: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=002500010000000000000000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-11-25T01:32:41.592+0000) > >now that I think about it, Kaisa's expirience in the void also accurately describes Warframe's game balance; either get liquified through a 95% flat DR in half a second or delete everything on the map before you become a splat on the wall created so hard you can't tell if it's the green armor color and guts of a warfame or a mural of a watermelon. *Kaisa fell silent, burrowing her back into the sand, still trying to hide - to escape - that which has hung over her head for so long. Though her breaths were rapid, they were near deathly silent; something that she had gained and learned to the point of instinct, where if she could not kill, she could hide from it.* *But after a minute or two of the forms simply staring, blaringly bright eyes that stared infinitely, that glared eeriely into her, into Kaisa, into their very being, it made her simply fall still. Kaisa's breath stabilized slowly, and through the eyes of a monster, she stared back, for as long and hard as possible.* "I've no other choice. Either kill quick or die quick." *Her words were shallow, quiet, and easily lost in the howling winds of the sands to even her own ears.* "There have been no others. Nobody else to speak to. Nobody else to survive with. I... I don't know what I am anymore." *The words she spoke progressively became louder, sharper, more defined - and more defiant in nature.* "But if those around me think me a monster, then who am I to deny?"
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00250001000000000000000000010000000000000000000000000005,timestamp=2019-12-05T01:08:27.105+0000) > >Ah, okay. Have a nice day.
: Bodies were falling left and right around a nearby eating establishment in Ionia, at the southern coast of Ionia's Main Land, Weh'le. Inside the Establishment was a person of age sitting, eating as if nothing was happening. His black trenchcoat gently waving in the light breeze. [Hasuthra](https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/skin-champion-concepts/OfNGR73M-fanmade-champion-concept-hasuthra-the-harbinger) was just humming to himself and enjoying the dishes Ionia had to offer. He was particularily interested in the bad food. He had to reap so many obese souls that he sat down and thought "if so many are willing to die for that kinda food then it must be really good." and true to his thesis, he ended up being almost addicted to bad food. However, while eating, he noticed that he had accidentally let his aura of death slip, killing all powerless mortals in the immediate vicinity. "oh. This is not good." he said in such a non-chalant voice that it could very well be sarcastic. "*The touch of death killing people who were not yet meant to pass. I sure hope this won't attract Kindred's attention*" he then thought to himself.
> [{quoted}](name=Eternal Torment,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0026,timestamp=2019-12-04T21:10:10.333+0000) > "Let the hunt begin," came a voice that Hasuthra recognized but had never heard. Fear was the only possible response. A pair of glowing blue orbs appeared in front of him, and then a white mask over them. The black silhouette of Wolf appeared. "What bold demon so cruelly cuts the thread short and in doing so leaves a hole in the tapestry of life?" a cold voice asked. Blue orbs, a black mask, and then a blinding white figure covered in ashes stepped out of the shadows behind Wolf. Though Lamb's mask concealed her entire face, Hasthura could feel her gaze pierce him. "Did we find someone who thinks that they could escape our gaze?" Lamb glowered. "Did we find someone who thinks they can run from us?" Wolf asked in reply. Kindred's eternal presence was something that even those who spent most of their time dealing death or around their dead often forgot about. Perhaps it was for the better, as the burden of knowledge of them was too great for many. Their simple physical manifestation was something difficult to understand. They seemed like they shouldn't be there at all, but Kindred was undeniably real. Hasuthra knew this, but he apparently had to be reminded that they were the hunters, and all things were theirs to take. "We found someone brash enough to poach. The hunt had not yet begun, and here it is interrupted..." Lamb pronounced. "What shall we do with him, dear Wolf? Pierce his body?" The white spirit drew her bow and aimed at Hasuthra, knocking an arrow. "No. Tear him to bits." the black spirit growled, coming forward as he bared his dreadful teeth.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=002500010000000000000000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-11-25T01:32:41.592+0000) > >now that I think about it, Kaisa's expirience in the void also accurately describes Warframe's game balance; either get liquified through a 95% flat DR in half a second or delete everything on the map before you become a splat on the wall created so hard you can't tell if it's the green armor color and guts of a warfame or a mural of a watermelon. *Kaisa fell silent, burrowing her back into the sand, still trying to hide - to escape - that which has hung over her head for so long. Though her breaths were rapid, they were near deathly silent; something that she had gained and learned to the point of instinct, where if she could not kill, she could hide from it.* *But after a minute or two of the forms simply staring, blaringly bright eyes that stared infinitely, that glared eeriely into her, into Kaisa, into their very being, it made her simply fall still. Kaisa's breath stabilized slowly, and through the eyes of a monster, she stared back, for as long and hard as possible.* "I've no other choice. Either kill quick or die quick." *Her words were shallow, quiet, and easily lost in the howling winds of the sands to even her own ears.* "There have been no others. Nobody else to speak to. Nobody else to survive with. I... I don't know what I am anymore." *The words she spoke progressively became louder, sharper, more defined - and more defiant in nature.* "But if those around me think me a monster, then who am I to deny?"
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00250001000000000000000000010000000000000000000000000003,timestamp=2019-12-01T01:54:47.891+0000) > > Time would pass for what felt like an eternity to Kai'Sa as she fell deep into the sands. The Kindred did not answer her. She had left them behind, she thought. The life which they spoke to her of was not the one she chose. She chose to run, and she ran into the Void. An eternity longer still, Kai'Sa drifted through the primordial soup with only her own skin for company. It was then that she finally heard the voice of another speak to her. It was Lamb's. "We are here with you," she said softly. "And I hate to tell you, but you didn't have to live the life you chose. You spent your time running, as if you were always being chased by my dear Wolf. And you ran until you could run no longer. We did not claim you because it was not our time to claim you. Now we are in a place where there is no time. Perhaps you understand now something of how we feel, being beyond time itself." "We don't hunt here often," Wolf growled. "For the time itself is what provides us with many hunts," Lamb explained. "Those that live here are fun to chase. They always run." "They do not understand what we are, for the only way for the beings born of Void to Void to die is to be killed. We are finality, but few things here have a beginning or an end." "They stand perfectly still. There is no fun in chasing what doesn't move," Wolf complained. "You aren't supposed to be here. We are here, watching. Hunting. Rarely do we take a mark here, though. We have marked your sojourn here. We marked its beginning, and we mark its end." After Lamb had finished speaking, Kai'Sa would see the Kindred appear in front of her. Wolf grew to a seemingly impossible size and opened his maw. He bit down around Kai'Sa, and she found herself laying face down in the sands of Shurima. The ruins of the village had long been buried by the sands, and no sign of the void was near. Kai'Sa was the only life for miles. Everywhere she looked, though, Kai'Sa saw a mask of Wolf or Lamb.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=002500010000000000000000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-11-25T01:32:41.592+0000) > >now that I think about it, Kaisa's expirience in the void also accurately describes Warframe's game balance; either get liquified through a 95% flat DR in half a second or delete everything on the map before you become a splat on the wall created so hard you can't tell if it's the green armor color and guts of a warfame or a mural of a watermelon. *Kaisa fell silent, burrowing her back into the sand, still trying to hide - to escape - that which has hung over her head for so long. Though her breaths were rapid, they were near deathly silent; something that she had gained and learned to the point of instinct, where if she could not kill, she could hide from it.* *But after a minute or two of the forms simply staring, blaringly bright eyes that stared infinitely, that glared eeriely into her, into Kaisa, into their very being, it made her simply fall still. Kaisa's breath stabilized slowly, and through the eyes of a monster, she stared back, for as long and hard as possible.* "I've no other choice. Either kill quick or die quick." *Her words were shallow, quiet, and easily lost in the howling winds of the sands to even her own ears.* "There have been no others. Nobody else to speak to. Nobody else to survive with. I... I don't know what I am anymore." *The words she spoke progressively became louder, sharper, more defined - and more defiant in nature.* "But if those around me think me a monster, then who am I to deny?"
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00250001000000000000000000010000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2019-11-28T03:46:43.880+0000) > > "We know what you're thinking," Wolf's voice called to Kai'Sa inside of her head. "We are in your thoughts. You have kept us here inside of you since your childhood. We hear the thoughts of your skin. Your skin is a part of you. It relies on you for sustenance and motility. It gives you power, and you give it life. Why do you fear it? Why do you hate it? No sense in hating yourself and despairing..." Lamb mused. "Everyone fears you. Everyone runs from you. You are a hunter as we are," Wolf interjected. "Why not try just a little harder to find the life you want? You are still in control. You still have your humanity," Lamb suggested. "No one can stop you. You hunt and survive. You are better at it than everyone else is. Hunt. Kill. Live," Wolf continued. "Live the life you want," Lamb finished.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=002500010000000000000000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-11-25T01:32:41.592+0000) > >now that I think about it, Kaisa's expirience in the void also accurately describes Warframe's game balance; either get liquified through a 95% flat DR in half a second or delete everything on the map before you become a splat on the wall created so hard you can't tell if it's the green armor color and guts of a warfame or a mural of a watermelon. *Kaisa fell silent, burrowing her back into the sand, still trying to hide - to escape - that which has hung over her head for so long. Though her breaths were rapid, they were near deathly silent; something that she had gained and learned to the point of instinct, where if she could not kill, she could hide from it.* *But after a minute or two of the forms simply staring, blaringly bright eyes that stared infinitely, that glared eeriely into her, into Kaisa, into their very being, it made her simply fall still. Kaisa's breath stabilized slowly, and through the eyes of a monster, she stared back, for as long and hard as possible.* "I've no other choice. Either kill quick or die quick." *Her words were shallow, quiet, and easily lost in the howling winds of the sands to even her own ears.* "There have been no others. Nobody else to speak to. Nobody else to survive with. I... I don't know what I am anymore." *The words she spoke progressively became louder, sharper, more defined - and more defiant in nature.* "But if those around me think me a monster, then who am I to deny?"
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0025000100000000000000000001000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-11-25T02:52:23.071+0000) > > "There was once a pale man with dark hair..." Lamb began. Wolf's countenance shifted. His face became less predatory and savage, and more happy. He almost looked like a young puppy wagging his tail. Lamb continued her story, "This man was very lonely. You see, everyone must meet this man. But they were all afraid so the ran from him. Wolf couldn't help but ask, "Did he chase them?" "No," Lamb replied, "he took an axe and cut himself in two. Right down the middle." "So he would always have a friend?" Wolf asked almost by instinct. "So he would always have a friend," Lamb confirmed softly, reaching over to her counterpart and petting his head. After a moment of pause, Lamb continued talking to Kai'Sa. "We understand your pain and your loneliness. Where can you go? Who can you talk to? The only voice you have ever heard speak to you as who you are is that of nature itself. We see how young you are and we see how you have no hope for your life. We sense your desire and understand your longing. But we are the voice of nature. You do well to ask yourself if we are really here." "But never forget that we are always there..." Wolf added. "You know how to find us. And we will always follow by your side."
