Thread: Moonlight Huntings (SilverScar & Myn)

Canine lips curled back in a furious smile as Lux mentioned his previous run-in with her brother. Warwick hadn't even had the chance to respond to Lux back then, before Garen intervened. While Warwick had the height factor for intimidation, the Demacian soldier was essentially a brick wall of muscle with the pair staring each other down until the brief confrontation had been broken up. It was an amusing memory, one Warwick had not thought of in some time. Perhaps because he had never really considered the oafish older brother to be any sort of threat to himself, though he begrudgingly had to admit that he admired the man's raw strength. The light feel of Lux's finger poking at his chest was similarly amusing. Her finger might have rustled his fur slightly, but beneath his dark fur it probably would have felt as though Lux was hitting armor instead of flesh. Even with the improvements of the elixir, it wasn't enough for Warwick to simply accept what he'd been given. The League forced him to improve. New champions were always entering the arena and those who could not keep on the top of their game were quickly forgotten by the summoner's. Lux certainly wasn't anywhere near his equal when it came to physical strength, but her little display of defiance to his words were enough to get a chuckle from the werewolf. A harsh, dangerous sound that lacked the humor such a sound was required to hold. Such fire within you, I see our summoner picked his mage properly Warwick growled his compliment, sharpened teeth clicking against each other in amusement. The blush that spread along her cheeks was equally amusing and very cute. She was so painfully innocent at times, it made the werewolf's desire for her all the more real. She needed to be made a real woman and such an act could only be done by a real man, not by one of those Demacian weaklings with their honor and chivalry which her brother clearly desired for her. No, she was in need of someone with true power, who wouldn't favor her with romantic notions or gentle touches. His body shifting, Warwick looked up to the full moon hanging brightly in the cloudless sky. Truly the perfect night for a hunt. And now that he'd found his prey, he only needed to lure her away, someplace where they could enjoy each other's company more passionately. Will you walk with me, Lux? Warwick requested plainly, motioning with a large clawed hand to the forest around them It is such a beautiful night, it feels like it would be a shame for us to waste it by standing around here, waiting for the morning light. Normally I would race through these woods alone, but perhaps it is time I invite company Such a request would likely sound foolhardy to any other, but Lux had a reputation for being the good, trusting type. Being the beast he was, Warwick expected some skepticism from her but he doubted she expected his mind to be focused on her in such a way. After all, they were still expected to fight together tomorrow in the battle, so what reason would Warwick have to hurt her? If he got his way, her walking might be a bit shaky, throat sore. Nothing that could hurt their chances in a team fight. I'm not sure your brother would approve though...he would probably charge me sword swinging if he knew I was even talking to you The large wolf chuckled again, red eyes holding her sky blue gaze