Phoenix Sun [An Ahri Story]

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Trolosaurus

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01-16-2013

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Originally Posted by MiaoLong View Post
Kind of hard to read animation, but yeah, I know what you're talking about. happened with Katekyo Hitman too, that stupid future arc dragged on for way, way, way, too goddamned long.
Not as long as the Water 7 Arc from One Piece
Though it gets away with it because that arc was awesome


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MiaoLong

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01-16-2013

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Not as long as the Water 7 Arc from One Piece
Though it gets away with it because that arc was awesome
Oh Lord One Piece. I think I continously know the story up until the sh*t with Buggy and a dog and some black dude who rode a Lion.

That was like, chapter 20 out of 700


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randomfatguy

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01-17-2013

u mad person who write overly long but epic fanfiction?


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MiaoLong

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01-17-2013

Very. I hate writing an arc and realizing that I hate writing it but it'll take forever to finish.


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randomfatguy

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01-17-2013

lol


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MiaoLong

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01-17-2013

Chapter 15

They were all staring at her. Despite treading the treacherous rocky ground of the foothills surrounding the Institute, the men of Piltover still somehow found the space in between dodging cracks and footfalls and leaping across dangerous ground to ceaselessly stare at Ahri. Over a dozen pairs of wide eyes and gaping mouths shadowed her, Pantheon, Annie, and Fiora as they trekked away from the Institute and back to their camp.

She should have been used to this. However, unlike the lustful stares she received back when she was still a fox in Ionia, these stares were free of malice or carnal hunger. They were just entraced by her beauty.

"S-Stop looking!" Ahri stammered, for once in her life, embarassed. She blushed slightly as the company of snipers escorting her, like any normal red-blooded man would, kept on staring. Under the weight of their combined whitering gaze, Ahri ducked her head down and shielded her face with her hands. She along with a full rank of Piltover's finest, were traversing the rocky badlands that dominated the terrain around the institute. These were police officers hand picked by Caitlyn herself for their expertise with a rifle. It was them who reduced the line of dark soldiers along the Proving Grounds into bits and pieces.

"So," Ahri said, turning to the sniper that was staring at her the least, "You guys were stuck outside, huh?"
"Trapped outside with Commander Jax from the start." The sniper she questioned faced her with a warm smile. He was a stocky man, with a bushy mustache that wrapped around to his sideburns, a large ruddy nose, and kind eyes. His wrinkles reminded Ahri of Zilean. "Always busy though, Commander Jax led us out a plenty of night raids on the enemy camps. Musta killed a hundred of those crow *******s myself, if you don't mind me saying. "

Ahri softly laughed at the boast, as the sniper's hearty chuckles coaxed a smile from her face.

"You're not as... freaked out by me, are you?"
"Ah, not really sweetheart." The man held up his hand, revealing a plain silver ring wrapped about a finger. "Tied the knot a good while ago. But if I was thirty years younger... oh, the damage I would have done to you."
The sniper held out a hand to the dark sky and his voice took on a lofty air. "Just two weeks alone with the me three score back and I'd have you weeping at night over me; dazzled by my sun-like youth and my Herculean body."
His voice and his pose paired with his stupidly thick figure was too much for her. She burst out laughing.

"TA-HA-HA-HA!"
Ahri really did cry, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.
"So, you have another name," Ahri teased, fighting back giggles, "Hercules of Piltover?"
"Ye." The sniper titled his cap forwards, letting Ahri see the gold embrodery; and he swept his shoulder forwards, to show off the multiple chevrons stitched into his uniform. "Murdoch. Captain Murdoch Murliel."
"Ohhh..." Ahri snapped off a smart salute. "Sir! My mistake, Mr. Herucles Piltover Captain, Sir!"
"No need to be so formal, Ma'am. At ease, at ease." Captain Murliel stopped at a opening in the walls of rocks that surrounded them. He reached out to grip a gate made haphazardly out of scraps of wood and bits of rope. The captain opened the gate for Ahri.

"You going to want to save your pleasentries, Ma'am, for the Commander."

