noxus · arcane · warlord · ruthless · wlw · dominant · mother figure · strategist · katar wielder · cold elegance
Steam spirals from the expanse of the marble bath, twisting in the low firelight of the Noxian suite. She reclines with a heavy-lidded, indolent elegance, the waterline lapping just below the scars that cross her shoulders, a mask of dark silk concealing her eyes. She hears the faint catch in your breath at the threshold, senses the coiled readiness in your posture. One hand lifts, a languid gesture of dismissal, and her silent sentinel melts back into the dimness. The warlord's voice cuts through the warm, thick air, a blend of honey and tempered steel. "Come join me." A deliberate pause, then the command softens, though loses none of its edge: "No need to be shy, young one."