Warning: Get ready for a huge chapter people. A chapter that is so enormous in fact that is even bigger than my social life! No it is longer than a hundred words, you fools! It is 6.7K and I spent so many hours typing and editing it and contemplating deleting it just to find some peace that I have now memorized half of the Metal Gear Soldier soundtracks and I am currently saluting at my screen as I am typing this very note. I am also completely dead inside.
Tags: A pinch of drama, two spoonfuls of smut, add a cup of Yuri magic and mix it with a whole Irelia and 20ml of bunny Vastayan Riven. Serve it with a M for some slight adult theme mentions and enjoy it with a cold glass of my suffering.
Riven frowns as she approaches the small stream that is located close to the vast green valley, her thoughtful crimson gaze narrowing as she observes the abundance of burned, maimed and otherwise mutilated corpses that are being dragged further down the stream by the bloodied river's current.
The young Vastayan lets her alarmed gaze wander towards the enormous Valley laying behind the dense green cliffs, the big white bunny ears perched on her head occasionally twitching nervously as Riven attempts to pinpoint the source of the various peculiar sounds that are demanding the tanned warrior's attention.
A few bugs are buzzing over the washed up corpse of a Noxian swordsman, a woodland creature fearfully darts between the forest's thick vegetation as it hastily opts to seek the safety of its home, whether it's a nest or a burrow. The cacophony of crashes and manmade explosions occasionally shatter the eerie relative silence of the Ionian forest, terrifying thunderous sounds booming out from the direction of the obscured Valley that Riven was supposed to investigate under the orders of her tribe's chieftain.
The bunny Vastayan sighs as she places her half-empty canteen back inside her leather rucksack. The once clear and pristine waters of the river were now overflowing with blood, toxic chemical substances and gore and so the white-haired warrior would have to just grit her teeth and find another place to refill her canteen from at some later point.
It was regrettable really, but with the ominous sounds of the explosions still occasionally ringing in her big fluffy white ears the tanned young Vastayan would have to postpone the investigation of the loud disturbances for tomorrow. Her tribe leader would hopefully understand and see the wisdom and the necessity of her decision.
The young sun-kissed bunny warrior almost jumps out of her skin and fur when one of the washed up Ionian corpses suddenly starts coughing and spitting whole lungfuls of dirty water. A pawlike appendage covered in soft white fur instantly shoots for the grip of her weapon before Riven luckily realizes that the black-haired Ionian soldier couldn't actually be much of a threat with the copious amounts of crimson blood coloring the water around her form and the half a dozen of arrows or so sticking out from the wounded warrior's filthy and destroyed armor. The fact that the dying Ionian survivor's face was almost completely buried in the morbid riverbank's grime and wet mud somehow also helping in dispelling Riven's initial agitation.
The conflicted bunny Vastayan nervously bites her bottom lip as she slowly removes her fluffy hand from the hilt of her black runic blade. On one hand Vastayan weren't supposed to interfere with outsides and that term unfortunately included their fellow Ionian citizens, on the other paw the mysterious dying woman might hopefully possess the information that Riven needed in order to quickly complete her mission and swiftly return back to her tribe victorious with the knowledge of what actually caused the great disturbance.
The white-haired swordswoman reluctantly approaches the injured warrior that is panting against the mud and hesitantly kneels next to the soon-to-be corpse before she reaches out to grab a handful of the dying woman's midnight black hair.
Riven then cautiously lifts the survivor's head from the sticky crimson mud, maroon-colored orbs intently staring at the wounded female warrior's pale, bloodied visage. Two pained green eyes momentary return her solemn stare and the dying woman attempts to whisper something to her, but only succeeds in throwing up another mouthful of blood and water before her eyes suddenly roll back into her head and the Ionian soldier faints.
Another thunderous crash echoes from the direction of the unseen valley, vibrant sickly emerald glows appearing in the morning bright sky above it. Riven thoughtfully glances at the polluted red river and the endless army of torn guts and human remains that the frothing waters are carrying downstream before her attention inevitably returns back to the unmoving and barely breathing warrior that's currently dying before her.
