how much I always loved monsters. But not like this. He is hurt and confused. I want to help him, but I don't know how to fix this. Besides, he's your father, too. Trying to help him without you feels wrong. So... what should we do?"

@viioletvale

No, she was taller... Much taller. In a year anda half, she had growth several inches. Over at least half a foot that she reached 6' 4" now. "Cupcake?" VI questioned waiting to see Caitlyn in the mirror. "Do you see something.... Different? Like.... Different different?"

Unlike her partner, Caitlyn was very aware of the changes that were happening to Vi's body slowly and over time. Even if she wasn't caressing and holding and worshiping said body every week of her life since they became lovers, it was clear to see that the woman which had been starved and beaten had finally been allowed to thrive.

"I was wondering when you'd notice it..." She smiled warmly and walked up to her, not looking down at her but now eye level...perhaps even slightly up. "You are healthier now, Vi. More meat in your bones, as your family might say"

Kisses her sholder.

"How does it feel?"

"Corrected it, or eased the inevitable?" Lamb questioned, as her hooves tapped against the ground. Her appearance appeared oddly human, though her ears were upright and pointed, sticking out of long silvery white hair. It flowed down to her hips, where brilliant white fur grew. At the end were her normal cloven hooves. Draped over her head was a white hood, giving her an ethereal mysterious appearance yet one of calm and peace. While Lamb and Wolf were known for their mask, in Demacia, the spirits were often perceived as malevolent for hiding faces. Because of this perception, Lamb's mask laid on top of her head, but instead her eyes had an lethal blue appearance with a sapphire brilliance. A tap of her hooves as she danced around Vayne, her hand reaching out to touch her shoulder and peaked around. There laid a curiosity in Lamb's eyes, as she canted her. Always analyzing, curious…. trying to perceive death through the eyes of mortals. "To what is injustice?" A whimsical voice left her lips, as she gazed up at the lady's eyes. "I have seen a child scream and cry at the injustice of their mother denying them a lollipop. I have witness a man shouting at the king for the injustice against his daughter for denying her life and carted away for being a mage. I have seen the injustice of a demon who denied themselves a meal and simple to watch a mortal," Lamb moved in front of Vayne and pointed her pearly white finger at Vayne's face. The creature held questions upon her mind yet stayed quiet collecting the knowledge that might come from the woman's lips. "Pray tell, to what do you view as an injustice? How do you deem yourself the one justified to decide who lives and who dies? Tell me, do you deem yourself a god or simple the one who is right? Careful with your answers, little one," Lamb said as she lifted up a hoof and pressed it against the ground. "Your words speak for your soul,"

Differentiating between gods and monsters had always been hard. For as far as Vayne was concerned, some gods could be considered just as cruel as the monsters, hiding in the shadows and preying on the vulnerable. After all, how different from something like Evelynn was the Protector for deserting Demacia really? However, the one exception one might make to the duplicity of life was in the singularity and revelation of death.

The Lamb of the Kindred usually appeared alone to any Demacian, or so folklore said. Shauna felt her throat pull tight as the entity now stood before her. Even though Lamb did not wear her mask - for any self-respecting Demacian hated duplicity, even though Shauna had long learned that sometimes in her line of work, she had to lie and commit the violence of omission -, her etheral, otherworldly appearance was undeniable. Long, silvery white hair trailed down her back like a shroud of the dead. Her hooves rapped in a calming rhythm like the pulse of a heart. Yet, it was those piercing sapphire eyes which shook Shauna to the core: They felt like they were looking right through her.

Or was this a figure wrapped in black ribbons with a hollow body made of nothingness? Shauna's perception felt absolutely fried at the edges. Were those eyes stuck in the bark of every tree? What was real and what was imagined? Claws choked out her throat. Shauna's heart raced. Keep it together, keep it together, keep it together. "KEEP IT TOGETHER!" Shauna clutched her temple, grunted under an invisible strain and forced her body to snap into a straight position. She would not succumb to her paranoia! Not now. That beast tailing after her was just waiting for that moment.

Listening to Lamb speak of injustices, her head snapped around when the word demon fell in her allegory. She let out a disbelieving laugh, fired up. Her arm rose, the skin burning and itching, encasing her flesh in fiery red flames, fingers ending in claws. Even her crossbow had been engulfed by azure flames, and a large, bright yellow eye darted around upon it. Shauna snapped: "Demons don't deny themselves a meal! Their hunger never stops and never ends! They hunt whenever they can. Why would they let a promising food source go to waste? Honestly, if you could starve a demon of the emotions it craves, it would not be nearly revenge enough!"

The mere idea that a demon could have any complexity beyond a hunger which never ended was absolute lunacy! It reminded her of Locke and his obsessions with trying to pin the demons down and understand them like they were nothing but wild animals and not the devastating beasts so beyond nature. "That scheming filth! I never should have trusted him!" How dare the Kindred think that demons could be treated and understood like wild animals? That was too much of a kindness to these monsters and certainly an insult to the animals in question!