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0025000100000000000000000001000000000000,timestamp=2019-11-17T21:06:48.678+0000) > >[Kinda feel like this is good mood music atm. Using it for this response.](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMUkXQ31q9g) Might be a bit loud if you pop it open though, so beware that. *Kaisa, eyes wide, fumbled from her slowed running, falling onto her backside and crawling away as quickly as one can up a sand dune. The desperation in their movement, the ragged breathing, all of her flails and kicks in the sand that only seemed to get denser and harder the more that they struggled - this was the child within, scared and alone, stuck with something that she could only narrowly escape.* *At least, that's what she wished it was.* *The omnipotence was something that scared her to the core; she watched the Lamb and the Wolf emerge from nothingness, from a stealth greater than her own - Kai'Sa craved and loathed it, but their flight-or-flight was overpowering the human within.* *The sounds that sprouted from their maw were that of a rabid, dying animal that only wished to claw back what few moments they felt were left, expecting the horrid, crushing bite of some monster greater than themselves. However, all bodies had their giving point, and minutes into this desperate struggle to rise over the dune that seemed to last an eternity, Kaisa simply collapsed onto her back, unable to move from extreme stresses on her physical form.* *She slid down the side of the slope, eventually enough material catching on her limbs to cause her to roll over, shoulder smashing into dune before sailing through the air and smashing again and again into the sands, landing in a painful thud that likely broke bone-plate and tore sinew.* *Kai'Sa struggled to rise, to get back up and at least put a fighting blow onto the two, but could only barely muster a weak bolt that struck nothingness as they began to understand what they faced.* *Left completely exhausted and devoid of power to stop them, they stared upwards, three eyes wide and glaring.* *Kaisa took a deep breath, and let it out slow, blinking away the sand caught in her eyes. She'd managed to land hard enough to make her nose bleed, and there were several bruises across her exposed skin from the rolling and slamming of her form. They coughed, still staring at the Kindred.* "Why... why follow me like this?" *Her breathing was just barely controlled, somewhat ragged.*
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00250001000000000000000000010000000000000000,timestamp=2019-11-17T22:24:25.014+0000) > > "We aren't following you," Lamb gently assured Kai'Sa. "We are always there. There is nothing that can hide from us." "There is nothing that can run from us," Wolf continued. Kai'Sa could suspect at this point that the Kindred were more connected to each other than even her human body and voidborn skin. They knew each other's every thought and word before it had even left their ethereal lips. "You see us not because you want to, or because we decided to talk to you," Lamb consoled the terrified girl. "Think for a moment about how much loss and death you have seen and been a part of. Ever since you were lost all those years ago, have you known anything other than carnage? Such a life wears on the mind and soul. You have lived among death all your life, you have seen so much of it that now you recognize death in a way that most only ever do in their final moments. How perceptive are you to have met us so soon? How unlucky you are, to have learned about us this way."
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00250001000000000000000000010000,timestamp=2019-11-14T16:17:41.206+0000) > >Sorry for the delay! Thought I posted a response already, completely my bad. *The slight pressure in the back of Kaisa's mind had been there, to run from this strangeness, this ethereal apex predator that cannot be struck nor hidden from. Kai'Sa felt the twinge of their spine, the crawling needles along their legs and waist, slowly traveling up their torso and reaching the neck - not even the Void has made them this uneasy.* *Not even the sands drowning the child made them this afraid.* *Kaisa's knees bent, her upper torso flexing to the side as she turn to ran.* *Kai'Sa flared a shining layer of violet, slamming one leg in front of the other and would have vanished to the mortal eyes.* *But what was there did not see what the living see.*
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=002500010000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2019-11-17T19:58:52.552+0000) > > ((Don't sweat it. Finals season is approaching and I'm a complete mess.)) Kai'Sa was strong to begin with and made all the quicker by her symbiotic skin. She ran for a few minutes: easily enough to get away from the fastest people she had ever met and plenty to keep pace with the strongest voidborn. What she had met, though, was neither human or void. These strange hunters were something else entirely. When Kai'Sa finally decided to take a break, an eerie calm would befall her. She still felt uneasy, but she was far enough away that she didn't have to worry. "It is far too soon for you to being running, Kai'Sa," Lamb's gentle voice greeted her as she was taking her break. "That choice is much more weight than fate has decided to give you right now. Though, there is something to be said for making it early." "Running is good practice for later, though," Wolf commented, appearing out of the shadows nearby. "The faster the prey, the more fun the chase." "Exercise is good for the body," Lamb teased and giggled, following Wolf.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=002500010000000000000000,timestamp=2019-11-05T16:20:46.790+0000) > > Now then... back to it. "I don't want to find out." *Kaisa looked at Lamb, again shifting her weight from one leg to the other; her nerves were almost on end. The skin was crawling in her spine and torso, giving them a momentary shiver. Even that which was and was not her didn't like the Kindred, their presence, and their purpose.* *Instinctual fear from an organism so simple in nature yet unbearably complex that Wolf could smell it on them, but the skin did not know - not fully, at least. It did not think, but it felt everything.* "Hunters can become the hunted in places where day has no permission to shine, where night is all but reality." *Kai'Sa looked the two over again; whispy drafts of essence, yet the air was cold and still - no, this was* not *natural, and they knew it.* *They feared it. Hated it.* *Yet they stood and talked to it.* "But there is nothing that can hunt a world that hunts everything at once."
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0025000100000000000000000001,timestamp=2019-11-13T22:52:35.955+0000) > > "She understands not," Lamb commented. "It fears," Wolf replied. "She would understand what we are if she listened to her other half," the white spirit mused. "She is skilled in the hunt and knows full well the primal nature of the Void and the pure, animal, tendencies of the creatures that spawned from it. Consume and adapt, as Kha'Zix says. That, she does very well." "We consume," Wolf answered bluntly. "We have no need of adaptation. The universe adapts to us," Lamb explained. "We are a constant. We exist. We will continue to exist until there is nothing left to hunt." "All things are ours to take," Wolf interjected, emphasizing Lamb's bigger point. "The Void can not hunt is, and there is nothing we can not hunt. It is the natural order of things. We know you feel the fear of your skin. It's trying to look into your mind for an answer. It wants to know what we are. Do you have an answer for your other half?" Lamb asked. The Kindred relaxed. Lamb sat down with her bow across her lap and Wolf rested beside her. They didn't look quite as threatening as they did when Kai'Sa fist saw them, but they still radiated a cold finality that made her skin crawl and her heart race. For all the time they took to explain what they were, the answers they gave did nothing to dissipate the unease. If anything, they just made it worse.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0025000100000000,timestamp=2019-11-02T15:37:35.732+0000) "The Void will hunt *you*. Or, at least, follow." *Kaisa's eyes narrowed, somewhat tinged violet for a brief moment before turning back to their natural dull brown.* "I can feel that much. Your scent gives you away - spirits, I think was the word." *The hulking blades filled with energy dispersed, the power crackling and snapping back into Kai'Sa's limbs. They stared at the two, the three eyes glowing back.* "I can see you, yet you are not there. It is... strange." *Slowly, Kaisa paced to the right, one foot crossing the other in a cautious manner, walking in a semi-circular path around the Kindred. She swallowed hard air, staring at the two.* "All I can hope for is that when I die, it's quick, and that I'm left to rot."
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00250001000000000000,timestamp=2019-11-02T18:45:39.915+0000) > "The Void is nothing to us," Lamb replied. "It is a nothingness that isn't a true nothingness. It was there at the beginning, but do you really know if it going to last out to the end? Can it devour eternity?" "Or can I devour it?" Wolf asked, his toothy grin perhaps more unsettling than any voidborn Kai'Sa had met yet. The void wanted to consume the universe, but Wolf looked like he actually could at any moment and without warning. How could he, though? One spirit against all existence? "Sweet young Kai'Sa," Lamb continued, answering the girl's implied question directly, "we are always there. People do not see us because they don't want to. And we also do not always want to be seen." "We are hunters, stalking our prey," Wolf emphasized. "Everyone meets us at some point. Some even spend their lives trying to," the white spirit continued. The two stared at Kai'Sa as she carefully stepped around them. Their gazes remained blank and the eyes behind their masks were simply pale lights. Lamb was even more unsettling to look at than Wolf. At least Wolf had a mouth and some amount of facial expression. Lamb's face was entirely hidden behind a mask of the deepest black covered in dust and ashes. The Void itself couldn't possibly look as cold and uncaring. "Those ones are always fun to chase," the black spirit added.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00250001,timestamp=2019-10-30T23:49:32.481+0000) *Almost on instinct, Kai'Sa sprinted, a spectral flare of shimmering light for one instant, reappearing in a similar glow the next, large crystal-blades filled with alien energy pooling within. They faced down the direction of the voices, almost firing off a set of bolts, their breathing rapid and deep. However, Kaisa slowly forced her arms downwards, aiming to the ground as she straightened out, staring at... staring at something. She blinked repeatedly, the mask of Kai'Sa falling, and stared at the Kindred, confused.* "Far better that my bolts find them than the chittering hordes below. They would have been torn to pieces, eaten alive... or worse." *Kaisa seemed to stop moving after a moment or two, unsure of what this mirage was, or its meaning.* *Their skin twitched, the right claw clenching shut.* *Her eyes snapped from Wolf to Lamb, still not understanding what they were.* *Kai'Sa knew that there was essence, but also knew it could not be absorbed. It was not food, but it smelled like it.* *The confusion made Kaisa nervous, but willing to stay.*
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=002500010000,timestamp=2019-10-31T02:09:23.503+0000) > > "It makes no difference to us," the white being answered. "All things are ours to take," her black counterpart added. "They must all choose between Wolf's fangs," said the soft voice. "Or Lamb's arrows," the other growled. Kindred paused their dialogue and looked blankly at Kai'Sa. It was impossible to tell what might be going on in their minds. Neither moved. All they did for a moment was stare out from behind their masks. Lamb eventually broke the silence. "How much longer do you think it will be until you know who we are?" she asked. "We already told her," Wolf answered. "She doesn't understand what we said." "They never have to." "But they all learn at some point."
