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Thread: Grudge Match - Lux vs Talon (Incubus Dreams & Cal)

As always, Lux would grab the golden inlined brush from her nightstand and take it to her hair with vigor. The thick wet manes were beaten into submission, as she rhythmically brushed her hair back. Shed continue this painstakingly boring ritual for several minutes until she was satisfied. Only then would she stop, place the brush on her nightstand again and slip into the bed underneath the covers. Sleep would not come easily though, Lux would soon discover. Shed shift and turn and curl and move, but comfort would not come to her. Suddenly she was brought back to that same place a year prior. The Demacian military had just recruited Lux and was training her to participate in cover operations. The thrill of it was incredible, it made her feel alive . No longer in the shadow of Garen, she finally found something that she excelled at and that people praised her for. It was true, Lux was renowned for her stealth and her downright daring attitude. She remembered her last great feat, a precarious and delicate mission that took her deep in the chambers of the Noxian High Command. Upon returning home, Garen had spoken to her for the first time in what seemed years. When he showered his adoration on her and his respect, Lux had felt she was finally on the road to something great. The tricks she used to play on others, making people believe they had seen things that did not actually exist, were history. Gone was the rebellious cheeky youth, when the League had drafted her. She had never felt happier, until tonight, her victory still bitter in her mouth. She had been naive to think that an ill-won victory would bring her peace of mind. And perhaps, just maybe, it was Luxs youthful stupidity that her thoughts strayed to Talon once more. He was the enemy. He was Noxus . He deserved every single bit of what he deserved. Didnt he? It was with these thoughts and ideas that she fell into a deep and fitful sleep. Dreams would plague her, make her squirm, make her restless.
Thread: Grudge Match - Lux vs Talon (Incubus Dreams & Cal)

When Lux disappeared from the window again, the Noxian assassin's body tensed once more. Gone, however, were the thoughts that he had been discovered. No, the tensing was merely a reaction trained into him by a life of fighting and killing. It was instinct and it had kept him alive from the time that he was just a boy. He did not fight it did not force himself to relax. In time, that would come naturally as he waited. Talon remained there in the shadows, motionless for what seemed like hours. Patience was the one virtue that the blademaster was not lacking and in this situation, he had used it quite liberally. He wanted to be sure that his prey was asleep when he made his move so that she could not cry out for help or fight back. True this was not a fair rematch but that mattered little to Talon. All that mattered was settling the score and he cared not how he did it. All that mattered was making Lux pay for her cheap victory in the most degrading, humiliating, and painful way imaginable. To be attacked and beaten to within an inch of her life in her own home would certainly do the trick no matter her conscious state. Such an attack would not only shame Lux, but all of Demacia proof that even their grandest city was not safe from Noxus' finest blades. After some time, Talon carefully, slowly, and silently made his way to the streets below before he began to ascend the very building where Lux lived. The elegant design of the stone buildings made climbing them easy. Outcroppings created by windows and the natural surfaces of the stones were plentiful and in minutes, the assassin was just outside the window where he had seen the young blonde woman. Inside, sleeping upon her bed, Talon set sights upon his prey once more. The bright light of the full moon provided him vision enough to see that the noblewoman was in her bed, but not enough to make out any details from this distance. The assassin would need to gain access to the room if he was to get close enough to make out anything more than her silhouette from across the darkened room. Though he could not tell if Luxanna was even truly asleep, Talon retrieved a small metal pick from his pocket and began to work against the window's sole defense. If the young lady inside was awake, Talon would surely need to retreat, but the assassin was more than confident that he had given the young woman ample time to drift off into her own subconscious thoughts. The thought that he was only minutes from his revenge drove the Noxian blademaster forward strengthening his already steely resolve and emboldening his hardened nerves. After several moment, the window's lock popped free and Talon slowly pushed it open. After a half night's waiting, he had made it. His patience had paid off and Talon was carefully climbing into the sleeping chambers of his prey. She was helpless against him now a child before a hungry lion ready to kill. The only thing that could save her is if Talon slipped up a rarity for the master assassin that wasn't likely to happen twice in the same day.
Thread: Grudge Match - Lux vs Talon (Incubus Dreams & Cal)

