[code]Name: The Kindred
Affiliation: None
Location: Castle of the Gods, The Main Ballroom
Tagging: [@Holy Soldier] [@LeeRoy] [@Mirrodin] [@PatrickDrummer] [@BreakingMe]
Mentioned: Jarvan, Sion, Noxians[/code]

Wolf swirled around Lamb, peeking over her shoulder at the gold-armored Jarvan IV. [color=662d91]"An emperor! Will this one be mine as well?"[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Most heads of state are unwilling to relinquish their life of power and privilege,"[/color] Lamb said, raising a hand to pet Wolf's muzzle, [color=6ecff6]"But this one is brave and when the day comes that he truly meets us, it will be by my bow that he falls."[/color] Lamb finally turned to face Jarvan to answer his question. [color=6ecff6]"We came simply to observe,"[/color] Lamb said calmly, almost mysteriously. While that was true initially, The Kindred's goal now was to seek out the foul, undead abomination. Lamb could tell Jarvan, but chose to keep the information to herself, after all, no one knows the time of their death, and The Kindred did not divulge secrets readily. [color=6ecff6]"Do not worry mortal,"[/color] Lamb added, swiftly stepping closer, [color=6ecff6]"Our presence does not always signify death. Perhaps we are here to prevent an untimely one."[/color]

[color=662d91]"But what would be the fun in that?"[/color] Wolf clacked his teeth in hungered anticipation.

[color=6ecff6]"Hush now, dear Wolf."[/color] Lamb reached her other hand over to gently shut his muzzle. Lamb looked over to the gathering of Noxians. [color=6ecff6]"Although I must say, I do not know who is more blindly optimistic, the gods for holding this 'peace dance', or you mortals for attending. Considering you are swimming with your enemies, would you really expect me not to be present? Or do you think that you can overcome your mortal nature's and truly have peace?"[/color] though not intentionally condescending, Lamb spoke with a certainty that bordered on arrogance, fueled by her knowledge of the unseen.