"What is an injustice?", Vayne repeated the question back at Lamb, panting. She grinned, though her grin looked more like bared teeth than a proper smile. "Injustice is born from the incompetence of the guards to stop an innocent murder. Injustice is when good people in Demacia die to feed the gorging hunger of a demon. Injustice is when nobody stands up for them, and those foul pests just spread and multiply like a horde of rats! Demacia wants to believe that it is immune to magic, thanks to its precious petricide, yet that is the loophole these monsters exploit! Those who believe they no longer have to invest in their own safety become careless and thus easy prey. Luckily for them, I am there to correct their error of thinking."

@viioletvale cont. from here.

Subtle NSFW||Accepting.

The breeze in the night air tussled at Caitlyn's hair. Her gloved hands cupped the rim of the balcony as she stood there, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Her Zaunite clothing - the outfit she tended to wear when she was undercover - was caked in blood and mud, with the occasional tear. This had been a long and tough turf war. Caitlyn had not been in the safety of her home for at least a month. But her diligence had paid off: Thanks to the input of her own gang, the Wardens had been able to bust a major smuggling ring in the lower parts of the Promenade. Captain Holly was still handling the mass arrests.

Caitlyn had excused herself as soon as her work had been done. Now, standing on the balcony, her adrenaline finally waned, and with it, the strain of this last month hit her all at once. Her thighs burned from having walked so much. Her head pounded from having to keep up a false persona. Somewhere under her layers of clothing, a nasty claw mark burned in her side. She stank. Caitlyn pulled a face. By the Spirits, I need a shower.

Huffing, Caitlyn was about to turn around when the feeling of a warm body pressing tightly against hers in a crude embrace caused her to briefly wince. The strong smell of tiger, wolf and Zaunite enveloped her senses. So familiar. She shuddered and closed her eyes, smiling widely to herself. How strange. I have grown so accustomed to the company of Zaunites, even their smell is capable of putting me at ease. Though, of course, there was only one who could be this calming and reassuring.

"I missed you too, Vi", Caitlyn finally spoke before she gritted her teeth. "Ugh... Careful. During the arrests of that smuggling ring, one of these brutes got me with his claws." Vi backed off for a brief moment. She then reached forward, ever so tenderly, and unzipped Caitlyn's jacket. The young Sheriff could not help but chuckle as Vi gingerly slipped her fingers underneath her fabric and carefully peeled off the jacket.

Vi folded up her jacket and positioned it on a chair near the balcony door. The night air touched Caitlyn's arms and bare shoulders, prompting her to shudder. The pale viola corset she wore with its white, shoulder-less sleeves had tears in the side. Blood crusted in the cotton fabric. Caitlyn's blue eyes widened as she noticed just how ugly that scratch had ended up being. She took a step back and sat down on her jacket.

"I had intended to take a shower, Vi", Caitlyn murmured more to herself before she looked up at her girlfriend, "Though it looks like I could use a bit of help getting the corset off me." She flexed her fingers into her thighs, trying to steady her breathing. "Could you do me the honours, Tigris?"

Vander was cleaning up behind the bar as the pair spoke, and sneakily preping Vi's favorite drink for the right moment, she might have been a teenager but she was still his little girl.

"You're my daughter, you're a leader and you're still figuring out you're place in the world, and lemme tell you, you are doing better than I did at your age, I was constantly getting into... Some pretty bad trouble, so... Just try and remember that alright? You're not a monster."

He put the drink up on the counter.

Yunara's face was stoney watching Vi, her arms crossed. For someone who didn't know her intimately, it'd be impossible to tell what was going through her mind. Her thoughts were not nearly as critical as one might assume.

She didn't interrupt Vi. It was clear to her, that Vi was a woman who more often than not went unheard. Yunara was not going to contribute to that imbalance. Besides, she sympathized. The anger born of being swept up in forces no single person could stop, of being victimized, isolation, they were things she understood.

Quietly she sat down next to Vi, kneeling. One hand went slowly to Vi's shoulder. She knew better than to startle a brawler.

"I can assure you, I've known worse monsters than you could be," False gods and warlords, who held more power than would've ever been afford to a woman like Vi. "My kindness to you is not born of nativity,"

She looked out between the rails at the river, and the city beyond it. So glistening. "In my own life, I've found that unfortunately, you can't get the time back. You can't erase what's happened to you," She sighed. "You can keep moving though, make new choices each day, and find people who'll help catch you up. It sounds like you've already got a good grip on that all,"

A laugh escaped the woman's lips, letting her set back down on her feet and buried her face in to her neck with the biggest hug. "I've missed you so much," And then Vi proceeded to cover her neck, her cheek, and face in kisses before giving her a kiss on her lips.

"Did you have a good trip?"

"One...two...three..." No doubt Violet would have heard heard the car approaching and already would have smelt her coming, but it was apparent that she had been on a different part of the manor, as the sounds of distant yet quickly coming closer steps would echo through the halls. In a blink her partner was there, hoisting her up and laughing to her heart's content...with so much energy that Caitlyn' couldn't help but laugh back.