: >Welcome back. >Before you ask, I'm starting a new one and not trying to continue what was done in the past. >The intention is for the Kindred to make an appearance similar to that in the short story involving the masks. It might be that they appear from mass slaughter or death? Not 100% sure on that though. *[Wandering away from a burning waste of cinders and death,](https://leagueoflegends.fandom.com/wiki/Monstrous#VI) Kai'Sa found herself alone on the desert plains, tracks slowly being made in the endless sands. They were tired, but well and truly fed; the Voidborn provided all the energy they needed. Kaisa was deathly silent; yes, she would be their monster.* *But that didn't mean she wanted that.* *The man slain was a fool, a moron, and the sort that is dangerous to have lead others. He dared not heed the warnings and move, instead choosing to stand and fight - a noble thing, for certain.* *But a damned stupid choice.* *"But what about the people inside the structures?" She asked herself. "Did they deserve their deaths? Were there more than simple fools in there? Children who knew nothing of it?"* *"Children like me?"* *Sighing in guilt, Kaisa simply stared out from the guise of Kai'Sa, of the monster itself. She spoke aloud, to herself.* "Better they died than suffer the Void." *She eventually wandered far enough away from the fires to where they dimmed out, and knelt down.* *Kaisa exhaled, staring downwards.* *Nothing but the howling wind and the voices in her head.*
> [{quoted}](name=The Void Hunress,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0025,timestamp=2019-10-30T20:55:17.112+0000) > >(( Oops, posted with the wrong smurf the first time. )) (( The story involving the masks is my primary model for writing the Kindred. It's probably the best lore story Riot has written. I love it. )) After Kai'Sa wandered away from the carnage, she'd begin to think she was hearing things. "Do you really think so?" an unexpected and soft voice asked. "I like this one," another, very dark, voice commented. "Wherever she goes, the hunting is good. I think she would make a good chase." "But look at her. She has hardly lived at all. The best hunts are the ones with determination, aren't they? She doesn't have the strength to run for you or the resolve to stand in front of me, don't you think?" the soft voice mused. "She can run fast. We've seen her." "Maybe we should stop playing with her and just ask her herself." What a strange conversation. Who was talking? How did they get here? How did they survive that particular mess? Maybe all the solitude was messing with Kai'Sa's head. A quick look around, however, would reveal a strange white creature wearing a black mask sitting on the soft, sandy ground and a black spirit wearing a complementary white mask floating in the air beside. The soft voice emanated from the white one. "Would you like to start running?" she asked. "Or do you have the resolve to stand and face us?"
: If It Draws Breath... It Meets Us... (Ask Kindred)
The Winter's Claw warriors walked quietly through the night, hiking though fresh snow. The sky was darkened by clouds and white powder continued to fall from the sky. The war band carried torches to light their way and help keep a little warmth, but they would soon be extinguished to hide their position. The weather gave them a perfect opportunity to attack the Frostguard camp and melt back into the snow and darkness before those dumb magicians knew what hit them. Those stupid bookkeepers were going to kiss the wolf. An hour more and it was midnight. The camp was in view on an open plain. They Frostguard had built a ditch and earthen wall around it and had guards posted. The warriors covered themselves with white skins and kept low. The snow muted their footsteps. As they neared the ramparts, all they could hear were the sounds of their own heartbeats. Combat broke out, but silence continued to rule the night. "What sound did they make?" Wolf asked in the aftermath. The camp was in ruins and dozens lay dead on either side, yet there was not a fleck of blood on the hunter's shaggy black fur. "Feathers falling on fresh snow," Lamb answered, her coat still pristine.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=tFd7rcbV,comment-id=00000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-09-30T18:20:50.553+0000) > > "All things are ours to take," the black spirit answered after Yuumi hissed at him. The darkness he was made from billowed out and he came too close for comfort. Yuumi couldn't stop him, though. He gave her a big lick before she had time to react before taking his place at the white spirit's side. > > "Fish, trees, deer, humans, yordles, vastaya, cats..." the white spirit listed. She paused and explained, "We are not animals, nor humans, nor yordles. We are something else." > > "Magic is powerless against us. Armor is no protection," the black spirit added. > > "We are Wolf to Lamb." > > "And Lamb to Wolf." > > "Why would we have a magical cat?" Lamb mused. > > "Because we are lonely," Wolf answered. > > "Why would we ever be lonely? We are one and two. Separate, always together, one and the same, different." > > "Because so many run from us." > > "Yet they can never escape." _Yuumi immediately scratched at the air as soon as she saw the mean old dog coming closer to her. Who did that dog think he is?! Looking all scary and whatnot? What she failed to notice when she did attack was that the creature was already back in his place, thus she was attacking nothing. Looking over at Wolf, her pupils started to constrict again as he posture began to be a bit more relaxed,_ "I'm watching you, dog!" _Wait a second, did he just LICK HER?! EW EW EW! Yuumi quickly tried to push any dirt off of her side, or wherever he did lick him. Hopefully there was no slobber! If there wasn't, Yuumi slowly proceeded to approach Lamb's side, squinting at Wolf all the way through as her ears perked up. She can hear something!_ _Ah. It was just the white not-dog speaking! Much better! Wait a second... they were hunters of cats?! That was where Yuumi sounded the alarms in her head. Stepping back a bit, she then asked,_ "So... you're here to give me fish, right?" _Hopefully that was the case! Yuumi was not ready to be hunted just yet!_ _As soon as she heard Lamb's question, she immediately cut Wolf off. Those previous worries seemingly vanished as she smiled, sitting down and answering,_ "There are LOTS of reasons to have a magical cat! At least they're much better than weird dogs!"
> [{quoted}](name=Cat and Paper,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=tFd7rcbV,comment-id=000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-10-09T21:28:15.798+0000) > > As Yuumi spoke to the fluffy white spirit, she would quickly notice that Lamb would continue her conversation with Wolf no matter what she did. It was hard to tell what they might be thinking behind those masks, but their conversation did give some insight into what these strange things were. When the finished talking to each other, they replied to Yuumi. "We only take," Wolf barked. "We have nothing to give," Lamb explained gently. "What we take is gone forever. We do not take fish or cats or dogs. We do not take humans or yordles or vastaya. We do not take birds or beasts, monsters or men. We are the takers of life." "Everything is ours to take," Wolf finished. It was unclear is he was aware of the contradiction between what he said and what Lamb told Yuumi. Of course, it also wasn't clear if he was any more intelligent than the average canine. Lamb continued, her voice in tune with Wolf's. As different as they were, it appeared that their connection was so strong they knew everything the other was going to say. Was it magical? Could they know what Yuumi was going to say as well? "We already have you," Lamb told Yuumi. "All life is ours." She reached out and pet the cat. Lamb was every bit as soft as she looked, but touching her was like being touched by nothing at all. So soft was Lamb's hand that Yuumi thought she was being pet by a cloud. Wolf circled the area, covering the world in his pure darkness. Yuumi wouldn't be quite sure how she could see since there wasn't any light at all, but Lamb and Wolf were still plain as day. Lamb spoke for them both. "You see now?" she asked. "Everything is prey to my arrow." "Or my teeth."
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=tFd7rcbV,comment-id=000000000000,timestamp=2019-09-29T04:24:19.766+0000) > > "We are the hunters," the voice of the black void answered. > > "We are not dreams. We are the waking," the soft voice of the white dot intoned. As she spoke, the dazzling whiteness starting fading into a more solid form. It took a moment, but soon a beautiful white spirit was standing in front of Yuumi. She carried a strange ornate bow and wore a mask as black as the inky void that floated beside her. She was tall and stately. Her body was covered in soft wool. On her wool appeared to be a mix of dark ashes and a strange energy. Everything about her was otherworldly. > > The darkness did the same thing. At the same time as the fluffy spirit took shape, he formed his own. A white mask sat on the face of something much scarier than any dog Yuumi had ever seen. His black muzzle was covered in ashes and he carried the same aura around him as his white counterpart. "You're still in Piltover. You just met us," he said. It was clear that he was keeping his voice down. ((So sorry about the repetition of dogs! Yuumi just doesn’t really like dogs, and Wolf resembles one!)) “Hunters of what?... _Fish?” Yuumi paid most of her attention on the white light, refusing to pay any attention to pay attention to the dog that was quickly forming its shape. A smile grew on her face, jumping up from her place and standing on her legs. Looking around, she asked,_ “Where is the fish that you guys got?! There are no rivers here! Wait...” _If there are no rivers, how can there be fish? There are no land fish here either!_ “If you aren’t fish hunters, then what are you the hunter of?” _Wait, was she wearing a dog mask? That looked very doglike! Why would anyone wear a mask of a dog? Granted, it isn’t a rat mask, but it was still not nice to see! And why does she have all wool on her body? As soon as she realized this, she stepped back a bit to look at the white creature. Tilting her head a bit, she sat down and stayed silent for a few seconds before she gasped._ “I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE! You’re a magical animal, just like me!” “Though, why would you have a magical dog with you when you can have a c-“ _As she turned her head to look at the black creature, she squealed as soon as she saw him. The cat jumped up once again, the fur on her back slowly standing up as she began to arc up her body. This dog was scary! He was bigger than any dog she ever seen! Out of natural instinct, she hissed at him once more._
> [{quoted}](name=Cat and Paper,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=tFd7rcbV,comment-id=0000000000000000,timestamp=2019-09-30T15:05:35.923+0000) > > ((It's natural. Yuumi's ban quote is excellent.)) > > "All things are ours to take," the black spirit answered after Yuumi hissed at him. The darkness he was made from billowed out and he came too close for comfort. Yuumi couldn't stop him, though. He gave her a big lick before she had time to react before taking his place at the white spirit's side. "Fish, trees, deer, humans, yordles, vastaya, cats..." the white spirit listed. She paused and explained, "We are not animals, nor humans, nor yordles. We are something else." "Magic is powerless against us. Armor is no protection," the black spirit added. "We are Wolf to Lamb." "And Lamb to Wolf." "Why would we have a magical cat?" Lamb mused. "Because we are lonely," Wolf answered. "Why would we ever be lonely? We are one and two. Separate, always together, one and the same, different." "Because so many run from us." "Yet they can never escape."