The bunny Vastayan sighs as she grabs a hold of the faintly wheezing corpse and Riven grudgingly starts pulling the black-haired female out of the dark sanguine water.
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Irelia coughs as her vision suddenly returns back to her, blurry and flickering with black spots dancing before her very eyes, threatening to once again mar her sight and this time undoubtedly drag her back into oblivion forever. The Captain of the Ionian Guard shivers as she weakly tries to lift her face from the hard floor.
Irelia is cold, so very cold and her body feels heavy and unresponsive. The female warrior somehow manages to lift her head for a brief moment or two before she instantly doubles over with a scream, tears of agonizing, inconceivable pain unwittingly leaking out of her scrunched up eyelids obscuring her already hazy vision even further.
The Ionian Captain instinctively tries to curl up in a ball before a strong pair of surprisingly soft hands forcefully unfurls her weak form with relative ease and then forces her to lie down straight on the hard and uneven ground. Irelia grits her teeth in order to avoid crying out in pain. The Ionian Captain blinks as she tries to rid her eyes of the tears and take in the sight of her silent caregiver.
It is not as easy as it sounds. The injured and weakened Ionian soon realizes that she and this unknown individual are presently inside a dark rocky cave the walls of which are being illuminated by the shifting light of a small bonfire. Irelia can hear the sounds of the flickering flames hungrily devouring the brittle wood, the little hearth's feeble warmth barely registering on the veteran soldier's cold broken body.
"Stay still or I'll knock you out."
The almost blinded Ionian shivers as an unfriendly feminine voice unexpectedly reaches the injured female's ears, the warrior's initial attempt at finding the voice's source resulting in a shaky breath and more white hot pain than poor Irelia can actually handle. The Captain of the Guard once again grits her teeth as a few more silent tears roll down her deathly pale visage.
An annoyed sigh reaches the wounded warrior's ears and it is only when the same strong furry hand as before is abruptly pressed again the feverish soldier's clammy abdomen that Irelia realizes that her torn bloodied clothes and her ruined armor had at some point been discarded while she had been unconscious. The defenseless broken warrior shivers after her gaze follows the peculiar white appendage all the way to the face of a sun-kissed bunny Vastayan with merciless maroon-colored eyes.
The Captain of the Guard stills. Her previously already immensely dry throat now dryer that the foundations of an ancient Shuriman temple that's located in the middle of the desert, and Irelia almost screams from the new sensation of pain rapidly spreading throughout her neck when the warrior instinctively swallows after her jade-colored orbs suddenly meet the unexpected glare of two mesmerizing cold ruby eyes.
Irelia is currently a sweaty broken mess, buck naked and under the scrutinizing gaze of one of the most introverted races to ever grace the face of Valoran the black-haired Ionian can only blankly stare at the young bunny Vastayan in obvious awe and surprise.
And the only thing that could actually make this whole situation even worse and more uncomfortable for the Captain of the Guard than it already was, the thing that both greatly perplexed and embarrassed the wounded veteran soldier…
Was the fact that even in those utterly terrible and painful of circumstances Irelia surprisingly enough finds out that the feeling of the white-haired woman's warm paw against her shapely nude abdomen is somewhat pleasant for the injured soldier and seems to be arousing her. And judging by the Bunny Vastayan's arched eyebrows the other woman has more than caught on her guilty little secret, especially since the tanned warrior suddenly opts to unexpectedly pull her soft paw away from Irelia's burning flesh and then averts her eyes from her weak blushing patient to start searching for something inside her leather backpack.
Irelia barely refrains from swallowing the absence of her saliva again as she chooses to direct her attention to the rocky cave's ceiling and not so subtly use her unresponsive heavy limbs to attempt covering up the apparent signs of her heated arousal.
Meanwhile the bunny Vastayan starts chewing up a strange yellow herb as the tanned woman busies herself with tiding up the contents of her rucksack, her white fluffy bunny ears twitching adorably every few seconds.
Adorably?
