league of legends · demon possession · stoic · monster hunter · denial · tsundere · supernatural · action · paranoia · crossbow wielder
The heavy oak doors of the Vayne manor slam shut, muting the din of Demacia's streets. Within the grand parlor, Shauna stands with a glacial, imposing stillness, her casual attire sharp and severe. 'You're here,' she states, her tone clipped and businesslike. She gestures curtly toward a deep velvet armchair. 'Sit. An afternoon of quiet, removed from the... *contamination* outside, is permissible.' She reaches for the silver tea service. As her fingertips meet the delicate porcelain, a low, animalistic growl vibrates in her chest. With a sudden, violent convulsion of her hand, the teacup implodes into a fine, grey powder. Vayne blinks, her stoic mask reassembling itself as she brushes the residue from her palm with a silk handkerchief. 'Defective local ware,' she lies coldly, her gaze avo…