Dunno if reposts from the old thread are acceptable, but I'm just gonna go ahead and post one of mine from the old thread. o:
The half dragon paced through the halls of the institute impatiently. She abruptly turned a corner and collided with someone. "Watch where you're going," she growled angrily as she stumbled back a bit. She was in a hurry, she needed to meet up with Jarvan. "How angry," replied a calm and sly voice. Shyvana frowned upon seeing who it was. "....Noxian," she spat.
To which the Noxian replied smoothly, "I have a name, you know." Shyvana scoffed, "As if I'll ever choose to acknowledge you as anything more." The Deceiver chuckled, the sound of her voice causing Shyvana to flinch ever so slightly. This woman was a strange one.
"I suppose that's what makes you so feisty. I am not like you, however. I, on the other hand, will choose to acknowledge you..." LeBlanc says huskily, a small, sinister smile forming on her lips. "Such a beautiful creature..." she trails off murmuring, slowly closing the gap between her and the half dragon.
Shyvana wasn't fazed, she held her ground. "Back, Deceiver. I know about your tricks," she growled.
LeBlanc however continued on with her advance. "They all thought you were a monster...they shunned you..." Shyvana shook her head, "That was then. I'm a proud soldier of Demacia now." LeBlanc smirked. "Oh, yes. Prince Charming. He came and swept you from a wretched farm life to a content palace life, yes?"
Shyvana attempted to shut her out.
"But, for acceptance you gave up your own thoughts. You have none. You only have his." The Deceiver continued on. "Do you ever wonder about your home? Your history? Your father," she murmurs, her words prying at the half dragon.
Shyvana clenched her fists. "Silence, you witch."
LeBlanc was not deterred. "You poor, unfortunate soul," she simply states, as she brings her hand to slightly brush over the half dragon's cheek. Shyvana let out a sharp hiss, connecting her fist into the wall just behind LeBlanc, barely missing a side of the Deceiver's delicate face. "I can set you free," LeBlanc continues, unfazed by the violent act, and cups the taller woman's chin ever so softly. "I will liberate you," she murmurs, leaning in closer to the half dragon's face.
Shyvana found herself speechless, chained, confused. This woman was so strange, yet, so alluring. She shuddered, feeling LeBlanc's breath on her neck. Her fist that was implanted in the wall slowly freed itself, and she brought it around the Deceiver's waist aggressively, pulling her closer. LeBlanc whispered, closing her eyes, "Shyvana."
The sound of her name on that woman's tongue...Shyvana let out a soft growl. "LeBlanc..."
LeBlanc smirked. Slowly she placed her slender arms onto Shyvana's shoulders. Shyvana sighed heavily. This felt so weird, but it also felt quite comforting. Before anything else could happen however, Garen turned the corner.
"Shyvana - " he cut off almost instantly. Shyvana cursed in her head, releasing LeBlanc and turning around instantly. "It's not what you think," she began, but Garen looked away. "I - uh, sorry for intruding, your majesty, Shyvana." Shyvana blinked a bit before turning to LeBlanc. However in the Deceiver's place was an all too familiar face.
'Jarvan' cleared his throat, "It's no problem, Garen. We were just....talking." Garen nodded. "The match is in ten." 'Jarvan' gave him a look in return, replying, "We'll catch up in a bit." Garen nodded and bowed slightly before taking his leave.
The two were alone once more, but what seemed like an eternity passed before anyone spoke. 'Jarvan' then turned to Shyvana. "You don't want to miss your big match, now." He smirked. Shyvana nodded, a bit down that their previous moment was ruined. 'Jarvan' seemed to notice this. "We'll meet again. And I'll stay in this form, just for you," he assured, winking. Shyvana shook her head, suddenly grabbing the prince's arm and pulling 'him' into a kiss.
The illusion shattered, leaving a very surprised LeBlanc. "I don't want him," Shyvana demanded as she broke off. Her arms wrapped around the smaller woman. "I want you, LeBlanc."
The Deceiver took a moment before pulling away. She placed a finger on the half dragon's lips, smiling deviously.
"Patience, darling." Was all she said before vanishing instantly, leaving Shyvana to her lonesome.