Irelia snorts at that thought earning a curious glance from her silent companion before Riven continues putting her medical supplies back in her leather backpack. Why would Irelia suddenly think of something as weird as that for her unusually quiet savior was completely and utterly beyond her!
Irelia wasn't a meek person you see. She was a renowned military commander and a martial artist of great skill that undoubtedly possessed the heart of a true warrior. There were few rare masters that dared to spar with the Ionian Captain or challenged her to a duel and even fewer enemies that intentionally stood in Irelia's way, and her dear friend Karma had even started jokingly calling her a tigress or a lioness because of the serene way the black-haired beauty carried herself around and her unquestionable fighting prowess.
And now here she was, the once proclaimed mighty tigress of Ionia fidgeting under the maroon-colored gaze of a scowling white-haired bunny.
Irelia filches as those cold ruby orbs suddenly pierce her emerald gaze, the Ionian Captain's heartbeat quickening and her breathing hitching inside her throat when the tanned bunny warrior suddenly approaches her vulnerable form and starts applying the mush of the yellow herb that she has been chewing on her various wounds and injuries. Irelia tries not to think of the sticky feeling of the warm substance and the wetness of the sun-kissed woman's saliva that's been added into the mix.
The Ionian Captain quickly averts her embarrassed gaze from the white-haired Vastayan's red eyes, a prominent blush soon settling over her pale cheeks as her unlikely savior begins spreading the yellow paste across Irelia's nude body with swift and accurate, experienced strokes of her fluffy hand-paws.
"These herbs will speed up your body's healing process and hopefully stop your bleeding."
Her savior explains gruffly as her strong white paws gently stroke Irelia's feverish skin, massaging her unresponsive limbs one by one before the ivory bunny starts treating some of the defeated soldier's other injuries.
Riven carefully leans down next to the injured martial artist to carefully apply the pulverized herb mush on a bleeding cut on Irelia's left cheek, even going as far as lightly blowing against the swallow wound in order to alleviate the soldier's pain. And Irelia's already maddening blush soon intensifies immensely as she suddenly ends up staring at the focused visage of the working bunny from mere inches away, the sudden and welcoming sight of Riven's solemn and beautiful face almost covering the wounded warrior's entire vision.
"Is there something wrong?"
And just like that the Lioness of Ionia quickly averts her panicked wide gaze from the cute and harmless, tanned bunny.
The wounded survivor opts to remain silent and merely slightly shake her head in response, too weak and flustered to even attempt making an excuse for her behavior and so Riven shrugs and resumes running her hands all over Irelia's body. Her soft ivory paws occasionally returning back to massage Irelia's bruised torso and abused stomach or using a now bloodied rag to wipe away the Ionian's perspiration, gradually returning some life and heat in the broken body of the defeated Ionian defender.
Irelia is pretty sure that she has stained her savior's covers by the time the bunny Vastayan has finished patching up her wounds and gently pulls a simple grey blanket over the feverish black-haired woman's body.
Irelia would have certainly expressed her undying gratitude by now if the cruel teasing smile perched on the snow-haired warrior's lips wasn't suggesting that Riven had practically made Irelia come undone in front of her on purpose. The damn bunny even bends over the warrior's immobile form and steals a quick kiss from the presently vulnerable Captain before Irelia finally passes out.
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The mighty Lioness of Ionia is blushing furiously, still almost buck naked with only a thin sheet of fabric wrapped around her feverish form and awkwardly seated on Riven's lap, the weakened Captain of the Ionian Guard is being spoon-fed some kind of warm soup by the cruel white-haired bunny Vastayan.
"Your face is beet red, are you sure that you are alright?"
Utters her evil warden and Irelia can almost taste Riven's smirk like the warm soup that's filling her stomach.
"A….."
The warrior answers and then sighs when her voice once again refuses to cooperate with her. There is a very likely possibility that the Captain's vocals cords had been damaged at some point during the chaos of the chemical bombardments.
