Thread: ..::Proposition::.. [ Rengar x Ironic ]

It was all so long ago, but the pain still lasts to this day scars of the past Rune Wars, especially the mysterious Kumungu Jungle... With powerful treasures that would make any adventurer seek and claim, knowing that they're risking their lives and even limbs to acquire this treasure. Nidalee the Bestial Huntress was too a victim of the Jungle, starting off as a young and innocent girl. But, she did not have a choice in this, having to tag along with her treasure-seeking parents, eager to see what awaits them on their long journey. As the day's past by, the search continued, but the three were lost in the dense and rainy terrain. Unforgiving the jungle was, consuming Nidalee's parents in a perplexing and abhorrent disease. She watched as her parents died a slow and agonizing death, being left to fend for herself in the inhospitable Kumungu Jungle. When all hope seemed to be diminished in Nidalee's future, a slight glimmer of aspiration came into plain view appealing to a family of cougars that resided in the vast Jungle. Instead of taking this advantage for a quick meal, they took her in and raised her as their own. As she grew and learned the cougars ways, by fair means or foul, she absorbed the crude magic of the dense wilds, bending the human physiology and evolving beyond her feline affectation. After standing over and peering at the remnants of what used to be the Noxian squad of woodcutters, at that moment she made a decision to rejoin the so-called civilized life that she used to have long ago, back when her mother and father were still here. She chose to fight in the League of Legends, to protect the Kumungu Jungle from the vicious Demacia and Noxus, sworn to risk her life for it. Being taught at a young age from her feline family, she learned to fight efficiently and precisely, wounding and even as far as killing her enemies that lurked to hurt the Jungle and what lived deep within it. Her only weapon besides her razor sharp claws and pointed teeth was her spear, crafted with a razor-edged tip held together by wood. Though her weapon looked to do little damage, enemies walked in her path, ignoring the blunt object. With every step her predator would take into her lands, the feeling of being watched grows immensely, paranoia consuming minds not sure where the lurking eyes was staring from. Those predators who manage to outsmart her minefield of traps, successfully cross the denizens of Kumungu Jungle, and manage to find the Huntress deep within the leaves of the trees might be able to ask her a question before their welcoming is no longer permitted, or, if they manage to get on her good side, more questions could be asked. She lived in a constructed tree home, left behind by deceased treasure-seekers. It stood high in the trees, making it hard to climb up to reach to her destination. Dusk drew in, and it was time to yet lurk for a quick meal. Nidalee sighed as her scent could not find such, being in the most intense stage of her hunger. Her hand gripped at her spear tightly, making her knuckles turn white from the amount of force she put on the wooden handle. She prowled, blending in deep within the shadowy terrain. Walking a mile out to her uncomfortable zone, desperate now, a new scent filled her nostrils, making the hair on top of her skin stand straight up, breezing through the cold air. What is this... She muttered under a low tone, sniffing out the scent and fallowing its direction. Nidalee's pace quickened, eager to find out what the new scent meant. Adrenaline arouse from her body, making sweat bead at the top of her forehead. She knew it would be risky to travel in these lands, but that was one she was willing to take. Her scent lead her down to a large open plain, a rocky cave in the near distance. It was dangerous to travel, but at this rate, Nidalee's curiosity got the best of her, and you know what they say... Curiosity killed the cat. She glared at the tall grasses, taking a big whiff of the dewy breeze, the scent growing stronger. And, so the hunt begins... She mused, walking down the grassy plains. The prowl would be long, but determined she was. What seemed to be like an eternity, she lingered at the cave, the scent distinctively coming from within. The huntress held onto her spear still, preparing if something harsh was lurking in the shadows. As slick as a cat, she crawled inside of the cave, her back against the rocky walls that lined it. A dim light was inside, and as she walked closer the bright grew brighter. But... A shadow-like figure clouded her vision, a chuckle reverberating from the dusty caved walls. That scent, that laugh, it all came together now... Zed... Growling under hear breath, she stood in a fighting stance, glaring at the man who stood in front of her. Why are you in theses lands?