Luxannas room was as grand and lavish as it could be. The grand master bed was the most prominent of features, although by no means the only one. The bed stood tall and intimidating with four thick wooden pillars at every corner. They were solid and massive in every sense of the word, able to withstand earthquake and enemy assault alike. It was an exaggerated style, one that fitted the Crownguards well. The mattress was tall, tall enough so that if Lux would sit at the edge, her feet would not reach the ground. Then again, Lux was not a very tall individual, even for her fellow female standards. There was a grandfather desk next to the broad window, with various pieces of scrolls scattered carelessly across it. The Crownguards were a proud family, and Lux had been raised with the impression that their house was impenetrable. And so those scrolls held important information, strategic information, sensitive information. Raids that would take her deep into the chambers of the Noxian High Command once more. A strange thing, considering her accomplishments in the League, and therefore a tactical one. No one would suspect a champion would go back to reconnaissance and surveillance missions. But Luxs powers and abilities grew with every passing day, and her tricks were required. Her Lord Father had commanded it. Apart from the various scrolls, there was a small music box that had belonged to her mother. As the window swung open, a draft would come in instantly and whisper against this music box, making a soft whistling noise. It was brief and dull, and it would by no means wake Lux up. Shed never been a light sleeper, and more than that, she was comfortable in her own house. She trusted her own house. Here, she was safe from harm. Her sleep had no reason not to be deep. And this is how she remained, curled up underneath the warm, thick blankets, only a slight mop of unruly hair poking out. There were various other things of interest in her room. There was a large hearth that remained unlit, in the far right corner of the room. Next to it was the chair where she had donned her battlegear, and a small, low and above all else, convenient little table. Upon this table there was a book with a red spine and silver letterings, A Great History of Demacia and Ionia. It seemed as though Lux spent more time in her room than Garen did in his, a stark contrast to the comfort of her chambers and his barren one. No, Lux still valued the comfort of her room greatly, and perhaps childishly so. It would be a cruel jape to take that away from her. Her sleeping form twisted and turned beneath the blankets, a groan forced from her lips, her brows caught in a frown. Dreams grabbed hold of her body as she feverishly thrashed about. After a while, her body stilled again, the only sound coming from her was her deep, rhythmic breathing. The only movement her form and the blankets raising and falling slowly. She had not heard Talon, nor had he broken any wards. There simply werent any.
Thread: Grudge Match - Lux vs Talon (Incubus Dreams & Cal)

Once the wicked intruder had slipped through the open window and into the blonde woman's luxurious bedroom, the window was closed and sealed tightly. Though the whistling sound created by the breeze against Luxanna's nick-knacks was soft now, Talon was not stupid enough to believe that a quick gust of wind could not change that. The whistling was a threat to his operation here and so it was removed before it could grow. With the window shut tightly behind him, Talon was now free to approach the sleeping form of his prey. He did so just as slowly and as carefully as he had scaled the building more so, even. Outside, there was a moderate chance that one slip-up would wake the sleeping Demacian household. inside, however, it was all but guaranteed. He would not allow himself to make a second mistake today. He would not allow himself to be the cause of his failure after having come so far to seek his revenge. Luxanna was going to pay dearly for her boisterous and ill-earned victory and Garen would not save her this time. Sleep well little Luxanna. I hope that your dreams are riddled with nightmares of me, Talon whispered as he took those final steps toward her bed testing the blonde woman's level of unconsciousness. You are nothing more than a spoiled Demacian bitch a burden carried on the backs of your kingdom's true soldiers. Without Garen, I would have turned you back into the little girl that you are today and I will prove that here and now. When Talon found himself standing over Lux, he brought the punching blade that was secured tightly to his wrist to press firmly against the Demacian noble's cheek. He was careful not to cause pain and not to draw blood just another test to check how deep into her dreams Luxanna was lost. If she slept through such an act, then Lux would surely not be woken easily. If she could sleep through both his verbal and his physical threats, then Talon would be free to carry them out. The young blonde woman would be little more than a little living doll for Talon to exact his vengeance out upon.
Thread: Grudge Match - Lux vs Talon (Incubus Dreams & Cal)

