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The prince's head nodded down, less in approval but instead with understanding. Although he did not know the details of Varus's past, he related well to the desire to defeat Noxus, to inflict retribution. Jarvan was not hardhearted, but he still did not approve of the archer's reasoning.

–– "If you will not fight for Demacia, I'm afraid I cannot allow you in our military."

His voice was stern, showing no signs of backing down from this stance. However, he was also open to compromise, especially if it meant receiving help from one as skilled as Varus. "I can instead offer you allyship, with payment if desired. Consider yourself a mercenary of sorts, if you are to accept my offer."

Varus offered the same gaze in return. Truthfully, he was an archer with nothing but the intent to kill. The last thing that a place like Demacia would accept within their ranks. But the prince seemed like a reasonable man.

"I’ve given my name and honor to the ranks of Ionia.. but they’ve cast me aside. I will willingly fight for any who would allow me into their ranks. But.." his tone shifted, a grizzled longing in the words, "I fight to take down a common foe. Not unite under a common nation."

#corruptquiver

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–– "When a Noxian comes to bother the Prince of Demacia there shall be nothing but trouble. Is that all you wanted?"

Draven just kind of gave a shrug, a lopsided smirk on his brightly glowing face. “Dunno. Was considering bothering you, but it’s probably too much trouble.”

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–– "Men, at attention!"

Revered for his strength and natural leading ability, there was no doubt that the men in the camp stood to the order of Jarvan IV, prepared to listen to their prince. One by one men stopped what they were doing, emerging from tents, standing from around the fire, and staring to him. In his grip his lance moved down to hit the ground beside his feet, and his form stood tall and proud as he looked over his soldiers. Eyes wise beyond their years looked over the men, hand-picked by the prince himself, watching them as they awaited his words.

"We have been on this creature's trail for a long, rough fortnight, and I thank you all for working hard and never giving up on finding it," he announced, giving a nod. "Though tough, this trail we have followed for a while has finally led us to the dragon." There was a pause as the men cheered in celebration, then as they settled he continued, "today we strike. Prepare for battle as needed; rest if necessary, sharpen weapons..."

As orders were given out to prepare the men for fighting the dragon, they seemed to have slowly lost their attention on him. There was a hushed whisper and the men seemed almost afraid. Jarvan quit speaking to observe them, a confused expression flashing on his face before he looked to where they did, trying to find what they were speaking of. It seemed they had spotted a creature – some drew weapons, others ran to get them. However, Jarvan had hardly seen movement in the bushes.

–– "Stand down!"

Hesitantly, the soldiers relaxed their weaponry but not themselves, watching their leader carefully as he approached the brush. Though he held his lance tightly in preparation, he had no intention to hurt the creature unless it was aggressive, whatever it was, ( if it had really been there in the first place ).

Was she what they were looking at? In their defense, she did look... different.

"Hello, I apologize if I scared you," he greeted her, offering his hand. Looking heer over, he noticed the odd coloration in her hair, eyes, complexion... she did not seem very human, or at least not fully. Over his shoulder he glanced to the soldiers, waving a signal that there was nothing to fear. "I apologize for my men, they mean no harm and nor do I."

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& what she saw — all she saw, was fire. Ashes. The ground lay scorched beneath her boot. Flames licked up the last bits of what had been their camp. Shyvana stared into the nothing ahead, in her mind still the fresh image of woods and life. But everything lay dead now. Burned. Destroyed beyond recognition.

The Half-Dragon stood, head heavy with thoughts. A single tear rolled down her cheek, followed by one more, one more, & one more… There he lay, A’thaldor, once a mighty dragon of his tribe until he had given up everything to protect her — the one thing he truly held close to his heart — his only daughter.

Collapsing. She fell to the ground by her father’s head. More tears pressed from the corners of her eyes & she reached out with trembling hands to touch A’thaldor’s forehead. The blood was still fresh on his scales, glistening before her eyes. But the only thing she could think of was to close his eyelids, so his dead eyes would not stare into the nothing around them. She did not wish for him to see their special place burned to the core like this.

❝ F-Father.. ❞

Her petite hands gripped to A’thaldor’s horns and she hugged his muzzle, kissed his snout and burried her face in his scales once again. She was crying loudly now, cursing and screaming. Her heart was breaking to the point she could feel it everywhere in her body, how this pain was very physical. Very real.