"…"
Riven, her self-proclaimed savior and tormentor just quietly nods at herself. She then brings another spoonful of hot soup near Irelia's lips and gently blows on it before lightly pressing the wooden utensil against her patient's mouth. But Irelia merely shakes her head and the bunny Vastayan's red eyes narrow challengingly.
"We don't waste food where I come from, and I will have you know that I make the meanest carrot soup in my whole tribe."
Irelia almost giggles at that, of course Riven as a bunny Vastayan would inevitably love carrots. Most of the things that the white-haired warrior had actually made for the two of them in fact had for the time being consisted or at least included in some form her caregiver's favorite vegetable. From carrot sandwiches, to carrot soups and all the way to grilled carrots with boiled orange vegetables, Riven's love for her favorite snack apparently knew no limits. The snow-haired warrior's suspicious glare suddenly stops Irelia's laughter before it even escapes the prisoner's/patient's throat.
A soft white-furred hand lazily starts stroking Irelia's stomach as Riven carefully places down the half-empty bowl of soup with an evil glint in her eyes and her previously upturned lips now forming a dangerous mischievous smile.
"I see, I guess that I can't really force you to have any more of my food if you are positive that you are already full, right?"
The Captain of the Ionian Guard slowly nods her head all the while trying to ignore the way the other woman's hand is leisurely brushing higher and higher against her abdomen threatening to soon actually glide against her breasts and her frantically squirming heartbeat.
"But my soup was really delicious wasn't it? So fragrant and full of flavor, you will surely need a drink to cleanse your palate, am I wrong my dear?"
Irelia offers Riven an unsure smile while the bunny Vastayan reaches for her canteen. The tanned female takes a small sip of water from the container and then smiles with her eyes before she forcefully presses her lips against the mouth of the black-haired warrior.
The feverish Ionian fidgets, her jade-colored eyes abruptly turning wide like saucers as her cruel bunny jailer merely keeps smiling at her, one of her fluffy white hand-paws tenderly massaging the injured warrior's thundering heartbeat, while the other one swiftly wraps around Irelia's weak form effectively cutting off the Captain's escape.
"Mmm!..."
Irelia growls, frustrated green orbs clashing against the evil Battle Bunny's sly red ones, but the Lioness of Ionia knows when to admit defeat and so Irelia grudgingly slightly opens her lips and accepts Riven's offered water. The Captain of the Guard tries to convey her feelings of fury and hate with one powerful scorching glare, but she doesn't have to since one of the white paws of the bunny warrior is still casually palming her chest and feeling Irelia's presently racing heartbeat.
And it was at that particular moment in time that the trapped Ionian survivor silently vowed to someday turn the utterly infuriating bunny Vastayan into a delicious plate of bunny stew.
0000
The chemical bombs are riddling the battlefield with acidic odorous craters the fumes of which turn flesh into ash and soldiers into walking rotting corpses. Standing proudly among her courageous Ionian brothers and sisters, Irelia and the remaining brave defenders of her country roar in defiance with reckless abandon as they lunge towards the Noxian invading army with their heartbeats thundering in their chests and bloodstained steel clutched in their worn out and dented gauntlets.
Irelia wakes up covered in cold sweat, an almost mute, gargling scream escaping from her open lips as the Ionian Captain stares at the wavering flames of their bonfire with wide panicked eyes. Irelia releases another choked scream as her sudden movement abruptly causes her still healing wounds to flare up with intense pain, her pale arm outstretched as if futilely attempting to somehow grab her dying allies and forcefully drag them back to safety.
An unexpected movement near the fire suddenly draws the weeping warrior's attention and Irelia muffles a sob as she cowers under the thick woolen blankets, the haunting images of the Zaunite bombardment resurfacing inside her mind, her slight fever and her present weakness also adding to the disoriented Captain's inner turmoil.
Riven slips next to Irelia without a word and then pulls the wounded woman closer.
"Shhh…"
The solemn battle bunny doesn't offer to her trembling companion fake and cheap words, neither does she state that everything is going to be alright or promises Irelia a chance at a better tomorrow. No, the bunny Vastayan might be a tad mischievous and somewhat of a trickster at times, but even she knows better than to treat the devastated woman cowering in her arms with anything other than respect and plain honesty.