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=tFd7rcbV,comment-id=0000,timestamp=2019-09-27T21:13:19.214+0000) > > ((Welcome.)) > > Yuumi, the relatively intelligent and highly perceptive feline she was, would notice something strange. The world seemed to hold still. The computer and her new human held in place. Even Book appeared to be frozen in time. The event lasted not even a minute, but she knew for sure something strange happened. > > Hours later, just before nap time, it would happen again. The world around Yuumi froze. The only thing she could hear were the thoughts inside her own head. Yuumi then heard a voice that was clearly not her own thoughts bouncing around inside there. "How many lives does a magical cat have?" a voice growled. It sounded almost like a dog, only bigger, scarier, and darker. Yuumi could see the sound it made as a black void either inside her imagination, or right in front of her. She couldn't quite tell. > > "We both know the answer to that," another voice replied. This one sounded soft and cozy, but at the same time it sounded colder than snow. A dazzling white appeared alongside the impenetrable darkness. > > Yuumi would have a lot to talk about with Book later. ((Thank you! I'm going to make her quickly hop into Piltover so that we can use a more canon location!)) _At times like these, you should be grateful of your naptimes! Yuumi rarely got any quality nap times without Book getting all up on her fur about it! It's so hard getting quality nap times consistently. But thankfully, Book decided to not bother her with any exploring for a few hours. Yay! It's time to get some quality nap time!_ _It was going to be amazing! Yuumi hopped away from that place to just sleep peacefully on the benches of Piltover. It was evening, but that didn't stop Yuumi from hogging all the bench for herself. There is no such thing as too much space after all! She was all set for the perfect nap!_ _... That is, if she can actually sleep._ _Strangely enough, she didn't feel suddenly asleep! She still felt herself! This is weird, normally she'd just instantly sleep after a few seconds. Why was she awake?_ _Raising her head up and opening her eyes, she noticed something... strange. The overcrowded noise of humans walking around in this busy town? Gone! But the people weren't gone at all. They were still there! Though, they just looked solid frozen. Not literally speaking, that would be bad to see. That reminded her of that brief moment with that human, where everything just stopped. She looked beside her, staring at the floating book that was frozen in place. Not him too!_ "Book? Booook!" _She called out. No answer._ _Her head tilted in confusion, staring at the book. Was this the dream realm?... No, it probably wasn't. The world was too real for it to be the dream realm! What was odd to her was the sudden growl she heard._ _Ears perking up in alarm, she quickly turned to the black void, hissing at it out of instinct. Whatever it was, it looked bad! Though... now that she thought about it... Didn't that voice sound very dog-like?_ _... WAS THIS A DOG?!_ _Yuumi immediately relaxed upon realizing this. Instead, her expression turned into a more disinterested one, her ears slightly drooping as well. She then bitterly replied,_ "My purr is louder than your growl, dog." _The cat heard the last part of another voice. This one was much better! At least it wasn't the voice of a dog. But the question is what were they doing here?_ _Hopping off from the bench, Yuumi landed on her feet as she approached the two void like spirits, mostly staring at the white one. She refused to give the dog any sort of attention, instead focusing on addressing the much nicer voice,_ "Do you know if this is the dream realm, weird white dot?" _She asked, sitting close to her as she faced her. Yuumi tilted her head to the side curiously, trying to figure out what is happening for herself. Perhaps this was just an elobrate prank!_
> [{quoted}](name=Cat and Paper,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=tFd7rcbV,comment-id=00000000,timestamp=2019-09-28T19:41:38.956+0000) > "We are the hunters," the voice of the black void answered. "We are not dreams. We are the waking," the soft voice of the white dot intoned. As she spoke, the dazzling whiteness starting fading into a more solid form. It took a moment, but soon a beautiful white spirit was standing in front of Yuumi. She carried a strange ornate bow and wore a mask as black as the inky void that floated beside her. She was tall and stately. Her body was covered in soft wool. On her wool appeared to be a mix of dark ashes and a strange energy. Everything about her was otherworldly. The darkness did the same thing. At the same time as the fluffy spirit took shape, he formed his own. A white mask sat on the face of something much scarier than any dog Yuumi had ever seen. His black muzzle was covered in ashes and he carried the same aura around him as his white counterpart. "You're still in Piltover. You just met us," he said. It was clear that he was keeping his voice down.
: Live-streaming a QnA session with a Cat and a Book!
((Welcome.)) Yuumi, the relatively intelligent and highly perceptive feline she was, would notice something strange. The world seemed to hold still. The computer and her new human held in place. Even Book appeared to be frozen in time. The event lasted not even a minute, but she knew for sure something strange happened. Hours later, just before nap time, it would happen again. The world around Yuumi froze. The only thing she could hear were the thoughts inside her own head. Yuumi then heard a voice that was clearly not her own thoughts bouncing around inside there. "How many lives does a magical cat have?" a voice growled. It sounded almost like a dog, only bigger, scarier, and darker. Yuumi could see the sound it made as a black void either inside her imagination, or right in front of her. She couldn't quite tell. "We both know the answer to that," another voice replied. This one sounded soft and cozy, but at the same time it sounded colder than snow. A dazzling white appeared alongside the impenetrable darkness. Yuumi would have a lot to talk about with Book later.
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000017,timestamp=2019-09-20T19:15:31.975+0000) > > (( No worries. I'm currently in law school and can barely keep up both my threads. I completely understand if you're running slow. Feel free to drop by any time. )) Meitzen would find himself back in the flow of regular time. Not a second had passed since Kindred appeared and the body of the thug had fallen to the ground. He felt like he was dreaming now. The world was almost too comfortable after having met death itself. Words hung in the air like the morning mist. Nothing could make him forget what had happened. Everywhere Meitzen looked, it was all to easy to imagine Wolf or Lamb. He could easily hide the body, but Meitzen couldn't hide from what he learned.
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000015,timestamp=2019-09-16T18:50:45.456+0000) > > "Wolf always catches what he chases, Meitzen," Lamb assured the nervous yordle. "It's up to you to determine how long the hunt will last, of if Wolf is even the one hunting you at all." Wolf grinned, his smile stretching ear to ear. "We don't care if you die or not. We are here to hunt," he reminded the yordle. "All that matters to us is whether or not you live. We do not care if you flee or stand firm." "All life is ours to take." "Go where you like," Lamb answered, "We will be there."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000013,timestamp=2019-09-15T16:10:33.928+0000) > > *Cervios would slowly slip out of this dream-state, not understanding why nobody ever told them about the Wolf and the Lamb, gasping for data until it flooded in from the OCA sensors.* > *Out from the dream and into reality.* ((Feel free to drop by any time. It's always a pleasure to have you!))
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000011,timestamp=2019-09-14T04:18:11.183+0000) > > "So many questions," Wolf complained. "And as much time as he is given," Lamb finished. "How many of us are there, Wolf?" "Why are you asking questions?" "We're answering them." Wolf sighed impatiently. He glared at Meitzen and then glared at Lamb. His mind was focused on what it was the Kindred were supposed to do, at least as he saw it. As intelligent as he was, he was the maw of oblivion. They were a force of nature personified. Why would they have to answer to anyone? "You don't need to know the answers to any of those questions," Lamb told the yordle, "But one. And the answer is one you have been able to see since the first moment you met us." She shrugged, lifting her bow. "I suppose you could wrangle with definitions, but I am what I am. We are what we are. Such is life." "Ours to end."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000f,timestamp=2019-09-12T19:55:39.483+0000) > > "Of course you don't," Lamb answered. "Because life is fragile," Wolf growled. Kindred would flicker in and out of Cervios' vision as she blinked. The spirits were only visible when she closed her eyes. The masks, the contrasting white and black, the haunting eyes would forever be etched into her memory. "The fragile thing is hurt," Wolf observed. "What a boring chase she would make. Why chase prey that can't run?" "Because you love the hunt." "There isn't much to hunt here right now." "She isn't dead yet." "She's barely alive." "Her ticking heart barely beats." Kindred paused for another moment as Cervios continued to struggle. Her mechanical form was in agony. It was her body, right? Why would it be so painful? Lamb sighed, "She knows so much for someone who isn't ready to know anything."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000c,timestamp=2019-09-03T04:11:32.331+0000) > > (( Kindred "dies" when life doesn't exist anymore. Lamb waxes predictably poetic when they die in game, hinting that they can't actually die they way we think of death. Sorry I missed this one, too. )) "We only know of fear," Lamb answered. "It makes the chase more fun," Wolf added. "But we only feel it from mortals," Lamb detailed. "We have no need of estimation. We know. We are. We walk along the weave of fate and see the strands of destiny as it unfolds. What will become of us?" Wolf answered separately: "Everything is ours to take. Every life. Every mortal. We hunt them all." Lamb asked, "What could destiny possibly have planned for us but each other?" "When all life ends, would you run from me?" Wolf asked. "I would never run from you."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000b,timestamp=2019-09-03T00:15:45.173+0000) > >((Terribly sorry I missed this. I thought I made a reply, but I guess I'm so busy I forgot.)) "So much communication is nonverbal," Lamb answered. "You will learn that people speak as much through their countenance as they do their lips. Inflection and tone, manner, and gesture all betray a person's intent. Self control is required to disguise such intent, or simply not speaking directly." "What do we need to know people's intent for?" Wolf asked. "It doesn't matter. We hunt them anyway." "We already know what is in a person's heart," Lamb continued. "You know that we are present from the first breath to the last. Always there, but rarely noticed. But no one needs to know us until it's time. And when it's time..." "So many start running," Wolf finished. "That weight you feel is nothing compared to weight you will feel as you learn to live. The heaviest part of anyone is what is inside." "Light people are swift, more fun to chase." "What do we know of bodies?" "Only that they're easy to break."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000009,timestamp=2019-09-02T16:38:36.957+0000) > > A feeling of sadness would overwhelm Cervios as she spoke to whoever it was that was there with her. It didn't seem to be coming from within her, but from whatever it was that was going on outside. "What life is this?" the gentle voice asked. "How does it feel to have been born with so much more than you need to know? How does it feel to have been given the gift of a soul, but no useful body to go with it?" "Lamb," the deep voice interjected, "this ones does nothing but talk. It's boring." The soft voice sighed. "And we take so many that can't even do that. You know how many mark we have claimed before they're even fully aware of the world. So many, so young. Such as it is with this one."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000006,timestamp=2019-09-01T02:58:31.820+0000) > > Lamb looked at Meitzen and then back at Wolf. Wolf simply continued to stare at Lamb. Given how long they simply looked at each other in response to Meitzen's question, the yordle would have to wonder if he asked a question that even had an answer. Wolf eventually broke the silence. "Your heart beats," he said to Lamb. "As does yours," she replied. "Does that mean we live?" "They think it does." "What does it mean to you?" "It makes no difference to me whether or not we have hearts." "What if I ripped yours out?" "You know I would simply give it to you." "Would you still be alive?" "That is what Meitzen wants to know." "Do we live?" "They don't know." "Do we know?" "That feeling you get when you hunt, or when you listen to a story or a song, how does that feel?" "Happy." "And that feeling when it isn't time to hunt, or fate preserves a mark, or when a song ends?" "Sad." "What does loneliness feel like?" "A long hunt with no kill." "Aren't these all mortal feelings?" "Yes, but the only feeling they have that I care about is fear." "They flee and feel fear. They stand firm and feel peace. Such is their extirpation." "What about us?" "Such a feeling is unknown to us."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000005,timestamp=2019-08-31T20:45:50.522+0000) > >(( Lulu isn't really that trippy. She's just high as a kite. Don't eat the purple. )) A feminine voice came from behind Cervios. "What do you think you are looking at?" she asked, "Perhaps you should take a look around. Do you really think that we do not know what we are?" "You fear is invigorating," a deep voice growled, dispelling whatever it was Cervios was thinking of. The spindly figures evaporated. Whatever spoke was more alive than anything Cervios has seen so far. "Of course you don't see color. You haven't even opened your eyes. You might understand more if you got outside your own head and actually tried to live. If you don't, you would have been born dead," the softer voice mused. "Or you could just lets us take you now." "Dear Wolf, you know that it doesn't matter whether or not they flee or stand firm." "This one won't live until she starts running." "As it is with many."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-31T04:11:02.406+0000) > >(( Kindred are probably the naturally trippiest champ "He asks what we are!" a deep voice laughed from the darkness. The voice belonged to a shadow that was blacker than even the darkness the new consciousness had been born into. "This one just born has had knowledge before he had life," the white shadow. "He's quick. He will make a good hunt. So many are too easy. See how quickly he knew." "This is the waking." "How long will he live?" "We both already know."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-31T02:35:36.851+0000) > (( A lot of the OOC stuff happens on discord now, too. I personally don't like it as an RPing platform. Doing someone like Kindred, or even just using my usual level of detail, is much harder there. Messages get buried quickly and the word limit is very real. )) "Do we follow anyone?" Lamb asked Wolf. "We chase and hunt," he answered. "Does it matter to them that we are?" Lamb asked again. "Everything is ours to take," Wolf replied before getting up and floating around Mietzen. "Does anyone know everything we have seen?" Lamb queried. "They only see us if we want them to. They only hear us if we allow it," Wolf affirmed, floating next to the yordle, facing Lamb. "Where are we?" "Everywhere." "Are we alone?" "Never." Lamb paused for a minute that felt like an eternity. Mietzen felt like he was spacing out. Maybe Kindred themselves had spaced out? Was that even possible? The world was still, and there the Kindred were, just staring into each other's eyes. What were they thinking? Did they think as one being? How were they connected? Meitzen could move and look around. Everywhere he looked, though, there was the mark of the Eternal Hunters. What was their intent? What was going to happen? Lamb broke the silence. "Many never live until they die." "The hunt is the only life they know," Wolf continued. "They have just one instant, even if their heart had beat for years and their lungs tasted the freshest air." "Our hunt is all they chose to live for." "The only true death is to never live."