In the pools of her beloved father’s blood she finally found the answer ; ; a massive talon covered in silver, runic symbols carved into it. It weighed in her hand as she picked it up. Only one beast of a dragon had claws like these — & of course he had wished to see Shyvana’s father dead.

❝ Rhaenar, I̟̱̯̹ ̛̤̞̘͍͖͈̹̟̙ẉ̴̠͓̰̮̟̦i͔͔̤̼̜̜͉̯͘l̨̛̠̞̬͖l̰̺͇̮͖̞̕ͅ ̜͚̫̤̰͕s̵̭͙̤̲̟̮̦̦͠é͏͓͖̘̬͕͕e̠͙̲̩͖̘̗̜͢͢ ̝̘̥̠̟̪͔̮́Y̠̯̞̜̭̣̥̙͢o҉͙͕̻̭̦̟͝ü̡̳͔ ͏̨͙͕̼̰̠͝b̢̗̘̭͙l̦̖̭̗̣̲͖̺̫͢ȩ̭͚̟̹̰͖́͟e̶̹͙̣̣̼̰̰͢d̜̖̖̥̫̖̳̜̣́.͢͏͏̦̦ ❞

Shyvana rose to her feet, slowly. She searched the place for more tracks of her father’s murderer. She found none, but something ever better ; ; Her father’s gauntlets. The ones he wore in his human form, forged from fire and iron scales of dragons alike. There were no weapons quite like these, that is something the dragoness had learned by now. She picked them up and felt the warmth still lingering as she strapped them to her arms and got a good grip on them. She would kill Rhaenar with these, to avenge her father.

After she had paid A’thaldor her respect, said her final goodbyes & burned his corpse, as it was dragon tradition to do so, Shyvana made her way towards the mountains in the distance. She would search far and wide until she found the treacherous Rhaenar, & nothing could stop her now. She spent days surviving in the woods and had little to no interaction with creatures beyond the prey she would be lucky to catch on occasion. At least that wasn’t until a day she woke up to the sound of hard working men nearby.

Hiding behind the nearest bush, she watched the humans from afar. Her eyes were wide open in a mix of fear and curiosity. She had rarely seen humans before — real humans that is. If only she could sneak a bit closer… Shit, was that the smell of burning leaves ? ?

#unleashedxfury #[ sorry this is so short wow ]

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Tied down and bound, there was no possibility of getting away – at least not in this position. It was humiliating, the prince was ashamed that he could get captured like this, could be so helpless at the hands of the Noxian. However, he was not so easy to give in.

–– "I'll tell you nothing, Noxian filth."

"I’m sure you won’t need any persuasion to tell us what we want, will you?" Leblanc grinned, speaking with a casual air and observing her nails.

//open starter

#classicmisdirextion

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Jarvan had blinked, staring at the other. He had seen Varus on the Fields of Justice, and he nearly outshone the Demacian archers he had in his ranks. "You do know what they say, an enemy of my enemy is my friend," the Prince spoke, obviously in consideration. "Now, are you looking to fight under the name of Demacia, for Demacia? Or is this for yourself?"

"Certainly.. it seems that Ionia has turned me away for my decision. I care not for their choice; Noxus is my enemy now. I was wondering if I could.. join the ranks of your army instead. Yours seem to have a clear goal in mind.." Varus allowed a simple smirk to rise, indicating that he had heard of the prince’s escapades.

#corruptquiver

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There was something in the way she stood and the way stared that made his eyes so fixated on her; gazing along the form as the sun kissed it so gently, following to her face in tender examination. Although he knew of the stares she gave him he was anything but embarrassed, and was unapologetic as he dished out his own. Looks and glances soon ended for the time being when the two had begun to converse, as his eyes met hers and would not leave them when she spoke.

"If there is much to do today I haven't gotten word of it," he responded with arms loosely crossing over his chest, his form in one of refusal. A brow raised at her accusation and his head turned from one side to another, a signal of denying her word as truth. "Do you really think I would do that?" He leaned forward as well but unlike her, his speaking had not dropped.

–– "Even if I were to play hookie, you wouldn't dare tell a soul."

The corner of his lips raised so slightly as he stood up tall once more, then moved by her towards the entrance to the room. From the man's lips came a short laugh, a hand meeting his hip as his head turned slightly to see her. "I'll admit, you are strong," Jarvan told the Half-Dragon, his lips now fully curving to a small grin, "but you're no match for Jarvan the Fourth."

