Renekton could not have possibly hidden the disappointment emanating from his very being at Swain's command, but he nonetheless slowly lowered his raised clawed gauntlet. The depraved griffon had been proving almost challenging for him to subdue, but it he was rankled to be called off from the fight so soon into it. He had beheld some of the perks of this alliance of convenience, and now it seemed high time to learn of the shortcomings of this decision. What purpose Swain could have for keeping this creature alive eluded Renekton, though judging from his readings of the General's nature, it would likely further his dreams of conquest.
"As you wish," Renekton growled, getting back to his feet. Once he was on even footing again, his gauntleted hand closed around the scruff of the griffon's neck before yanking it up off of the ground. Gone was the bestial savagery that had defined its very being; it seemed broken and bereft of spirit. Such a fickle beast lacked conviction; its defeat had clearly been earned.
"What, then, shall become of this wretch?"
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Not a sound stirred from the beast as Renekton pulled himself to his feet and allowed for her large frame to slowly rest against the floor she once stood upon. Her head turned slightly when Renekton would grab at the front of her large neck and yanked her head up to study her feline visage. Broken was one way to put it. Or under control - but not her own.
Her long tail curled around her hind legs with her head dropping back down to the ground should Renekton release her neck from his grip. Even if he doesn't, those feral eyes would lock fearlessly upon his. She was not concerned by the crocodile, and lacked any uncertainties in her challenging gaze.
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 5, 2013 21:53:44 GMT -5
"Stand," came a harsh command--but not for Renekton. The Grand General's gaze remained fixed on the griffon. Withered fingers closed around the subtle heartbeat of the stone. "Come," he indicated the ground before him, his stance imperious.
Skylark slowly rose to her feet upon the command of 'Stand'. Her large wings folded back against her back, and her head rose upright to display the proud, and beautiful creature she truly was in this form. Her gaze fixed upon Swain as she would step closer to the position she was commanded to go seeming to follow his orders precisely. The gryphon didn't sit when she would arrive in front of him, instead remaining focused upon his visage.
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 6, 2013 19:53:31 GMT -5
He turned the stone over in his hand. "How interesting." Calculating eyes met the beast's own. "It is a fool who keeps her weakness on her person, girl," the general chided. "Perhaps some reflection in the dungeons is in order--until you are ready to be truthful." He addressed the shrouded mages, "Guard her," then returned his burning gaze to Skylark. "Go and sit by the fire until I have finished my business."
A deep grumble echoed from the beast that stood before Swain. Her ears swiveled back as she'd start to walk towards the fireplace as ordered. The gryphon's tail flicked with mild annoyance however, since she was still able to feel and be driven by instinct even while under the control of the stone.
Her massive form would spin like a cat trying to find a comfortable spot in front of the fireplace, before laying down in a loose curl, eyes set upon Swain and Renekton.
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 6, 2013 23:40:30 GMT -5
The mage-assassins took up their posts reluctantly surrounding the beast, each of them positioned to subdue her in an instant, alchemical aids at the ready.
Swain turned back to Renekton, again impassive, the stone clenched firmly in his fist. "As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted," he swept a piece of shattered pottery from his path with the foot of his weaker leg, then lumbered over to a desk, extracting an inkwell and pen. "I've arranged for your discreet transport to the arena. You'll stay there overnight--and tomorrow afternoon, you will make your debut as a Noxian paragon." He paused, rummaging through a pile of papers, before finally extracting an official-looking document. "The Culling Blade of Noxus, we'll call you."
He laid the document on the desk and turned to face his champion. "A final matter of business before you depart, however," he indicated the page. "Your official conscription of service and citizenship, with appropriate effective date. A necessary formality. Sign."
Renekton spared the griffon creature a final withering glare, the kind that practically screamed 'You were lucky', then returned his attention to Swain with a more neutralized expression. This final step was necessary, he supposed. The shackles that the League had bound him with would at last be broken, and the first step to his full emancipation from this silly world would be made.
"I trust that you will properly deal with the Institute when questions indubitably arise," Renekton asked as he scrawled out a string of runes upon the paper. The wicked demigod couldn't help but subconsciously drag his tongue across his teeth in anticipation for the next day. Five hundred victims, and all of them nothing but war prisoners. It would be just like his previous occupation, cutting the wicked from the face of the earth. They would be the first of the uncountable he anticipated having to purge in this sick little world. He just had to wait a little longer, and it would be as if his incarceration had never been.
Post by Vivien LeMeire on Feb 7, 2013 20:51:33 GMT -5
A girl hovered behind the threshold, a piece of paper crumpled in her fist. She knocked timidly upon the doorframe, then curtsied low, keeping her gaze averted from the two conversing men. She chose instead to watch the griffon's form as she spoke, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, but her tone conveying none of this. "Forgive my intrusion, Grand General, Master Butcher. The carriage has arrived."
A loud snort would escape the gryphon's nose as she watched the trio intently. Eyes flicking to Vivien - a tiny sense of familiarity to her, though it was quickly lost to the instinctual drive within the beast. Instead violet eyes gazed upon the smaller woman with hunger, wishing nothing more than to make her a quick meal. A low rumble in her throat would give it away as the predator watched its prey intensely.
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 9, 2013 15:36:43 GMT -5
"The legalities have been attended to," Swain replied to Renekton before acknowledging the maid. He took the document, folded it in thirds and tucked it into his robe. "Good." Then he lifted his chin to address the demigod once more. "Be prepared for tomorrow. I expect you to live up to your reputation. You're dismissed."
In shadows cast by the fire, behind the griffon and the shrouded guards, the armorers who had equipped Renekton stood apprehensive, shocked by the sudden skirmish. They would accompany their charge in his carriage, see that he was properly adorned for his debut--though none of them looked particularly thrilled by this prospect. They began to tentatively make for the door, glad to distance themselves from the feral winged creature that now lay before the hearth.
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