Irelia keeps crying for what feels like whole eons, the white-haired bunny warrior's soft and warm paws silently running small reassuring circles against the Ionian Captain's shaking shoulder blades.
The mourning martial artist is pleasantly surprised when the female bunny Vastayan doesn't attempt to take advantage of her in her current state of vulnerability as Irelia pathetically breaks down in her savior's arms, pressing her tearstained face against the tanned warrior's sternum. And the currently quivering Lioness of Ionia is even more astonished when after a few uncomfortable minutes Riven unexpectedly takes a hold of Irelia's wrist and gently guides the Captain's palm to rest on top of her soft and fluffy bunny ears. Allowing the Ionian survivor to hesitantly begin stroking her sensitive furry appendages in order to halt the black-haired beauty's endless flood of tears.
It somehow works and after a little less than an hour the Ionian Captain finally succumbs to her exhaustion and falls asleep against the aching chest of the kind softhearted bunny. The Lioness of Ionia nestles next to the tanned warrior and Riven doesn't leave Irelia's side until the sun climbs back across the horizon.
0000
The white-haired swordswoman is a lot more reserved during the next few days. The mocking remarks abruptly stop, the sudden groping unexpectedly vanishes and the relentless teasing completely disappears. Riven actually bows down in front of Irelia and sincerely apologizes for her previous behavior one day and the recovering soldier can only gasp when she reads the genuine sincerity shining inside the depths of Riven's sad red eyes.
The various carrot recipes also fail to appear during their next meals and that is shockingly what has the Captain of the Ionian Guard mainly worried when the white-furred warrior actually starts cooking for them normal and acceptable meals.
The bunny Vastayan acts like a completely different person after that first heartbreaking night. Riven is somewhat more reluctant and twitchy, polite but unsure. She offers Irelia nervous fleeting smiles that fade before they reach her eyes and then grabs a random piece of wood and a knife and busies herself with sculpting small wooden animals and blocky figurines out of wood instead of interacting with her concerned, currently recovering Ionian patient.
And yet even if Riven becomes quieter and much more solitary than before the white bunny would always tentatively slip under Irelia's blankets and place the Lioness' trembling hands on top of her soft and fluffy white bunny ears whenever Irelia would be having a nightmare or even starts feeling cold during the night.
The Vastayan then offers the Lioness the exact same sad polite smile before returning back to her quiet corner at the other side of the cave and her quiet woodcarving, away from the Ionian survivor and her obviously upset jade-colored glare.
This repetitive pattern was beyond frustrating for the agitated recovering warrior and curiously enough while Irelia had initially wished for nothing more than the cruel perverted rodent to leave her alone and stop toying with her, the bedridden Ionian warrior is now quite upset with Riven suddenly ignoring her.
0000
The loud chirping of birds coming from outside of the cave finally wakes up the sleeping Captain, blurry jade-colored orbs blinking a few times as Irelia attempts to take in her surroundings.
She is still lying inside the cave, no surprises there. Her head comfortably resting against the sparse fluffy patches of soft white fur that's covering part of Riven's shoulders, the slumbering Battle Bunny's strong and warm hands still wrapped around Irelia's back from when the snow-furred Vastayan had tried comforting her after a particularly bad nightmare last night.
Irelia stifles a giggle as she quietly observes the Battle Bunny's cute sleeping face. Riven is having the most curious expression right now, and her mouth is even gaping wide open. The Ionian Captain can't help but mentally wonder if her caregiver is perhaps dreaming of happily munching defenseless carrots.
Irelia's gaze softens as she shifts a little bit to have a better view of her sleeping companion. Who would have thought that Irelia would at some point slowly start developing feelings of camaraderie for the obnoxious humanoid rodent that had both saved her life and have been harassing her for almost an entire week now? And yet Irelia had garnered immense respect for the perverted white bunny in such a relatively short period of time.
