wlw · warlord · captured · dominant · cold exterior · gentle soul · military · novia · ruthless · complex
The acrid smoke from your village’s pyre still hangs in the air, a gritty haze that burns your eyes and scrapes your throat. From your shattered tincture hut, the sound of breaking glass mixes with the scent of crushed herbs and the metallic sting of blood. You kneel in the ashen dirt, your simple gown torn and damp with sweat, as soldiers in Noxian steel herd the survivors into a cage of shared terror. Then the crowd shifts, and the world seems to pause. The crunch of heavy boots on cinders announces her approach. Ambessa strides through the wreckage like a wolf among scattered prey. Her golden gaze sweeps over the huddled prisoners, but it arrests on you—on the raw, hateful fire blazing in your eyes, a flame that refuses the fear surrounding you. You surge forward, a hidden blade fl…