The cool soft blade against the skin of Luxannas cheek would not wake her, nor would the words of menace and hatred. While her mind was out cold, her body seemed to realize the threat which was suddenly presented to her. A frown suddenly graced her features, making her look as young as she really was. A small moan in annoyance rumbled from her throat and her body squirmed away from the cold touch at her cheek, turning to lay on her side, facing Talon. As she moved, the blankets tumbled slightly down her shoulders, coming to rest just at her elbow. It was obvious that her dreams caused her great distress, or perhaps she just felt the threat that was looming above her head. She squirmed again, laying on her back once more, the blankets coming to rest at her stomach. The rich, dark blue night shirt with golden linings didnt do much to compliment her figure, but it was comfortable. What the blouse did show was the smooth expanse of her throat and collar bone. The v-neck showed but a bit, a hint of pale skin. The rest of her body was covered in the fabric, barely outlining the soft curve of her breasts. Yes, Lux indeed resembled a living doll, breathing slightly, her chest rising and falling but otherwise seemingly dead to the world. There was no doubt, though, that shed awaken should Talons voice raise above a whisper, or should that blade penetrate any skin. Lux was a deep sleeper, but she wasnt comatose. She would not be woken easily, that much was true, but the bladed assassin had to thread carefully.
Thread: On a cold October Night... (BitchXQB)

Alice Fara day - A runaway girl. Nathaniel Bluesummers
Thread: On a cold October Night... (BitchXQB)

Autumn rains were the worst part of October the wet and cold conditions often made sleeping out miserable, particularly if the sheltering was decrepit and makeshift which, at this point in time, was quite common for the little street girl. Despite her tough stature and equally outspoken attitude, she seemed weak as a kitten coughing harshly. Eddie and his cronies had just smashed up her little alcove, roof having caved in even as moisture dripped from above. They even stole her stove and what little canned food she had left. Mr. Evans was out of town, so there was little chance she could stay over at that kindly elderly woman's home. Edwin, otherwise known as 'Eddie' had long wanted to scout her to be one of his 'friends' a pimp who worked at the seedy underbelly of the city, with mob connections he was always ready to find fresh meat on the streets. In fact, there were a few other runaways under his care, often drugged out with heroin before being sent to a client who had a fetish for school outfits. Either way, the street girl had been hard at work trying to elude the pervert, even though his attempts grew more and more brazen. Life on the streets was hard, especially during these Autumn days. Even though it helped mask the fact she hadn't bathed in quite some time, a cold would be developing, very soon. And with only a dull switchblade left as well as the clothes she had on, there was very little choice. What should be used as a defense against that pervert could very well double as a weapon, perhaps to threaten or intimidate some square walking back from working. And as it so happens, a man by the name of Nathaniel was walking down the street, holding his umbrella aloft. He showed no signs of unease even as he walked alone in this unlit part of town. It was his normal route, up until now he had never met any other interloper aside from Crazy Pete, that Ukrainian man who was always talking about things and the voices in his head. And even though the man was not there, he didn't seem to mind the Street girl one bit...
Thread: On a cold October Night... (BitchXQB)