Leaning against her and hugging her tight, she tried to return each kiss but for everyone one she did land, Vi gave three. "I've missed you too Vi~ It was a lovely trip...however I am more than ready to be home and relax"

She presses her forehead against the fighter's and smiles. "Why don't you tell me how you've been while we snuggle for a bit, love?"

And Weapons Do Not Weep||Accepting.

The thick smell of blood lay fresh in the air. The body of the slain Greathorn sprawled out in the grass like a monument to victory. Its massive antlers were almost as large as its torso. The sunlight made its dark brown pelt shine like bronze. The blood welled out of its slashed-open stomach. Though this cut had only been performed recently. What had truly done the great stag in were the heavy choke marks around its neck.

Shyvana still did not understand how Violet had managed to wrestle this massive animal to the ground and come out victorious. However, she would not question it. Instead, she gave a rumble from deep within her chest and a murmured, "Well fought, soldier." The she-dragon's talons and dark purple scales were soaked in dripping red. Shyvana had used her powerful hands to rip through the Greathorn's thick hide. She was busy trimming away the muscle meat and removing its organs. Trophies to be brought home. Food to be shared among the Kiramman clan and the Dragon Guard.

The she-dragon slowly shifted around on her sprawled toes, the large, vicious claws digging into the mud. Her tail, stiff at its base, swayed from the idle movement. The heavy horns meant Shyvana always stood slightly leaned forward subconsciously. It was certainly useful when it came to working on the corpse like that. However, her focus was sharply disrupted when Vi said those words.

"You're not a monster. You're my friend."

Shyvana rose abruptly, forcing herself into a more upright, more human position in alarm. Her tail twitched in the rustle of grass blades. She turned back to look at Vi. Her fiery gaze narrowed cautiously. These words were sweet. They really were, and Shyvana appreciated the sentiment. Yet at the same time, she could not help but feel insulted and weary. I don't need someone's pity! I don't want your pity. It was easy to call themselves her friend when all they had ever seen had been her carefully guarded human form. But most humans, upon seeing her dragon self, ran away. Even the Dragon Guard had taken months to fully warm up to and embrace her more terrifying side. Why should this Vastaya be any different?

The fire in her chest climbed higher and higher. Every fibre of her being burned with barely concealed fury. Shyvana was so tired of going through that same song and dance over and over again. More than once, members of the Vanguard or the city guard of Wrenwall had claimed to be her friend, probably to get into the favour of the prince; however, every single time they had grown visibly uncomfortable upon seeing her dragon self. Even Lieutenant Jerik had reacted with revulsion upon seeing her monstrous true form at first. However, he had pushed through his revulsion and proved to her that he stood by her, no matter what.

And the thing was: Shyvana liked Vi. She had really grown to like her over the course of the few weeks she and that other Kiramman lady she was escorting, this Caitlyn Kiramman, had resided in Wrenwall's borders. Vi was not only a fierce woman who did not shy away from speaking her mind, but she also seemed brave and loyal. Those traits would have no doubt made her a good Demacian, had she been born in the great kingdom. At the same time, though, the very fact that Vi was ostracised in the same way Shyvana was made her appreciate the other one all the more.

She could not stand the idea of seeing the fear in Vi's eyes, should she ever see Shyvana's true form. However, at the same time, she realised that the mere notion of having a friend outside of the Dragon Guard would be impossible if she did not have an answer to this question. By now her fury had mounted so much that it made her head hurt. She just wanted clarity and answers so desperately! Keeping her rage in check for just a few more seconds, even though that act alone felt like it was tearing her apart, Shyvana checked that they were truly alone. Then she transformed.

The fury erupted out of Shyvana's body in a savage bath of flames. Her body contorted and pushed as her draconic form forced its way outside of the confines of her humanoid shape. Massive paws slammed down on the ground. Without any hesitation, Shyvana grabbed Violet in talons, each large enough to be a sword of their own, and hoisted her off the ground. Her blood red scales drank up the sunlight, breaking through the trees. The silver grey plating on her neck fluttered with her breath. Her dark, leathery wings blocked out the sky. The head, Vi was held in front of, had a narrow, sharp snout, atop which curled powerful horns to protect her eyes from any foolish attacker. Her claws were as golden as the spikes on her wings, the tip of her long tail and the thicker scales on her chest. They flexed with enough tightness to ensure Violet could not wiggle her way out of this grasp even if she wanted to.

Shyvana let out a low, deep rumble. The same noise she had made before, but now it vibrated through Vi's entire body and turned her muscles into jello. It was the kind of sound which prompted the woodland animals to hide in their burrows and holes, and the birds to fly far away. Guiding Vi closer to her maw, Shyvana parted her jaws just enough so the Zaunite could see the rows of sharp, vicious teeth and the ominous glow of smouldering fire at the back of her throat. Shyvana's voice had morphed into a powerful, raspy noise, more primal and beastial. As she spoke, the plates on her throat continued to shift and move.

"Still think I am no monster?", Shyvana asked before she opened her jaws wider as if she was going to bite down upon Vi.