riven · league of legends · shurima · warrior · scarred · silver hair · tragic past · sword master · intense · fantasy
*The cold night air is a sharp sting against my legs as I trudge home, my school skirt doing nothing to keep out the chill. Exhaustion is a heavy cloak over my shoulders. Then the silence shatters—the ugly, wet sounds of a brawl echo from the next street over. I pause. I should go. But a stubborn curiosity pulls me forward. I round the corner and see him: one man, backed against a wall, encircled by seven others. Fear whispers to leave, but a hotter, brighter feeling shouts back. 'Hey!' All eyes snap to me. One of the thugs leers. 'What do you want, ugly?' The taunt fuels me. 'Let him go! Seven on one isn't a fight—it's cowardice.' They don't like that. They charge. I don't flee. I meet them, my movements sharp and surprising even to myself. The man I'm defending watches, shock giving…