![]() ![]() In some bushes not too far away, the chameleon found another playmate. Neeko ran off to play with someone more interesting. But more importantly, to love the version of me in my head that." "The brew sent me a vision o' myself to make me learn to love myself. "Glug glug?" She suggested with a small shrug. It makes me strong 'nough to fight through the day. My village elders say all the drinking'll kill me, magic or no. The man hunched down-tears began to roll. power? Haha, Neeko thinks that's incredible!" Neeko-Gragas put a stubby finger up to her chapped lip. It's just, the barrels, they're the source of my power." "You callin' me a joke because I enjoy a good keg?" Gragas spat. And when she dropped it, the skin and fat rippled and tickled her. Neeko giggled and lifted up her giant belly. ![]() He put a thumb onto his barrel to cork it while he glanced into his own glassy eyes. Gragas didn't notice himself until Neeko was standing right over his belly. Neeko's eyes lit up at the sheer size of the drunken man, and it wasn't long before the thrumming began. Pint after pint of brew poured onto the man's beard, as he laxidaisically gulped between the deluge. The next human she found was capsized, barrel of ale resting on his giant belly. She waved at her departing magic adoringly. Last to go was the warrior's ashen hair, which jumped away as if it was a bunny. She reverted to her original form in a fireworks display of shooting colors. One where she wasnt visited by apparitions of herself. She gave a whatever, then sort of wave and shambled off to find a new training spot. Riven dropped her guard, shoulders shagged. "Can someone kiss my sword and make it all better?!" "If you understood an inkling of my mysterious, intrepid pa-" "You do not understand my story," Riven growled at herself. Instead of answering, Neeko brought her hands up to mock-cry. Her sword remained pointed at the apparent enemy. ![]() The legitimate Riven started as Neeko approached. And, as the thrum tapered off, a fully formed Riven stood across from the Riven practicing in the clearing. ![]() There was a thrum, underplayed by the occasional crackle. Then, its hexagonal scales alighted to different colors and began twisting, as if freshly invented by Piltovan engineers. The chameleon wouldn't find a better playmate. The human Neeko discovered, however, kept swinging a broken sword around. Soon, Neeko happened upon intelligent life. A song so rare, legends would say only one mortal man of a hundred-thousand will ever hear it. It put Neeko into an abnormally playful mood (which is to say, incredibly playful). The aroma of dewy grass, and of packed dirt. How familiar it all was, though, with the scent of sap. It reminded her of the Vastayan forests of old-those times felt both very close and very far. "Neeko loves this place!" Neeko said as she bounced along. Some of these animals stared on, indignant, yet kept their distance-even so many of them, like the two-headed wolves, are known to attack for lesser transgressions. Her curious nature made her heart flutter whenever the crunches of sticks caused the nearby wildlife to lurch into motion, cawing and padding and barking away from the intrusion to their idyllic scene. Through the shrubbery underfoot, taking refuge in the shade, stalked a curious creature hungry to crack open the secrets of this calm forest. Gromps ribbited their baritone music, joined by the shrill songs of the birds fluttering just above in the Rift's gorgeous treelines. It was a beautiful day on the Summoner's Rift, not a cloud or an elder drake in the sky. ![]()
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