2. The true form of Yorick
He was tall and athletic and you could easily see that he was a trained fighter, build to move both fast and strong. He wore brown boots and green pants and a long green coat which covered most of his body. Around his neck he wore a beautiful red scarf that glistened in the sunlight, the symbol of his status. Beneath it he wore a necklace with an ancient golden cross with a ruby in the center. But his most surprising feature was his head. His hair was long and light pink, worn in three tails all the way down his back. His two outer tails first stand up his head, and then they fell down, like they dont care about gravity at all. His face was quite feminine. On his forehead was a silver-blue crescent moon and beneath it was purple stone that looked like an ancient crest. His most astonishing feature were his eyes, because they were clearly inhuman. His Iris seemed to be of more than just one part. The first part, the outside ring, was deep blue. His pupil was a slit like the eye of a cat, insertet in a yellow circle. But what makes his eyes really breathtaking was what seperated the blue ring from the yellow one. It was a ring, that glowed in an amber light. It wasn´t an intense glow like those of other champions with glowing eyes, it was a soft glow, that emitted a warm and friendly light . All in all, his eyes were otherwordly beautiful. But still, deep down there, locked very deep down where nobody shall see it, there was also sorrow. A deep grief from someone who had more than one major hardship in life.
Yorick began to stretch and to feel his new body, relaxing, finally being safe he hadn´t to worry about being attacked so he relaxed, his eyes transforming from their complex pattern to a simple blue. Not that striking but still a pleasant sight with their now soft blue glow. " Isn´t your body the most comfortable one?" The female voice asked again. "It is indeed, but for you there shouldn´t be any difference" He asked. Not with the dark voice of the Gravedigger, but with a new voice, smooth like quicksilver and absolute alluring, fitting his new body perfectly. "Im most comfortable if i´m not locked in some kind of freak-out dimension" "So? Or is it maybe you are most comfortable being on my back, being near me?" He teased with a smirk. "To be perfectly honest, i´m most comfortable being naked together with you, doing naughty things" The voice teased back. "Haishel, you are not only impatiant but also lecherous? And i thought you would only find pleasure in fighting" "I also find pleasure in doing...other things, you should know it best" She has a point, Yorick thought to himself, more than one night he had shared his bed with her. But she was more than just a lover to him, she accompanied him since a very long time, fought belongside him, inside the edge of his blade or in her real form and has always supported him, and for that, he was deeply grateful to her. "I don´t intend to interrupt your quarrel, but you look tired, Master. Maybe you should take some rest?". This time it wasnt Haishel that spoke to him, it was another female voice "Yeah you are right Ren, a hot bath would be nice" He said with a weak smile suddenly feeling the tiredness that threatened to overwhelm him. "You shouldn´t force yourself like that Master" a third female voice said. "I know, i know. But i do, what i have to do, Depore" He said, rolling his eyes. "They are right, you need vacation, Partner. And you need it now." This time it wasn´t a female voice but a male voice, and it was the cross-guard and not the edge like before. "You too, Delf? I know that you are worried about me, but i am a grown up boy, i can take care of myself. Oh great, im argueing with my sword and three women at the same time? What chance of winning i have?" Yorick said with clearly feigned annoyance, but with a smile on his face. He knew his friends just wanted his best and were worried for him. And he didnt´t want to admit it, but some time off would postpone his goal, but it would do him good. "Tell me, boy, are you thinking of doing lewd thing with one of them in the bath?" echoed out the voice of a man of the cross on his necklace as the ruby began to glow. "Maybe, maybe not, who knows? But how does it matter to you, Dante?" "It doesn´t , i was just teasing you" Dante replied "But seriosly, boy, you should rest, life is more than just fighting. I do enjoy a good fight but you should relax and enjoy just being lazy sometimes." The crest on Yoricks forehead began to glow as well and another voice exclaimed, void of any emotion " Fighting while the seal is intact put the body under heavy stress. Vital analysis progessing. Bone structure compromise: 2%, Muscle structure comprise:1%, Nerve pathway compromise: 2%. Alloy to battle readiness: minimal. Nonetheless i advise a period of rest." There was just no point in argueing, stubborn or not, Yorick couldn´t talk back. "Yeah, yeah, give me a break Morpheus, i know it, i can feel, it, where are talking about my body, you know? Fine, if all six of you think i should take it easy, so i am going to take it easy. Having others to watch over you all the time can surely be pain in the arse"
Yorick walked in the next room and his eyes fell on one man sleeping soundly on the couch. Yorick got a mischievious idea. He sneaked silently to the sleeping man and rather than just waking him up, he kicked him off the couch. The sleeping man landed with a dull thud on the floor, groaning loudly. "I thought comfort breeds weakness, or does our mighty pridestalker forget that already?" Yorick teased him. "No rest, no hunt" The man smirked back as he stood up. The man was indeed Rengar, the Pridestalker, but not like the other Champions know him. The clothes were the same, the hair was the same. But instead of a beast he was now a man, with brown hair, an incredible musculared body and ice blue eyes. His weapons were also the same, but additionaly his favoured weapon was lying beside him. A blue naginate with golden dragon decoration all over it and a cold mist around the blade. "Tell me, Kamui, why are you here? I thought you would be summoned for another match?" Kamui, or Yorick, how he called himself while being in the form of the Gravedigger, smirked "Yeah, but got banned for the last match. I guess im too strong. What about you, Xeronos, why are you loafing around here?" Xeronos, or Rengar in the records of the Legue, smirked back at him "For the same reason, but i got banned from the entire Tournament" They smirked confident at each other before the began to laugh loudly. Xeronos was first to regaining his composure "Man, you look tired, maybe you should take a break?" "Oh really? You are the seventh to telling me that." "Your inner circle?" "My inner circle." After some idle chat the decided both of them were going to take a break, some peaceful days would be great. The talked a little bit about how the matches were going before they seperated to retire for the night. After taking a hot bath to help relax his muscles Kamui went for his room and collapsed on his bed. It wasn´t the matches in the League of Legends that took their toll on him, but his actions beside those, that were exhausting. With some last thought about how he wanted to enjoy the comming few days he fell asleep.
Unlucky for him, often you don´t get what you want, and no one learned that bitter lesson as much as he did. Sometimes the best of us are illfavored by destiny, and destiny can be cruel.
Authors note:
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Kamui looks mostly like that, but this is his form before some minor changes from me, all will be explained in this fanfic. In the picture he has still normal eyes, short hair, no scarf, no decoration on his forehead, but i think it is easier to imagine him with a picture. Take notice bottomg right, all rights reserved by the Eushully Compony.