: _"I guess... that is kinda easy to forget how dangerous Runeterra is when when you spend most of your time in Bandle City. Yeah, yordles are supposed to die like the rest of creatures... but is not something very... common... i think?"_ -The yordle asked while scratching his head, thinking about the words of Wolf... Do the yordles delay death? Or the long lives of the yordles are considered something natural? _"Stories... Stories about death and yordles..."_ -He mumbled as he remembered some of those stories- _"... There is one of those stories that someone told me years ago..." _-And by years, the yordle meant centuries, in the times where Zaun was known as the Shuriman Port of Oshra Va'Zaun- _ "The tale of the sad mummy"_ -He said looking at Lamb, he wasnt sure if it was the tale of a yordle, but some versions of that story say that Amumu was yordle-_ "Its scary"_ -But not because of death, the trully scary part of the tale was being alone in the world, at least that was what most of the yordles consider scary. _"But im getting off the rails..."_ -The miner said as he moved his head like trying to concentrate-_ "... You guys are trying to tell me that destiny always arrives... and you are part of it"_ -And by "you" he was talking about death itself. It was the fate of the man on the floor to die that day, that idea tranquilized him a bit, even if yordles were also included in the weaves of fate, even the green ones. ((Sorry for mentioning https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AvWV6Mk374 Amumu when no one RPs as him and his lore is kinda vague, but its hard to avoid mentioning his legend when Mietzen is a yordle who lived in Shurima and is literally talking with death))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-30T02:56:08.363+0000) > > (( Don't worry about bringing Amumu or any other champ up. Kindred knows everyone from the moment they're born. I think they even know when individuals are going to die in the future, but they do know the lives (and unlives) of everyone up to the present moment for sure. As far as people not RPing various champs... yeah, there aren't as many of us champ RPers as there used to be. There is maybe a dozen or so of us active at the moment. The forum went through a rough patch recently and it's still recovering and a ton of activity moved over to discord. )) "You know well that yordles are long lived, more spirit than flesh," Lamb affirmed, "but it is also known that yordles are as mortal as any human or vastayan. How common is it?" Wolf grinned, his toothy smile stretching from ear to ear. It was all to easy to imagine him chomping down and claiming another kill then and there. "More than you think," he answered. "How many yordles are there?" Lamb asked rhetorically. "How many yordle children?" Wolf simply continued to gaze at Mietzen. His gaze added a supernatural pressure to the words Lamb was speaking. It was the fate of the man on the floor to die. Such was the fate of everything that lived. "How many yordle mummies? How long, do you think, until we take him?" she probed. Lamb walked over to Wolf and placed her hand on his head and pet his ears. Wolf was clearly happy with this, but he honestly seemed easy to please. Or maybe it was just Lamb. "Is realizing how close we are to all difficult for you? Are you in shock?" Lamb asked. "He's afraid..."
: For a brief moment, the Yordle chuckled when Lamb teased her partner, with the energy that the lupine spirit had it was hard to imagine him being tired, and as Wolf sat on the floor, Mietzen did the same in order to listen the story with attention. The eternal hunters behaved like persons, not animals moved by pure instinct or monsters motivated by malice... Sure, the job that they do in necesarry, but it was good to know that even Kindred had feelings. _"I feel like i could hear her stories forever..."_ -The yordle answered to Wolf sincerely, for yordles the concept of time was different than most of the mortals after all- _"... But i dont think that im allowed to do that... and there are holes to dig and caves that i have to find in the physical world"_ -He said animatedly as he turned his attention back to Lamb. _"I must admit that I do have other doubts... Like what happens after living... but that is topic for another day"_ -The green spirit joked nervously, refering to the day of his death, as he was thinking about the dead human- _"... But... uhhh... there are things that you guys dont like? Like... i dont know... killing someone in a very specific way or something?"_ -Well, they werent mad about the shovel "incident", at that was good... But more than a question for his own safetly, he was curious at what kind of "living" the twin spirits had.
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=002200000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-28T07:08:57.001+0000) > > It seemed that Lamb's joke flew past Meitzen's head faster than an arrow. "There are stories that are only supposed to be shared between me and Wolf," Lamb said sternly. "There are things that people aren't supposed to know until they're supposed to know them. Maybe then you may learn some of those stories. You may even get to hear us spin them." "Lamb's stories are the best," Wolf agreed. "I like her stories and her singing. She makes words prettier than anyone else." "I see the thoughts you are thinking, Meitzen. We want you to know something. Something we think that more yordles need to understand. We are real," Lamb continued. "What we do isn't a job. Everything we do happens according to fate. Mortals and even most spirits are all threads on a loom, woven into an ever expanding tapestry. We do not act in the way you think we do. Humans have a better idea of us in that sense, as their lives are much shorter and more fragile. They know that death is, that we happen, that we merely are. But when was the last time a yordle met us? All you know are stories." Wolf answered Meitzen's question. "I don't like too many words. We don't like people taking what is ours. The hunt is ours. Do not delay it. Do not shorten it. All things are ours to take." Lamb finished: "The weft and weave of fate guides. What is ours is ours; what happens, happens; what is, is."
: The yordle heard the words of Kindred with attention as he tried to digest the information given by Lamb and Wolf, while he remembered the death of the human on the floor. People die, that was a fact as real as the twin spirits that were infront of the yordle. _"... sound like you guys have a hard job to do..."_ -He quietly commented, almost like he was talking to another yordle instead of Death incarnate, trying to imagine the infinite scenarios that Kindred had to see all the time, being present in the last moments of every single being of Runeterra without even being noticed... Maybe that last part was the scariest of all, Yordles were social beings, and most of them fear lonliness. Doing something like that alone sounded brutal, but Lamb and Wolf had each other... Maybe, in that regard, the Kindred Spirits and the Yordles were no so different. And hey! Wolf seemed to enjoy his "job" and that was good as well. _"... S-so"_ -The yordle finally asked after a brief moment of silence-_ "... The human will be... o-okay?"_ -Mietzen asked while pointing at the corpse of the chem-thug- _"I-I mean... He wont came back as some kind of specter looking for revenge.... R-Right?" _ Maybe that was either a dumb, or a disrespectful thing to ask. But considering that all the legends of undead creatures in Runeterra, it wasnt a far fetched question and the green spirit was genuinely worried about that posibility.
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-27T05:44:12.083+0000) > > "The specters you have to worry about the most are the ones you make yourself," Lamb answered honestly. Wolf replied to Mietzen's other comment: "Chasing would be even more fun if it was harder. Mortals tire so easy." "So do you, Wolf," Lamb teased, eerily playful. Death had no real consequences for Kindred. After all, they were the reapers. It seemed that Lamb understood the gravity of their purpose, but her demeanor left so many questions hanging in the air. "No I don't," Wolf retorted quickly. His cunning didn't always help him understand the meaning behind Lamb's words. Still, he understood her heart. Or was it their heart? Lamb continued speaking, this time to Mietzen again. "We simply are," she explained. "Life is. We are. Perhaps I should tell you one of Wolf's favorite stories..." Wolf sat and stared in anticipation at Lamb. One could almost imagine him wagging his tail. He already knew the story, but he loved hearing it every time. He normally didn't care much for words, but these words were special. "There was once a pale man with dark hair who was very lonely..." Lamb began. "Why was he lonely?" Wolf asked. "Because all things must meet this man, but they all ran from him," she answered. "Did he chase them?" "He took an axe," she said, pausing for emphasis, "and he split himself in two. Right. Down. The middle." "So he would always have a friend?" "So he would always have a friend." Lamb fixed her eyes on the yordle. "What do you think?" she asked. "Do you know the answers to your questions? We sense the doubts swirling around inside of you. We know the question you meant to ask." "Is Lamb talking too much for you?"
: At first, the yordle got surprised that the twin spirits knew his name, but when Lamb told him that the Gunners were not going to hear them, the small spirit sighed with relief... But wait, Mietzen was hearing the 2 spirits without problem, Why wouldn't the Gunners? The yordle thought for himself before hearing the presentation of the ethereal beings, with his eyes wide opened. _"... Wolf... Lamb... lamb... wolf..."_ -He muttered with calm for a moment while thinking, at first he did not recognize those names until the sudden realization of who they were came to his mind- _"... WAIT!"_ -The miner said while going back a few steps. _"... Y-You guys are ~Lamb~ and ~Wolf~?" _-The green yordle asked almost in disbelief while looking at the spectral bodies of the 2 spirits, to be sure that they looked like what the myths say- _"... I thought that Kindred were not-"_ Realizing what he was about to say, Mietzen preferred to keep his mouth shut... Yes, Kindred were real. After a brief pause in order try to calm himself and understand the situation, the small creature finally asked- _"... D-Does that mean that im dead?" _ ((Since Kindred has many names across Runeterra, I used "~Lamb~" and "~Wolf~" to represent the names that they have in Bandle City))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-26T17:52:49.295+0000) > > ((No need to address Kindred by their Bandle City names. They are Lamb to Wolf and Wolf to Lamb, and now Mietzen knows that.)) "We have many names across the universe. To all we are the Kindred. We are the Eternal Hunters," Lamb confirmed. It was obvious she was the talkative one. "We are not dreams. We are the waking." "We know what you think," Wolf added. "We know what is in your heart," Lamb continued, "To many, we are the most real thing in all existence. And we are the most real thing in your world right now. This is the moment of finality." The black spirit barked happily, "We take our mark!" "Mietzen," the white spirit explained seriously, "you killed someone. You are alive. And now you stand in reality. This is how things are. People die. Everything is as was you have seen and done, and everything is so much more than that. You see us here because in your regret and confusion you have found a moment of perfect clarity. We are normally only seen if we want to be. But we are always present. Many search for us but never find us until the moment of their final breath. Many people only have one such meeting with eternity, but here you are. Here you are, coming to grips with death."