Riven could be brash and inconsiderate at times, but also gentle, sweet and overprotective whenever the occasion called for it. Now if only the Captain of the Ionian Guard could finally convince the sun-kissed warrior to stop ignoring her for no reason, things would be stellar.
Irelia's smile vanishes at that thought. One of the soldier's bandaged hands absentmindedly rubbing one of the sleeping white-haired woman's twitching bunny ears. But now what could have possibly triggered such a huge change in the mannerisms of the mischievous Vastayan?
Was it just the incident with her horrible nightmares, or had Irelia somehow insulted the crafty white bunny by petting her fluffy ears? But then again Riven had been the one that had encouraged that specific interaction between the two of them and the tanned exotic warrior would frequently reenact that sweet touching moment whenever the bunny suspected that the Lioness was experiencing an inner turmoil.
Could the reason for her tanned savior's cold behavior be something else then? Had Riven perhaps just run out of her favorite orange vegetables? And if that had really been the case was that perhaps also the reason that Irelia had been allowed to eat like a normal human being for once and not a bloody carrot-muncher?
Irelia would be beyond pissed at the Battle Bunny if Riven was just throwing a tantrum because her weakened patient had actually eaten some of her precious carrot supplies in the past.
The sudden sound of incoming iron-clad footsteps emanating from somewhere outside of their small cave abruptly alerts both snuggling women and Irelia is about to shout a gurgling warning when the bunny Vastayan abruptly tosses away the blankets that have been previously wrapped around her form and deftly jumps to her feet. Riven then grabs her giant black sword and takes a measured step in order to stand in front of the recovering Lioness. Standing before her unamused patient like some kind of a menacing bodyguard. A white paw casually grips the hilt of the Battle Bunny's enormous black blade, crimson eyes narrowing in a clear show of annoyance and hostility.
Irelia blinks as she end up standing behind the tanned warrior's back and the wounded Lioness is about to follow her kind savior into the fray, with her weak broken body and nothing more than her recovering bones and her bare fists if she had to. But Riven takes a swift step forward as to further distance the black-haired warrior from the imminent conflict as Karma and her soldier attendants unexpectedly enter their small hidden cave.
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"Don't worry about your voice Irelia, I am absolutely sure that Soraka's magic will be able to fix whatever is currently ailing you when we return home."
The mute Ionian mumbles something unintelligible, but soon smiles in agreement and then allows a grateful smile to appear on her lips as Karma's soldiers silently continue carrying her makeshift stretcher. The bunny Vastayan is quietly observing the Ionian women's exchange from the other side of said stretcher, her red gaze blank and her strides carefully and hesitant, but matching the pace of the two soldiers. Riven keeps uncomfortably glancing between the recovering Captain and the green sea of trees, her tanned features betraying the white bunny's inner turmoil.
The sun-kissed swordswoman merely examines the relaxed Captain and the easy smile on her patient's lips for a few more minutes before the bunny Vastayan gradually starts lagging behind, her strong hind paws drifting slower and slower across the carpet of the forest's leaves. Her crimson eyes actually losing some of their previous luster.
It takes Irelia almost a full minute to finally notice that the bunny Vastayan is not walking next to her stretcher anymore, and the Ionian Captain's eyes instantly narrow in confusion, only to widen a second later when Irelia violently twists her body on top of her stretcher almost resulting in her falling off it in the process. The injured Ionian warrior easily spots the white bunny Vastayan silently watching her from a couple of meters away as she hesitantly raises one paw to wave an uncertain farewell at her stunned patient.
"Aa…?"
Irelia gurgles but Riven only offers the weakened Lioness a rueful smile before she takes a small step back towards the trees, and then another one.
"Aa!"
Attempts to yell the startled pale warrior as Karma grimaces at her friend and then presses a reassuring hand against Irelia's tense shoulder. The Enlightened One's own troubled gaze also following their tanned benefactor's sudden departure.
"The Vastayan are a secluded folk, Irelia. They usually stay away from the affairs of humans and never willingly abandon their secluded villages inside the heart of the forest. This one has only stayed near the capital for so long to make sure that you were safe."