Ahri was assaulted as soon as the gate was clear. A hulking man wrapped in purple cloths swept out of the gate to grip Ahri in a bear hug. She was caught by surprise for a moment by the sensation, but the familiar touch and scent let her drop her guard.

"Jax..." She hugged him back.
"Thank god you're alright." The Grandmaster's deep voice floated out of his iron, seven-holed facemask. He looked worse for the wear. His mask was heavily scratched and scored, his cloths were tattered and frayed, and his limbs, while strong and solid, hid within them a weakness of the muscle.

He has been fighting too, Ahri realized.

"Commander? Let's set up camp, our boys are tired from a good day of work."
"Good idea, Murdoch. Our fishers caught a lot of Silverfin today, so it's double servings of fish stew tonight."
"Aye, those crows didn't manage to kill us." Captain Murliel smirked as he waved in his men; the snipers filed through the gate one by one, rubbing their sore spots. "So why not give our awful food another shot at it?"

Another figure strolled up to the entrance of the camp. A voluptious, elegant woman in a short purple dress leaned against the rock wall that served to close off their encampment, cradling an enourmous sniper rifle. Captain Murliel snapped off a salute as he passed her, to which the woman nodded in recognition, relieving the Captain to retire. After her subordinate passed, Caitlyn, Sheriff of Piltover, titled her hat up in greeting.

"More champions. Excellent, we'll need all the hands we can get." The sheriff held out an outstretched hand to Ahri. "Don't believe we've ever been properly introduced. Caitlyn, Sheriff of Piltover. Glad to see you lot made it out of the League in one piece."
"Good to see you too," Ahri bowed politely. "I know you, but--"

"'Cuse me," Fiora interrupted, stepping through Pantheon and Ahri, "If you all are going to be 'ere a while, Ah'd like to go back to my tent and rest for today." She brushed past her fellow champions, her hands on her hips and her eyes closed in equal parts annoyance and fatigue. Fiora did not even glance at Caitlyn as she passed her.
Caitlyn pulled her hat over her eyes at Fiora brusqueness.
"Nice to see you again too, Fiora."
"Hmph."

Once the Grand Duelist was out of sight, Caitlyn sighed. She slung her rifle over her back and draped her hands over it.

"Always such trouble. Reminds me of a certain partner I've got back home." The sheriff jerked her head over towards a ring of tents surrounding a small campfire. "Come on then, let's warm up by the fire. We've even got a small bath running on the east part of camp."
Caitlyn stared straight at Ahri then.
"Won't let YOU take a bath though, not until the campfire's out."
"Eh?"
"If I let you get any prettier I've have to chain every man here to a post at night." Caitlyn suddenly reached out and lightly stroked Ahri's chin in a way that made her blush. Ahri pulled back, embarassed again. "What have you done to yourself, Dear?"

What? Ahri brooded, uncertain, when did she let herself get so innocent?

"I-I don't know. I just came out of the Magma Chamber looking like this." Ahri's hand floated on reflex to brush her smooth, domed skull, where her fox ears used to be, and back down to her small, rounded human ears at the sides of her face. "It's nothing really, we've got other things to worry about."
"Hm. Maybe you're right. We'll figure it out after we've got our precious League back." Caitlyn walked off to the campfire, stretchhing her arms. "You should get some food and then get some rest. We move out in the morning."
"Hm? To where?"

Caitlyn's eyes sharpened.

"The League. We take it back tommorow."


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Valinthronix

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01-18-2013

Another great chapter, Miao.


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Trolosaurus

Senior Member

01-18-2013

Wow! That was fast!
GJ, as always.

I wonder where Veigar is during all this


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Oçtøpus

Member

01-18-2013

This story is truly, truly, truly, truly outrageous.


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MiaoLong

Senior Member

01-19-2013

Got a favor to ask of you guys. Let me know what you think of an Alien versus Predator style horror story featuring Riven, KhaZix, and Rengar? Thanks.


http://na.leagueoflegends.com/board/....php?t=3014627