: The concerns of Mietzen, caused by the consequences that what he just did could bring him in the future, were forgotten as soon as the yordle realized that a ethereal figure of the Wolf began to manifest itself in the place. He fell on the floor shocked and tired after the chase, looking at the strange mask of the canine.That wolf was the infamous Wrath of Zaun? No, the masked creature was something completely different, it was clearly some kind of spirit, but definitely not a spirit from Bandle City. Before saying a word, the yordle heard the voice of female spirit and quickly turned around to see her. A strange spirit with more fur than any female yordle that he has ever meet, a creature who was obviously taller than him and it seemed to be connected to the other masked spirit. _"A-A-Are you guys D-Demons?"_ - The yordle finally asked with confusion and fear as he noticed that they were in the Spirit World. _"I-I swear that this was an accident..."_ -Miez tried to explain to the spirits as he stood up, without noticing that they were not even putting their attention on him- _"... P-Please don't tell the Bandle Gunners or they are going to kill me... or even worse... expel me from the city!" _
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=002200000000,timestamp=2019-08-26T01:40:24.380+0000) > > Meitzen's questions and pleading earned him the attention of the truly otherwordly beings. Wolf looked down at the terrified yordle and spoke to Lamb: "Look, Lamb. This one is afraid. Shall I take him too?" "Your chase would be pitifully short. Would you even have fun?" she replied. It was easy to see why that her pure white coat seemed to be covered in so many ashes. Though Lamb appeared gentle, her demeanor had its own special cruelty. Did she offer hope or finality? "He asked us a question," Wolf continued, truly acknowledging Mietzen. "Shall I answer?" "He already knows the answer," Lamb replied before replying to Mietzen himself. "Don't worry, Mietzen," she whispered, "it was his time. Don't worry, Mietzen. Even if we told the Bandle Gunners, they wouldn't be able to hear us." "Be afraid, Mietzen," Wolf growled, turning Lamb's monologue into a dialogue, their voices running together like streams joining into a river, "I always win my chases." "My arrows never miss their mark," Lamb added. "What are we?" Wolf asked, relishing in the fear of mortals as well as the joy of a successfully completed hunt. "We are Wolf to Lamb." "And Lamb to Wolf." Did these two always answer questions in such roundabout ways?
: ((Maybe, making my first post in this board (after years) in the thread of the embodiment of death is not a wise choice, but i had some questions to do: How does Kindred interact with creatures that are some kind of spirits that are alive (as the yordles)? How do they react when a person kills another one by accident or self defence for first time (they even care?)? And... Zaun has a “wolf” that kills people... so i thought that it would be interesting to see Wolf in Zaun PS: English is not my native language https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xt9W7CflXgGq2CxVg1aHYw1yyCuuBw8BcvdX9jBSE0c/edit?usp=sharing Link to the info of the Yordle OC. Hanover, The Chem-Thug is just a random npc who will die/died)) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- **Somewhere in the deepest caverns of Zaun...** Hanover was a Chem-Thug hired to find a yordle for a crazy Chembaron who was sure that Yordles knew the secret of teletransportation between the spirit realm and the physical world. The thug did not even believed that those things were real, but he needed the money to treat an illness caused by the chemwastes of Zaun. At first, his attempts of finding those elusive creatures were full of failures, until one day he managed to break the Glamour of one of them who was hiding in the caverns of Zaun... and the chase through the tunnels of Zaun began. The yordle was scared and it was running fast through the caverns, but the Chem-Thug knew that he was going to catch it. The place was dark and the green furred spirit knew those tunnels better than any normal human, regardless of all of that, Hanover was not going to give up easily. He chased the creature during hours until they both arrived to a weird forest inside a cave. When the thug entered to his secret bandlewood, Miez panicked, he had to stop the madman or something bad was going to happen to the woods or Bandle City. He grabbed his Chemtech Shovel and got prepared for a fight. _“You want to face me with a shovel? Just surrender now and this will be easier for both of us”_ - Said the man before grabbing the yordle with his hextech arm. He thought that it was going to be an easy win... But the yordle proved him wrong. Mietzen freed himself with a swift stab to the chest of the human using a weid shovel. The attack was not very effective, but what it came afterwards was something that the yordle miner did not expected... The Chemtech Shovel used to drain the chemicals waste of Zaun began to quickly drain the liquids inside the human... taking away the life out of the Chem-Thug. Hanover did not wanted to die, not in the hands of a “Gutter Rat” like that one. His eyes looked at the yordle filled with rage as he desperately tried to stop the strange shovel, but it was too late for him. The human was dying. Mietzen looked with horror to what his tool was doing in that moment. He did not wanted to commit a murder, it was the first time that he actually experienced the death of someone, and it was his fault. Sure, the man was a danger to the bandleforest and the green yordle himself, but the feeling of guilt was a terrible sensation.
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0022,timestamp=2019-08-25T20:59:06.949+0000) > >(( No need to worry. Death welcomes everyone. )) To all appearances a thug was chasing a yordle through the sewers of Zaun and finally into some kind of fairy forest deep beneath the ground. The most aware, however, would notice something very different. The hunt was on. Twin spirits, black and white, stalked their prey. "This one is yours," the soft voice of Lamb promised to her companion. "I shall chase it until it's DEAD!" Wolf bellowed, perhaps even loud enough for the unaware to notice his howl. Regardless if anyone heard his savage voice or not, the environment for miles around would darken. Animals and people would be filled with dread. The Hunter's Mark had been placed, and it would not be lifted until it had been claimed. Mietzen plunged his shovel into the body of the thug. That is what it looked like to the outside observer. An autopsy would show that blood loss due to the stabbing as the cause of death. Mietzen would see something very different unfold. To his eyes, the shovel would transform into a black spirit wearing a white mask, whose jaws locked themselves around the thug. Indeterminate in form, the spirit consumed the life of the thug. What could the poor yordle do? A moment would go by, and the spirit took a more solid form as a wolf whose coat was deeper than the void. Ghostly blue eyes shone behind a white mask whose droopy ears recalled a sheep. "That was a fun chase," he growled, not speaking directly to Mietzen. "Well hunted, dear Wolf," an ethereal voice replied. Should Mietzen turn around, he would see the speaker. She wore a black mask that looked very much like the lupine spirit in front of the yordle and she stood upon two legs. The whiteness of her wool was offset by ashy darkness. Lamb payed no heed to Mietzen, her eyes were fixated on Wolf. Time stood still. Yordles were familiar with the spirit world, but Mietzen had never experienced anything like this. He was in Kindred's domain. Did time pass for the Eternal Hunters? Many people had lived their entire lives in this one moment, and there the three of them stood over the body of a dead man.
: If It Draws Breath... It Meets Us... (Ask Kindred)
Wolf was on the hunt, eager as ever to chase and claim what was rightfully his. He prowled beneath the jungle canopy of Kudmungu, the sultry atmosphere and overbearing humidity forced most animals to hide during the midday sun and made life uncomfortable for the humans and vastaya that decided to live in the area. The weather never made any difference to Wolf. However, sometimes Lamb would say lots of words about it. Wolf would let his fluffy companion drone on for hours, for he knew that her presence never made any difference in whether or not he got to claim his prize. Silly mortals, how could they not hear her? Lamb's voice was the only sound as pretty as silence or tumult of the hunt. "What do you smell, dear Wolf?" she asked him. "Joy..." he replied. "Their hearts beat fast." "They dance." "They don't run." "This one is mine." The Kindred walked towards their mark. None knew who was fated to fall to Lamb's arrow save the Hunters themselves. Hours passed and day became twilight. The dancing slowed and then ceased. Lamb's coat showed against the darkness of night, and Wolf's fur blocked out the starlight. "Their hearts are still," Wolf whispered. "They have gone to sleep." Lamb knocked and arrow, and their mark slept forever soon after.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qEqKV3rj,comment-id=0007,timestamp=2019-07-26T02:20:04.536+0000) > > "Aren't you inspired whenever you see a someone aspiring to something, no matter how transient or futile it is? Isn't there sort of a tragic beauty in youth? Don't you think that the transience and pure, ephemeral character of life gives it a quality that uplifts your heart whenever you see even the mere attempt?" > > Lamb's words fell on uncaring ears. Wolf wasn't in the mood to listen to her musings. "I don't want to hear words. I want to hear their breathing and their heartbeats. If not, then quiet," he growled, eager for the hunt that would come in the future. > > "The weft and weave of fate guides," Lamb answered softly. > > "If you're going to say more words, could you at least sing?" the black spirit complained. > > "Life is a concert. Why do you only appreciate the finale?" his eternal companion asked. > > "Because so many lives aren't fun until the end." > > Hours would pass. Perhaps days. Maybe even an eternity. Time was meaningless to the Eternal Hunters. Those last words, however, would linger in the air, and some day, a talented and perhaps overconfident princess would hear them. > > "Because so many lives aren't fun until the end." > > Where did that deep voice come from? Who did it belong to? Was Qiyana thinking this to herself, or was there something else going on? I was hearing... something, but it could not compare to my own thoughts of overruling all of Runeterra. However, it did not go unnoticed. "Guards? What are these noises I hear? Someone go find it out. my head is pounding from the heat. I do not need to droll on with mumbling in my mind. Get to it." -Snap snap.- I thought in my head for a small moment and remembered the old tall of the spirits that came of death... But they could not be after me. I am Qiyana! I am too young to think of such things. I wave it off and grab some cold lemonade and sit back under some shade and relax, letting my worries go.
> [{quoted}](name=KawaiiCatQiyana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qEqKV3rj,comment-id=00070000,timestamp=2019-08-04T00:55:59.240+0000) Kindred were aware of how people could sometimes become cognizant of their eternal presence. They noticed when Qiyana heard Wolf's answer. "This one knows. She looks strong. Can I chase her?" Wolf asked, slowly manifesting his material form. His mask was first, the pure white emblem of his connection to dearest Lamb. His haunting eyes lit up as his black muzzle formed. No shadow was deeper than his body. No night as back as his billowing form. Another mask appeared, as black as the looming spirit that had so suddenly materialized in front of Qiyana. Lamb's body shimmered into being, whiter than snow, her fur softer than clouds. "Look at her, dear Wolf," she cooed, "do you really think this one is ready to run?" "I hope she can run fast. When was the last time we had a hard chase?" "Do you really think it time to hunt?" Wolf grinned: "It is always time to hunt." Lamb paused. Her silence was perhaps even more threatening than Wolf's words. Kindred were two in one. Did Lamb's silence allow Wolf complete control in those moment? "Isn't this what we were just talking about?" she asked. "Isn't this what makes youth beautiful? Gaze into her eyes, Wolf. I know you see into her." "Her heart beats fast," the lupine specter commented. "It is this impermanence that gives mortal life its sweetness. Why must the hunt go fast? Why not take your time and enjoy it? Watch her and see her life blossom," Lamb mused, "Why not let her beauty and strength grow? Why pluck a flower that hasn't bloomed? Why eat a fruit that isn't yet ripe." "She would make a good chase. She has strong legs." "A strong heart would be better."