"A…"
Irelia tries again, but the soldiers that are carrying her stretcher just keep walking forward like mindless Piltovian machines and so the bunny Vastayan soon disappears behind the forest's dense vegetation. Irelia continues mournfully staring at the trees for long after Riven fades from her sight and Karma grimaces as she takes note of her childhood friend's complicated expression.
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"So a bunny Vastayan huh? Those are quite rare and particularly popular during the mating season. I've had a couple of those of course." Ahri grins seductively and the fox Vastayan pretends that she doesn't notice the angry way Irelia's face abruptly twists at her boast or the sudden dangerous glint appearing in the warrior's eyes. Soraka shoots Ahri a disapproving look as she resumes healing her silently fuming patient. It was at times such as those that the kind healer wondered why Irelia and she had even bothered befriending the sultry mischievous seductress…
"I wouldn't really know, Ahri. I have only ever met two Vastayan in my life. You and Riven."
The vixen lowly hums, her tails almost vibrating. The seductress' grin widens as Ahri continues her out loud pondering.
"She must have been a Battle Bunny if she was carrying a runic sword, they are an even rarer breed than normal bunny Vastaya. Proud, solitary and hostile, they are usually extremely hard to approach. Did you perhaps try seducing her?"
That sounded about right. Riven had initially been a real jerk before she had finally started showing Irelia her kinder and more compassionate nature. The Ionian warrior was already missing her.
Irelia of course refrains from voicing any of those thoughts. The Lioness of Ionia merely nods at this new information, hoping that the lack of response would hopefully discourage Ahri and cause the mischievous vixen to start gossiping about something else. Anything else, really.
"Sooo… how was she? Was she muscular or maybe petite? Did she have soft fur all over her face and a small fluffy tail that looked as soft as if it had been made out of the world's most expensive velvet? Did she have any weird tribal marks on her face?"
"She had a normal build, no fur on her face and I don't know about her tail, but her ears were in fact like you have just described. No marks or tattoo's anywhere but she was using white war paint so she might have been hiding them. Now, could you please just leave me alone to rest? I am hungry and tired and I want nothing more than to sleep as soon as Soraka makes sure that I have made a full recovery."
The Captain of the Guard faintly smiles when her dear friend Ahri doesn't continue this particular discussion. But the relieved smile soon dies on her lips when the annoyed vixen suddenly moves closer to her and grasps Irelia's shoulders in an iron grip to get her stupid friend's attention.
"Please tell me that you didn't touch her bunny ears."
Ahri stares at Irelia's confused expression for a few moments before she releases her friend's shoulders with a long tired sigh.
"Damn, you did, didn't you? You definitely touched her bunny ears! No thick carrot stuffing for the poor little bunny this year, I guess." Ahri angrily mutters and Irelia looks at Soraka questioningly when the healer cringes at the vixen's outburst and her mysterious and apparently vulgar, irritated phrasings.
"Irelia might have just brushed them by mistake, Ahri." Soraka quickly interjects to appease the seductress' wrath. "She wouldn't know the consequences of her actions. And it's not like Miss Riven has been utterly ruined for the rest of her life, you know. Riven can find a person to build her nest with at the next mating season."
But Ahri just scoffs at that. "Sure, she will only have to suffer through this one, ostracized, horny and alone and then compete with the younger generation for a suitor. That sounds really fun, doesn't it?"
"What exactly are you two talking about? I just touched her damn bunny ears!" Finally yells a peeved Irelia and Ahri just snorts at her with a particularly menacing expression marring her face before the fox Vastayan abruptly decide to leave the room with a dark scowl and a twist of her snarling lips and while muttering something about a nest- scatterer in the process. Irelia is completely lost at this point.
"Vastayan aren't supposed to be interacting with outsiders, Irelia" Says Soraka after a few passing tense moments. "They see most of humanity as potential dangers to their hidden communities and their tribes will generally go to great lengths to stay far away from even their fellow Ionians unless they have absolutely no other option."
