"On your knees disgusting spawn of a dragon!"
Shouts one of the Dragon Slayers as the voice echos in the dark stone arena where the only light is from a skylight above. An array of men, and woman surround above them all quiet like they were anticipating a doctors diagnostic over a terminal disease.
The Dragon, Shyvana, stared at the man with eyes filled with burning anger as it began to glow a bright orange tone. A heavy breaths escapes her body, once, twice, thrice, before she was forced to fall onto her knees by a powerful force of a hand on her head. The powerful hand pulls her head up to have Shyvana stare up at a man with a broadsword in his hands.
A purple patch of skin was on Shyvana’s face, her eyes blacken, nose bloody. Weak and defenseless.
"Hello, I'm Ahri~"
((This is an Ask/Art/Rp blog of Ahri the Nine Tailed Fox.))
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