Then with a glance to the door and a few steps towards it, her turned back to her with arms crossed, stance high and proud. "To the armory, then? Unless you'd rather we duke it out with no armor, and no weapons. Hand to hand combat, perhaps?"

She’s pleased by the sun that washes through vast windows

and so delicately adorns the floors of Jarvan’s palace. It had been quite the adjustment for Shyvana, and though guards did not receive the luxuries of royalty, going from nomadic to elite hadn’t been an easy change. And it still showed a little in the way she somewhat stiffly regarded granduous decorations, even the fine leisure clothes that adorned her Prince’s lean frame. It was never hard to tell when Shyvana was eyeing something, those fiery hues fixating with the ferocity of a couple thousand suns… His voice breaks her from her reverie, and the Half-Dragon shifts from foot to foot. Skin glittering slightly in the sunlight, a soft sigh leaves her - punctuated only by the barest hint of steam. Days off were lovely but she had no clue what to do with them. Friendship and leisure activity wasn’t something that came easy to her, and while Demacia had gradually accepted their somewhat infamous guard… "Little to do." Her voice husks it out, vaguely bemused. "You always have something to do.” And then those suncore eyes narrow in her good humor, plump lips pulling up at the edges. She can’t help but lean forward, voice dropping just an octave. “I bet you’re playing hookie from your 'Royal Duties.'” Lashes bat once, before a sharp tooth meets her lower tier. “I shouldn’t humor you, but who am I to refuse my Prince? I shall spar with you, and win.”

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Slow days for Demacian royalty ere not common; typically they would be briefing through battle tactics, discussing reports from their rangers, and other militaristic business. However on this day, Jarvan had not heard about any of these having to be done for the rest of the evening, which left him to remain in his room later than he normally would have.

Around noontime he had finally gotten out of bed and adorned his casual attire when he heard a knock on his door. "Come in." The Prince turned to look as he heard his personal guard addressed him, a gentle nod towards her when she bowed.

"My friend," he greeted back as he turned towards her. "I have little to do today, there won't be much to ask of you. When I have a day off so should my guard." There was something of a smile on his lips as he turned back to his mirror, finger-combing through his hair then looking to her from the corner of his eye.

–– "I will, however, ask a favor. Would you like to spar with me? I don't want to get rusty."

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It is rare that the Half-Dragon chooses to keep her expression anything but steely, yet the appearance of her Prince has always been something to soften the heated core of wildfire eyes. Guardsman gear thrown aside for the day, red hair lay tied in an armored braid down her back. As she moves, something akin to near scales shimmer about her eyes, but it’s always just a trick of the light. Arms cross behind her back and she stands before him, quite tall, and even more proud. ”My Prince.” A bow at the waist, head inclining humbly. “What is it that you require today?”

#nxthingbeforeme #[ what is this ]#[ i cannot write soz ]

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[x] Jarvan IV

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nxthingbeforeme ;; an indie shyvana rp. semi-selective. �� multiverse. oc friendly. anon friendly. au adoring. primarily lit, para, or script, but can be adaptive. may contain nsfw, and possible third degree burns.

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He raised his brow. Moonstone? It sounded familiar, but he wasn't too certain where he had heard it. "I've heard of it, but I know nothing about it. My apologies," Jarvan said to her.

–– "What is this moonstone? What is its purpose?"

❝Oh, I’m looking for a moonstone- say, Jarvan, you’ve been up here a lot longer than me,

right? Ever heard of it’? ‘Cause that’d kind of help me out.❞

❝A lot.❞

#waveofglory

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"Just out of curiosity," the prince asked Nami with an expression of interest, "what was it that brought you on land?"

#waveofglory #[ idk with these man. ]

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With a simple nod to go along with a simple greeting, Jarvan spoke to the archer. "Hello, Varus. Did you wish to speak to me?"

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–– "Draven," the prince regarded the other, his grip on his lance tightening. "What dares bring you to me?"

#thesuperiorsoulreaver

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[ hmu if you want to plot or like this post for a one-line starter! ]

#;outoftruth #[ 'lets get it started' by the black eyed peas plays in the background ]

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

–– "My lance."

Jarvan didn't have to give his answer much thought –– in fact, perhaps he gave it too little thought, as he was quick to answer. However, if he were to think of it, there was little else that meant as much to him as his signature lance, at least little inanimate objects. So there he stood, speaking out his answer as he stood with pride, his lance held before him.

#;answered #[ i mean wtf else would i say idek ]#[ love me and my bs ]#tumblrbot

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