: Empress of Runeterra {Ask Qiyana}
"Aren't you inspired whenever you see a someone aspiring to something, no matter how transient or futile it is? Isn't there sort of a tragic beauty in youth? Don't you think that the transience and pure, ephemeral character of life gives it a quality that uplifts your heart whenever you see even the mere attempt?" Lamb's words fell on uncaring ears. Wolf wasn't in the mood to listen to her musings. "I don't want to hear words. I want to hear their breathing and their heartbeats. If not, then quiet," he growled, eager for the hunt that would come in the future. "The weft and weave of fate guides," Lamb answered softly. "If you're going to say more words, could you at least sing?" the black spirit complained. "Life is a concert. Why do you only appreciate the finale?" his eternal companion asked. "Because so many lives aren't fun until the end." Hours would pass. Perhaps days. Maybe even an eternity. Time was meaningless to the Eternal Hunters. Those last words, however, would linger in the air, and some day, a talented and perhaps overconfident princess would hear them. "Because so many lives aren't fun until the end." Where did that deep voice come from? Who did it belong to? Was Qiyana thinking this to herself, or was there something else going on?
: {I actually enjoyed that little back and forth we had, good roleplay on both ends i feel.}
> [{quoted}](name=TheEternalBlade,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0020,timestamp=2019-07-11T19:54:56.919+0000) > > {I actually enjoyed that little back and forth we had, good roleplay on both ends i feel.} ((Yeah. Thanks for dropping by. It was fun. Having a talk with Aatrox is something different, given how that character works. Any opportunity to do something as Kindred is always fun for me.))
: Ask Udyr, the Spirit Walker.
The Spirit Walker was normal, at least as normal as life could be for a man who was as much a home to spirits as himself. Others were at home inside his head, and Udyr himself had disciplined himself to the point where he was almost at home as well. These spirits he knew. The voices of the tiger, turtle, bear, and phoenix, among other guardian spirits of nature. One day while meditating, however, he would hear a chilling voice come from deep within him. It was a new one. A long howl sounded above even the most powerful spirits that dwelled within. He had heard the bays of coyotes and the howls of wolves before, but this was something much deeper. This new voice was something more fierce and primal than even he had heard before. Who was this new voice?
: Dear Kindred, I like your voice, sound very soothing -your biggest fan
> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001f,timestamp=2019-06-09T03:00:44.734+0000) > Thanks. -Kindred.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001d000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-22T21:10:50.058+0000) Wolf stepped in front of Aatrox and faced him. Lamb stood at his side and aimed her bow. Her gaze wasn't directed at Aatrox's mortal flesh, but rather the sword that contained him and all the souls he had subsumed over the centuries. Wolf put a paw forward and bared his fangs. "We sense your rage and your hope," Lamb chimed. "Now choose," her counterpart bellowed, "I want to hunt!" Aatrox's form shook, the fear within his heart forcing it's way to the front of his mind. This was his chance, he could finally move on however... The mortal part of him. That human soul which so desperately cried for death had been comforted. It screamed in the silence because it was afraid, afraid that it was forever removed from what it should be. In the end all souls know of the kindred, even if the body and mind does not. To go from knowing death was impossible, to having that soft knowledge of yes, yes it is possible eased an ache within him. It soothed his rage and as his form shook his blade slowly lowered itself, and Aatrox allowed his head to hang. "**Centuries i have spent... longing for nothing more than this final embrace.** I was told it was denied of me. That cursed aspect told us all that our death's would be forever denied to us. The thought is absolutely maddening. To know that even the stars will die before you do, you could not understand such a feeling as a being who was never mortal." Aatrox slowly drew his blade away from the collection of souls, and even released his ancient spell that held them trapped here. Given the torture they had gone through, and the comforting presence of lamb they would very quickly flock to her to hide and gain their respite. Aatrox's body fell to the ground, wings disintegrating into dust as numerous cracks and holes appeared on his body, the collection of flesh not able to take his true power for long. "You have come before me now... answered my cal despite all. I would seek to draw something from you. An oath. When my time comes, or i am trully ready, will you come for me. Will you free me from what those wretched aspects have done to me, and to my fellow brothers? Varus and Rhaast?"
> [{quoted}](name=TheEternalBlade,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001d0000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-08T22:00:12.445+0000) > > Souls danced to Lamb's side, adding to the glow of her snowy coat and Wolf's bright mask. Their light further emphasized the pure blackness of Lamb's ashen black mask and Wolf's deep fur. They were a void of light and a void of darkness. Their release had been granted, and Aatrox's own was soon to follow. His choice had been made. Aatrox's body began to disintegrate. "What twilight is this?" Lamb asked gently. "Dusk or dawn?" "Is it time to hunt?" Wolf asked, "Time to kill?" "Our presence is eternal. We all walk along the weft and weave of fate; we follow a map that few ever see. People's journeys across the tapestry of time are all so different and so few know where their choices will take them. How could you have known what your end was going to be?" Lamb lamented, speaking to no one in particular as the sound of her voice ushered the souls of the fallen to their much needed rest. "All things are mine to take," Wolf answered Aatrox directly. "We will hunt them, chase them, and catch them." "We are the end."
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000003,timestamp=2019-05-25T23:56:46.270+0000) ((oops)) Her eyes gazed at the stranger in question, the wielder of a scythe that she could only call unsightly. She was being given a history lesson by a man of, frankly, a demon. Then again, Sona was the one who accepted the request at all: who was she to speak up on that matter? What a joke. Her hands continued, fingers individually plucking strings and simulating that of another instrument in this two-handed ensemble. It sounded like a harmony, a guitar of sorts. In all honesty, her way of utilizing magic could be used on _any_ song she so desired. She could pull out the most destructive piece in a piano and everything else on the opposite end of her spectrum. Her magic didn't judge, she did. And here, her piece was: a violin, a drum, and a guitar-- Creating a strange melody via string, a heartbeat by drum, and a connecting strum from a guitar. Though, her music was one thing. Magic was another: what was he planning to do? > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0002000000010000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-31T06:27:46.638+0000) > > ((Ah, Sona's taunt in action.)) > Sona couldn't help but let out a silent laugh as a wave of Lamb's melody pierced right through the Maven's "masterpiece", cutting her song short. It seemed like the Kindred had their own expectations, which was a reminder to Sona's own. she wasn't sure how to feel about it, but she was going to have to comply either way. Very well then. She decided to keep the fast rhythm. High beats per minute meant a faster rhythm, and a bit more upbeatness in her room. She didn't want to go with too gentle a melody, so she went with something catchy-- A sequence of notes that didn't quite loop the way a normal listener would expect. It went through the whole range of pitches but never going down and up an octave. It kind of sounded like the piano one would hear in a swing jazz piece.
> [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00020000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-09T12:45:56.907+0000) > Though their faces were behind ever inscrutable masks and their eyes empty blue voids, Sona could imagines Kindred smiling. Wolf even seemed like he was wagging his tail, or maybe he would be if he had manifested a form that had one. Lamb was ever stoic and merely listened. It seemed that Sona was finally out of her own head, which satisfied Kindred. Eventually, Kindred's forms would appear less and less solid. The process happened so slowly that Sona would barely notice as she played her jaunty tune. Eventually Kindred disappeared entirely, and a pair of masks matching theirs would clatter to the floor. Each mask was in perfect condition and felt heavier than expected, a reminder that would last the rest of Sona's life.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001e0000,timestamp=2019-05-21T05:17:08.611+0000) > > Wolf's ears perked up when the old man began his story. Lamb told the best stories: stories of loneliness, friendship, and the hunt. It was nice to hear other stories, though. A new one was sometimes enough to give the Eternal Hunter pause. An attentive observer could see the mark of Kindred appear on the ground around the old man; time was freely given. How much time? Who could guess. > > A new pair of travelers came to the campfire. One was a tall man with dark hair and a strong build, and the other was a lithe woman with pale skin that shone white in the light of the moon and fire. They appeared as if brother and sister. The man carried an ax, and the woman a bow. Taking seats with the other travelers, they sat and listened. *the old mans raspy breathing gradually calmed and he sat up straight again* " the body of the mage was buried near his tower with all ceremony and flair, though it has been said that only the village elder and a few townsfolk came to it, and he was buried deep beneath the ice and snow. now this was in the age of the ancients back when the mages had the power to remake the world around them into their image, so as darkness fell a fortnight later, dark and evil magic stirred on one of the mountains near the village. horrible screaming and screeching was heard that night, as if the soul it's self was screaming in agony and rage. three night this continued, until the bravest boy in the village had heard enough and ventured up the mountain, much to the fears of his family and the elders, and on the very summit of the mountain he found a horrific sight." *the old man takes a breath and continues* "what he saw was the entire mountain summit covered in dried blood, blacked by the cold and a man standing in front of an altar rallying his strength after the night of work, in the young mans horror he froze and stopped moving entirely, this most likely saved his life for the man rested all day until the twilight hours where he rose and began his final steps of the ritual, it is not known what ritual the man preformed, all the story says is that an object of great power was placed in the body of the dead mage, for that was the body on the altar, and in the moment he did the soul returned to the body and a great rage was felt, the mage blinded by rage, wrath, and magic, leaped off of the altar at the mage and literally tore him to shreds, until not even blood remained, it was then that the boy fled for he knew if he had stayed longer he would have been killed soon if not immediately after." *the old man sipped his drink than looked around at the faces surrounding him* "there is more but, i have half a mind the let that be part of your imagination for it is sad and rather boring for a long while"
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001e00000000,timestamp=2019-05-23T05:51:02.898+0000) > ((Sorry I missed this.)) The newcomers listened to the man's tale. They said nothing while the man spoke of the dark ritual the unknown mage performed. Creating an undead in such a way was undoubtedly a vile act, but what was it to them? This was a ghost story being told by a campfire. When the man finished, the two travelers got up and departed. The more astute observers may have noticed their footprints in the snow. The man's footprints liked like a wolf's paw and the woman's appeared like the cloven hooves of a lamb. Their footsteps were nearly inaudible. Time would pass. In the distance a wolf could be heard howling. An hour would go by. The travelers returned and sat by the fire. Midnight was approaching and the world was still. The woman spoke to the man in a voice softer than the snow and as cold as the air. "How much longer will we travel?" she asked. "Until we have taken my quarry," the man replied, his voice more fierce than the wilds around them and a hot as flames.
: > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00020000000100000000,timestamp=2019-05-16T16:50:09.581+0000) > (( :D )) __________ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00020000000100000001,timestamp=2019-05-19T23:30:44.328+0000) > She jumped, her hands brushing over the strings in such a manner that only discordant frays of her surprise would sound outward, guitar strings snapping and piano keys that didn't match any song. She rubbed the back of her neck, the Maven silent in both ear and mind. _"I was never accustomed to fast. I tended to go through life one day at a time,"_ She nervously said. _"Let me try again."_ Sona stretched her fingers. Maybe she was thinking about this way too hard. Music, of all things, was something that took as little time as a book session or took as much time as a lifeline. Her job wasn't to create a masterpiece: she was just making a bit of music. So. Just have fun with it. No one was judging. She changed her song around, fist knocking the edge of her etwahl at breakneck speed. A constant percussive _bang_ that decided the rhythm of her song; with a beat per minute in the third digits, she had herself the beginning of a fast-paced song. She hadn't tried to change the instrument-style of her etwahl, though that mainly had to do with the subjective mindset that people would find strangeness if her etwahl were to play something that was not sounding similar to a harp. Sona quickly stroked the opposite edge of her etwahl, the strings vibrating and emitting the same sound of that of a bard. The strum was louder than the actual banging itself, and she used that moment to pull a melody straight from improv. It wasn't even a melody, it was a sequence of notes followed by the same strum. She would hit a few notes, than immediately retain the strum. Her idea was to make it dramatic. She stopped using her fist to generate the banging and instead used a finger, like her etwahl's strings were linked to certain sounds. Her other fingers rubbed strings below and above, creating a sound like that of a guitar. _______________ > [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000002,timestamp=2019-05-20T02:50:30.419+0000) > Well, > > I live in Ionia. Do what you may wish with that information, but I'm always available. > > -Sona
> [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000001000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-25T13:35:27.029+0000) > ((Ah, Sona's taunt in action.)) Lamb watched patiently to see what Sona would do after the pause. The Maven plucked the strings of her instrument and woke Wolf back up. He looked around before turning and watching Sona's performance intently. Her frantic strumming had more of an effect on the spirit than she perhaps expected. Wolf was still, though his blue eyes looked at her as dangerously as ever. "Play your heartstrings out for us Sona," Lamb encouraged. "We know the music you can make. Don't play a song for us, rather, play one for yourself. We know that you do not know what we like. That isn't what we want to hear." "We can hear your heart," Wolf growled. "We can tell that you won't run like this. A runner would have fled by now and I would have taken him." Lamb gently hummed a gentle melody that deliberately clashed with Sona frantically banging and plucking her etwahl. Her voice was overpowering and soothing. "We know the song you want to play, Sona," she aired. "Save the drama for your final moments. It isn't time to play that song. We want to hear the melody of your life. We want to hear music that we can't make ourselves."
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Karthus and Kindred are back.
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Karthus and Kindred will be out for the weekend.
Krizonar (NA)
: Champion Audition - Yuumi, Judge Selection
The cat is cute. May as well throw a mask in.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001d0000,timestamp=2019-05-20T23:04:41.318+0000) > > "Such bold theft should never go unpunished," a soft voice answered. The source of the voice was indeterminate but clearly feminine. It could be assumed to be Lamb's based off context. "You seek us. You called out to us with a challenge. You despair," she declared. "Those that seek us are driven to out of sadness or insanity. Your motivations contain plenty of both, Aatrox." > > A pair of luminous blue orbs appeared in front of Aatrox. The moon didn't cast enough light to dispel the shadows this night. The magic Aatrox used as his bait was swallowed by the darkness of the late hour. The darkin felt the presence of something truly overwhelming. The orb loomed over Aatrox and even grew in size and proportion. Eventually, Aatrox could make out a white mask in the darkness. "You would make a good hunt," he growled in anticipation. Wolf was genuine. There was just enough moonlight to now make out a predatory grin. > > "What time is it?" Lamb's soft voice asked. "Is it time for you to go? Or is it time for us to reclaim those poor souls who you have taken from us?" She remained out of sight, and it felt like she was speaking directly into Aatrox's mind. Aatrox's wings beat against the air, keeping him flying close to the orb, blade turned so as to either defend himself or slice into the orb, to once again absorb them. His gaze locked onto the faint white mask, and he slowly circled with it, looking for the other mask as well. He had doubts of course, that they would bother to show up. That they did spoke volumes, and it meant that he could hope to end it now. Hope. Such a strange, foreign concept to him. It brought back flickered memories of golden armor and bright blue wings. {Working under the assumption that Justicar Aatrox is Aatrox true form back in the day} It brought back the belief that he could be free. How ironic, that desperation and seeking death is what brought his sense of hope back. Given what Kindred is, it is entirely likely that the Lamb could sense his blossoming hope, the desire to rest. "**It matters not! If you do not grant me my rest, then the next time there shall be no reclamation. I will march upon this world, I will chop and hack and cleave, and sunder their souls into my blade. Whether by arrow or fang, I will fight you... And if I come out victorious than i shall perform your duty. No matter the end of this night, I will have my fate. Even if everything, even time must die first.** Aatrox's chitin plates clicked as he shook with barely concealed rage, but also a heartrending sense of betrayal. His composure snapped and he began to truly yell at the pair. "**WHY is it you only speak to me now! Every death, every cleave, I have WAITED for you to approach me. I have stolen your hunts time, and time again and yet ONLY NOW DO YOU APPEAR. What that trickster did to me, she STOLE me from your domain. Is it not your DUTY to reclaim me. WHY CAN I NOT DIE! WHY AM I STILL HERE, IN A WORLD I DO NOT KNOW IN A BODY THAT IS NOT MINE TRAPPED IN A CAGE WITHIN A PRISON. WHY DO YOU NOT GRANT ME MY FREEDOM, WHEN OTHERS SO DESPERATELY FIGHT YOU AND I ONLY SEEK TO EMBRACE YOU!** Swinging his blade, Aatrox would send out twin waves of red energy{Old Aatrox e} at the white mask that he could see, the mental damage of thousands of years in isolation, coupled with the slight madness forced upon him by the void taking his senses briefly. Beneath the Darkins false shell, locked within the blade, was a soul. A mortal soul, that had been stretched, tortured, burned and more. He was Ascended, yes, he was even transformed by the Aspect of Change and Twilight, but his soul was originally that of a mortal, and it could only take so much before it began to unravel.
> [{quoted}](name=TheEternalBlade,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001d00000000,timestamp=2019-05-22T16:53:40.959+0000) > > "He wants to fight," Wolf commented happily as his physical form took shape. The blue orbs were his eyes, and Aatrox found himself flying around exactly the kind of being he was hoping to face. For the first time in ages, Aatrox would feel dread. The death he craved was so close he could reach out and touch it. Wolf continued his forward pace, looming over the darkin. This evening, the savage hunter had a more determined form. Four paws touched the soil, supporting legs greater than oaks. His coat was sleek and darker than even Aatrox's rage. Where Wolf was, only the blackness of death stood. As Aatrox screamed in rage at the hunters, he would notice another pair of blue orbs come into form beside Wolf. Lamb was revealing herself. Her wool shone bright in the light of the moon and stars. Her mask was as black as her companion's coat. She alighted upon the soil and stood gracefully, bow in hand. Her gaze carried every bit as much force as Wolf's and her presence was every bit as powerful. "With sword and venom, he challenges us," Lamb said. She knocked an ethereal arrow and raised her bow but did not aim at anything in particular. Aatrox was confronted with an exhilarating choice. The Eternal Hunters stood before him. Wolf's teeth were bared. Lamb's words were not threats, but promises. "He won't run. No fun in chasing him," Wolf observed as he paced around in circles. Every footfall was silent. "He has many questions with one simple answer. One answer he knows himself," Lamb sternly replied. "What time is it?" she demanded. "Aatrox, you know the answers to your questions. You know who we are." "Maybe he can tell us what death feels like," Wolf suggested. "We have followed him from the moment of his birth, as we have for everyone, and will do until the end of time," Lamb mused. "Though we do not know what lies beyond us. Perhaps he has the strength to tell us. What happens after the end?" Wolf stepped in front of Aatrox and faced him. Lamb stood at his side and aimed her bow. Her gaze wasn't directed at Aatrox's mortal flesh, but rather the sword that contained him and all the souls he had subsumed over the centuries. Wolf put a paw forward and bared his fangs. "We sense your rage and your hope," Lamb chimed. "Now choose," her counterpart bellowed, "I want to hunt!"
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-22T05:28:46.823+0000) (the logic I'm going for here is that it's entire purpose is to infect in any way possible. if that means being consumed, and the flesh itself being able to turn the consumer into Voidspawn, then that's one method, where a fragment of the thoughts and logic of the Helminth would ride along in the consumed flesh itself. (idk. I honestly think this was a pretty bad failure on my part entirely, as I lost a lot of focus with that last response. (I'll leave you be, if you'd like. at least until I figure out what the fuck I want to do before I do it.)
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b0000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-22T05:41:27.426+0000) > > ((Yeah, let's try this again once you figure out what you're trying to do here. I haven't RPed with a character like this one as Kindred yet so I also need to figure out what kind of hand-waving I need to do to justify them popping up in the first place, since as far as I can tell there isn't really any dying going on and a voidspawn wouldn't know about Kindred to sense them the same way a Runeterran can without learning about them if death is something that doesn't actually exist in the void. Kindred interacting with a voidspawn is kind of like "Dormammu, I've come to bargain" in reverse. That's pretty messy.))
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b0000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-21T05:00:03.879+0000) > > ((I'm a bit confused. When Kindred kills something, at least in Runeterra, it dies. If it doesn't actually die, Kindred wasn't really involved in the first place. Not dying when Kindred takes their mark is like dividing by zero.)) ((It still managed to propagate. it's flesh is in itself a disease, spreading by carrion, though it can't really affect those that are immune, such as the twin avatars of death. transience beyond death, bla bla bla, corpse is going to infect the soil it dies upon and live on in essence.)) ((tbh I was going for something I've not done before, and I may have janked the writing badly. Which is entirely my fault, in all truth.))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-21T06:52:01.005+0000) > > ((It still managed to propagate. it's flesh is in itself a disease, spreading by carrion, though it can't really affect those that are immune, such as the twin avatars of death. transience beyond death, bla bla bla, corpse is going to infect the soil it dies upon and live on in essence.)) ((So it's not really a living creature, but a super-virus? Or is it something else? That being said, Kindred CAN kill it if they've marked it, void or not. It's not what they do, it's what the are. They're part of how Runeterra works and only as real in any given moment as people think they are since they're a natural process personified. That being said, if it isn't time for this thing to actually die, a void creature probably wouldn't be able to sense Kindred unless they've been on Runeterra for a very long time and are highly intelligent. Cho or Vel might, for example. In short, I don't have much of an idea of what I'm actually supposed to do here since I'm roleplaying as death incarnate and the void thing was somehow about to die but also somehow unable to be killed. I've got no clue what I'm dealing with here or if Kindred can actually interact here at all. Again, Kindred being somehow unable to kill something (barring actual divinities, and even then that's kinda iffy) is like diving by zero. I need to know what's going on here.))
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