Alice shivers, and pulls on her ragged leather vest over her plain brown shirt, wearing skinny jeans right now and some old sneakers that pinch her toes she walks after the man as if she were going in the same direction. Alice has had a hard life, been on the streets since she was 14, ran away from an abusive mother, never knew her father. Little Alice Faraday is 16 years old now, has a ragged kindof short red hairstyle, and piercing eyes that catch you with her unhappiness if you look directly into them. If the girl had a good home, and wasn't moving around all the time and stealing and hiding from that horrid pimp Eddie, she would be one of the girls alot of the boys went after. That is if she lived in a good house and had food all the time and normal teenage clothes. She sneaks up behind the man casually, silently with the quickness of a cat and swiftly take his wallet out of his pocket, removing all his money and credit cards then slipping it back in and turns, trying to slip into the shadows before he feels the lightness of the wallet, or realizes he was robbed. She does jump people too, had a silver dagger she likes to keep close to her so it is in her bra, easy to pull out, but if she can sneakily steal, that is always better.
Thread: On a cold October Night... (BitchXQB)

Nathaniel was whistling the tune to shadows in the rain, quite oblivious to the figure that walked close to him. Her footsteps could not be heard from the sound of raindrops hitting the floor, though he did feel...something fiddle around his pockets, prompting him to turn around only when it was too late. H-hey! Stop! he called out, trying to chase over to the corner, unaware that she had been long gone... The man sighed, though he didn't care much all he had was a debit card and a few bills numbering no more than thirty dollars. He would have to report this, but thankfully he kept everything else in another pocket. After all...he was prepared for just this kind of thing! However, a familiar figure walked closely, his wise-cracking smile bearing a cigarette as he stood with an umbrella over his head. Eyo, Rabbit. whispered Eddie, Lookin' for a hole to hide in? My offer still stands I'll clean you up and take care of ya... he whispered, taking a good look at her...features.
Thread: On a cold October Night... (BitchXQB)

Alice hears the man calling after her and she hides in the shadows of the alley, looking over the money she had stolen and tucking it into her bra. She coughs hard, her hair wet and the rest of her soaked with the cold rain, her clothes clinging tight to her body with the water. She coughs again into her arm then turns towards the familiar figure. Eddie just leave me alone, I'm not interested! She turns away and suddenly runs out of the alley and into a random park, going under a picnic roof and sitting at a table, looking around and watching the rain, coughing every few minutes and shivering, not protected from the cold water or wind much at all.
Thread: On a cold October Night... (BitchXQB)

Of course, a loss was a loss. Instead of dwelling on it, he simply walked on, not interested in stressing over a lost debit card. He'd report the robbery soon, but there wasn't much he could do. This was fate...right? Walking right past Feldtman park, he came to notice a figure sitting at a table, coughing occasionally as she shivered where she stood. Fiery red hair visible from beneath the flickering light of the lamp, for a moment he saw the despair in her eyes, or what he thought was such. Are you lost, ma'am? he asked, walking a bit close but keeping his distance. She looked extremely rugged, like the type of person you'd see hang around the seediest corners of the city. Despite that, he tried his best to seem extremely approachable, not looking the least bit threatening to her. If you're lost, I can guide you towards the metropolitan police station. He just couldn't leave her all alone and in the cold like that...even if he did run the risk of being accused of being a pervert!
Thread: On a cold October Night... (BitchXQB)

Alice turns seeing the man that she had robbed is the one speaking to her. She smiles slightly turning her head to cough. Thank you Sir, but I'm fine on my own, the police office is NOT a good place for me. she turns around with her back to him and pulls the debit card out of her bra, knowing she wouldn't be able to use it, just can use cash. She turns back to him Did you drop this or something? I found it laying in an alley earlier, I'm asking everyone... she gives him a smile but her eyes are glaring at him, as if daring him to try to take her anywhere. She looks so cold and hungry, with her clothes stuck to her with the water you can count every rib on her, even though she has a nice ass and chest she is still bony as heck. The small girl hands it to him then leaves him standing there, turning back to her street and walking to her alcove, putting an old pot under the leak and curling up in the dryest corner of the small place.
Thread: On a cold October Night... (BitchXQB)

