Where the Drakalops Roam
The Northern Steppes ain’t the place for fancy undies and golden piss pots. It’s tough land. Ain’t nothing go here but barbarian raiders , poison grass, and harsh winds . To survive, you gotta eat rocks and crap lava. And I’m the toughest, meanest, killingest bastard in these parts. So I figure that makes these plains mine. “But how did I end up here? And why am I alone with yer dumb yella hide?” I say out loud, starting it off again. Skaarl snorts her response from the rock she’s sunning herself on. Her scales is dark metal with hints of gold.
Excerpt from the official short_story by Riot Games — Universe of League of Legends. Story and characters © Riot Games.
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