Thread: Moonlight Huntings (SilverScar & Myn)

Lux I never think about losing. Occupation InfiltratorMage Affiliation Demacia Height 5'1 155cm Hair Honey Blonde Eyes Sky Blue Persona Trusting Myn's F-List Myn's Requests A sense of unease began to settle within her as Lux nervously glanced around the seemingly empty camp. If she closed her eyes and listened carefully she could occasionally here a quiet shuffle and the sound of tinkering metal from a few of the tents, but it became evidently clear that no one here had the time nor will to greet her, and even if they did she couldnt quite bring herself to barge casually into a nearby tent and strike up a meaningless conversation. As a noblewoman of Demacia with exceptional talent shed always had the attention of those around her. And when distanced from her people she always had her protective brother to confide in, even when spying in the heart of Noxus shed gained the trust and attention of those around her, clawing at her heart, but making her feeling welcomed regardless. She didnt have that now, and these woods were eerie and unfamiliar. Light was bright and attention grabbing, and associating herself with the personification of it, she couldnt help insignificantly small and alone as she stood alone in the camp, her discomfort reaching such high levels that she was starting to regret sneaking out here in the first place. Her solitude however was broken before she could really begin to regret anything, and while she immediately stepped back attentively upon hearing a deep savage voice greet her, her tensed body immediately relaxed upon distinguishing the blood red eyes, and dark fur pelt of a wolf that seamlessly emerged from the shadows. Shed come across several assassins and creatures in her life, and she could only think of Nocturne who could move from shadow to light with such grace. W-warwick? Im so glad youre here she smiled radiantly, relief and joy washing over her features as she quickly withdrew the step she'd taken away from him. Shed seen the wolf man from afar on a few occasions, and had been about to exchange a few sociable words with him on one occasion where shed tried to befriend him. But her overprotective brother had stepped in, crossly excusing her and dragging her away for an unwarranted scolding. Telling her nonsense that the wolf was unpredictable and quite frankly a danger to her safety. She hadnt believed her brothers analysis for a moment, but she could do little to object as she knew he was just looking out for her. Im so sorry about last time, big bro- Garen can be a bit paranoid at times, youd think the might of Demacia would be a bit less of a worrywart she remarked, smiling playfully as she knew her brother would only roll his eyes and shake his head even had he heard the slight slur against him. Normally she wouldnt have been so open with someone she barely knew, but his presence in the camp meant he was a friend of her for the upcoming match tomorrow, and as simple as the gesture had been, the fact that the wolf had noticed and remembered her name had been all the good-will she needed to trust the others intentions. I beg your pardon though, Im just as capable a fighter on the fields as you are she huffed crossly, closing the distance between them and poking the wolfs chest with the tip of her finger. Despite Warwick easily being a foot taller than her she confidently approached the man with gleaming teeth and sharp razor-like claws. If the wolfman decided to strike her down now she wouldnt have any chance of retaliating, but yet she remained confident and carefree. As intimidating as most would find such a strong looming figure, Lux had worked in the Demacian military, and while Warwick was taller than even her own goliath of a brother, the scare factor of brawn and height had long since been lost. What hadnt been lost though was her inexperience with men, and as her soft delicate finger buried itself within the dark canines fur, she quickly pulled back in embarrassment, faint tinge of pink visible on the tips of her ears as she realized how Warwick was barely clothed by human standards. Seeing Warwick more as a wolf than a man, hed looked far more natural without garments of fabric adorning him, and because of that shed been a bit carless. Nice muscles, I look forward to seeing them in action tomorrow she smiled a bit awkwardly, mumbling out the first compliment she could think of to distract her small mistake. Though she was entirely genuine with her compliment, shed seen several fine beasts over the years, but none managed to pull off the intricate balance of brawn, grace and style that the wolf did. Had she been a she-wolf she might have fallen for his good looks, but fact of the matter was she was human, and not even in the wildest dreams would she have considered the mating habits of someone who wasnt completely wolf in mind.