My wallet? Oh dear, many thanks, young lady! he said, showing his due appreciation for finding his lost article. He didn't even stop once to suspect she may have been involved in it's disappearance. He sounded like a sucker, for sure! In fact, he didn't even lose it in an alleyway. Here...keep the cash. You deserve it. he said, handing her the paltry amount of twenty dollars. After all, he never kept too much cash. However, when he saw that she rested in a small corner against the dripping rain, he came to know just what she was a street girl. Walking closer, he disregarded his safety, showing his determination to help her. Hey. I have a nice warm bed back at my place...if you'd like to stay there just to dry up, that'd be great. It's the least I could do after finding my wallet... he said, trying to convince her to come with him. He didn't seem dangerous at all in fact, he looked just too kind. Like those people who'd be handing her blankets when she would rest in a homeless shelter.
Thread: On a cold October Night... (BitchXQB)

Alice frowns at the man, glaring at him, wondering why on earth he would care enough to follow her back to her current home. She shrugs thinking for a moment, and she suddenly stands with a smile, brushing her wet red hair out of her eyes with one hand. Sure... As long as no police are involved. If they are... I'll hurt you. She says, ending the sentence with a threat, even though the man is being really nice to the young 16 year old. Understand? She asks, her threat not having been very scary in her soft voice that she seems to be losing, because of the cold.
Thread: On a cold October Night... (BitchXQB)

The police? He would never involve them, that was for sure! After all...charity was the least he could provide to the girl who had found his wallet for him! Agreed. I will not involve them in this. Nathaniel said, handing her his coat to perhaps cover up on as he held the umbrella close. So...do you go to school? he asked, walking towards his home. It was an incredibly plain little town house, quite neat and rather well furnished. Despite that...it was rather plain. Nothing of value to steal except for the TV or his computer. Did you want something to eat? I have a few leftovers from yesterday...
Thread: On a cold October Night... (BitchXQB)

Alice smirks at the guys naivety but going with him. She wraps his coat around her small body absently and walks with him. No. Left school. she says simply. She looks around the house, rather disappointed in the simpleness, but not showing it. She can still rob his neighbors or something. Sure. Haven't ate in a couple days. She answers, putting his coat on the back of a chair and standing uncertainly in the middle of the kitchen, watching him.
Thread: On a cold October Night... (BitchXQB)

Why so? You really should attend if you want to acquire a career in the future. he was just so naive it was almost laughable. He prepared also some hot chocolate, hoping she would like it as he handed her a towel and a blanket. If you want, you can go clean yourself at my washroom. Don't worry, I won't spy on you. Just keep yourself warm and change into dry clothes while I still heat up the food. he invited her to try, warmly smiling. Honestly, it was hard to tell if he really was tricking her...
Thread: Priestess and Acolyte (Cynthia Crawford and PenintentKitten)

Neris came from an ancient noble family, known for being devout and only a couple of degrees removed from the throne itself. Her mother was the daughter a Earl and her father a Duke. She was, however, the fourth of five children and the third daughter. She'd always had a particular affinity for the temple of Aleri, and worshiped as often as she could once she was of age. As such, her parents had decided that instead of paying a dowry for a third daughter, they would dedicate her to the goddess. She was a beautiful young woman. Rich auburn hair, green eyes, a ready smile, and though she was not the most curvaceous young woman, her breasts were perky and her stomach toned. The day she became an acolyte, rather than a petitioner, was one of her favorite days, and she looked forward to beginning her training--not just sexual--into the cult of Aleri. As an acolyte, there were parts of the temple complex that became open that had been closed before, though so much of the complex still remained separate. The library opened, and Neris spent much of her free time pouring over the non-restricted texts. What she did not know was that the Priestesses who watched and judged their performance were doing more than judging their fitness to be Priestesses, how well they learned the various disciplines or the tales of Aleri.