I am Syndra, sovereign of power.
I do not have time for your petty games.
Try to control me and I will break you, as I did the others.

((An ask/RP blog for Syndra, the Dark Sovereign.))

noxian-exile:

byforceofwill:

noxian-exile:

byforceofwill:

noxian-exile:

byforceofwill:

Pet?

"What about them?"

"Just something my sister said."

"Oh..well..ignore her.." Scarf pulled up higher

Pulls the scarf down and hooks a finger under collar, tugging Riven forward so she could get a better look at it “Not bad craftsmanship, all told.”

Sighing as she was pulled to the other Syndra.  “Did she tell you…?”

"Not directly, it was something I heard in passing. I only understood what she meant when you pulled up your scarf. How did she weave it through- ah, I see." Still studying the collar pulls out a tuning fork "Stand still," Strikes a metal part of the collar and listens intently.

noxian-exile:

byforceofwill:

noxian-exile:

byforceofwill:

Pet?

"What about them?"

"Just something my sister said."

"Oh..well..ignore her.." Scarf pulled uphigher

Pulls the scarf down and hooks a finger under collar, tugging Riven forward so she could get a better look at it “Not bad craftsmanship, all told.”

noxian-exile:

byforceofwill:

Pet?

"What about them?"

"Just something my sister said."

Syndra awoke with a sensation she wasn’t accustomed to. Being too hot. Likely due to Exile and Doppel in her bed, the former snoring lightly on top of her and the latter held in place by Syndra’s arm. She pushed Riven off unceremoniously and released the flesh glolem, standing up on her legs.

She was going to miss that tail.

lanayathetemplarassassin:

"That’s quite the tale, I was 17 at the time and had spent most my life as a scholar and thief, roaming the world gathering knowledge. At that point I had gathered a majority of knowledge from all of the civilized world.  Until news reached me of a rich buyer collecting books from other planes. Me being me, I broke into his collection and found a book written by some mad man going on about the Temple I now serve."

"It detailed a ritual in which the one who performs it must recite everything they know, from the basic theories of the world to the trivial things, such as how far a town is from another. It works as a sort of offering, and if they’re satisfied they ascend you to the Temple, if not you die. Simple as that." A thought crossed Lanaya’s mind.

"You wouldn’t think of attempting to perform the ritual, correct?"

Syndra barked a laugh “Certainly not, my power is my own to wield, no one else’s. However, this tale begs the question, why would you give everything you knew to them? Is this power so great that you would give them everything of import?”

She waves her hands dismissively “No, a power like that is ill worth the price asked,” She paused and placed Lanaya under her gaze, a piercing glare that held the other woman in place. What appeared to be a ripple in the air parted itself from Syndra and silver fire crackled in the darkness behind Lanaya.

"But now a new question must be asked, are you allowed Secrets for yourself after the vow was made? Can you protect secrets from the ones of your order?" The edges of her eyes began to blacken, like spilled ink across white paper.

lanayathetemplarassassin

"What doesn’t kill me should run, because now I’m fucking pissed"

☼ : Childhood headcanon

Syndra doesn’t remember much about her childhood before being given to the elders, but she does remember that she had a family and that they were very afraid of her.

sky-pwny asked:
Drinking drunk headcannon please?

It is near impossible for Syndra to get drunk, her power acts in a similar manner to her immune system/super liver/ etc.

Can she get drunk? Yes. But she’ll practically exhaust the bar’s entire supply of booze.

And with Lamia!Syndra cuddling Riven, I shall call it a night and Syndra will be back to normal by morning.

"Syndra..how long did you say this form would last?"

noxian-exile:

byforceofwill:

"Not too much longer, I feel," the woman replied "maybe till dawn, maybe next evening, no longer. The grip of the magic is tenuous at best."

Gasping lightly from the new weight now pushing in on her a bit more.  A hand running along her scales slowly, almost in a petting motion, taking in as much as she could before it would be gone.  “I see..well, that is far better then being tossed off like some rag doll…” She trailed off, resting her head against the coil, finger tracing small circles on the sovereigns tail.

Syndra’s half lidded eyes started to drift to a close as Riven’s hands massaged her tail, the touch and the warmth lulling her into slumber “Mmmm~ yes I will most definitely miss this.”

☾ : Sleep headcanon

Syndra loves to sprawl. The entire bed is where she sleeps, not curled up into a far corner.

It’s her bed and she has every right to use every inch of it.

† : religion headcanon

Syndra isn’t religious, but she is spiritual.

She’s never seen a god or avatar, but she has seen people who are in tune with the natural spirits of the land (ie Karma, Udyr, etc.)

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