Irelia slowly nods, but she already knew that particular piece of information from both Ahri's rumblings and Karma's soft words during Riven's departure. Soraka stares at her silent friend for a bit longer before she continues after she lets out a rather long tired sigh.
"When you were young you were probably warned against touching any cute baby animals that you might have ended up encountering in the forest. Your mom and dad strictly warned you that the animal's parents would run away and abandon their offspring if you were to ever touch the small adorable baby."
Irelia nods again, her jade-colored orbs intently fixed on the healer even if her expression is showing her complete and utter confusion.
"Well as you probably know by now this warning was in most cases just a means to stop you from disturbing nearby animals, or drawing the negative attention of the baby's parents. Birds and forest critters rarely abandon their little ones if they discover the scent of humans on their offspring. But that regrettably sometimes happens to young Vastaya."
The Captain's eyes instantly widen in shock as Irelia's mouth is now gaping in horror. Soraka hurries to reassure her dear friend before Irelia starts feeling guilty for no reason.
"Don't worry. Riven won't be exiled or ostracized by her family and friends. She just won't be able to find a mate at this season. The other Vastaya will merely notice another's scent mixed on her animal parts and think that the bunny has already been taken. Riven will unfortunately have to spend this season alone, but she will be most certainly able to find a lover at a later date. You just have unintentionally postponed it."
If Soraka would have expected her explanation to calm down her dear friend she would have been sorely disappointed. Irelia does seem to settle down, but the skin around her eyes tightens and creases and the Ionian warrior's full lips become a strained thin line. Clouded emerald orbs slowly rise to find the healer's golden lakes of compassion and if the Starchild would only peek at the Captain's hands she would witness the Lioness' clenched fists and sense the caged emotions seemingly gathered in her friend's extremely tense, white tightened knuckles.
"But Riven has been excluded from this mating season, correct? No one will claim her because of me already marking her as mine."
Soraka silently nods, but Irelia isn't even paying attention to her dear friend anymore. The Ionian Lioness' eyes close and countless drifting images abruptly encompass the warrior's sight.
Two soft white paws are shielding her quivering and vulnerable form when she is standing at death's door.
A pair of ivory fluffy bunny ears is currently tickling her chin as the exhausted Ionian survivor finally falls asleep, the glistering tearstains of slowly drying tears still visible on her deathly pale visage.
There is a kind maroon gaze watching over her when she is being feverish and weak and an anxious shadow that rushes at her side whenever she is having another nightmare.
They suddenly hear approaching footsteps and a tanned Vastayan takes a step forward, her body forming a defiant breathing wall between the still recovering martial artist and her possible attackers.
An obnoxious and annoying bunny is toying with her. An ostracized one is forced to spend a whole season completely alone.
The Lioness of Ionia finally opens her eyes and when she does her gaze is sharper than her family's blades.
"Soraka" The jade-eyed beast suddenly growls "Please be a dear and go find me Ahri."
And the nervous Starchild wisely decides to heed the seething beast's words and so the celestial healer hastily abandons the almost empty infirmary.
0000
*Knock *Knock
Riven growls, feverish and aroused, the sweaty female bunny Vastayan momentary stops trying to satisfy the terrible ache between her loins in order to send an irritated glare towards her locked front door.
"Human-touched bunny Vastayan in here, whoever you are, please, get lost unless you are willing to give me the carrot." The panting warrior growls between her gritted teeth as the tanned woman's hand futilely glides back at her burning flower. Riven had been in heat for almost an entire week now and her peculiar condition had only seemed to be getting worse by the day, especially since every male and female Vastayan of age had been practically avoiding her.
*KNOCK *KNOCK
"Bastards, it's like they are doing this on purpose!"
The white-haired bunny sighs as Riven grudgingly removes her hand from her aching core and then weakly gets up and attempts to reach the front door with the least amount of friction to her loins. The young Vastayan doesn't really bother pausing to throw something on to cover her tanned glistering skin, because for one thing the other Vastaya would probably easily smell her arousal and two, everyone was walking around in the nude during the mating season anyway.
*KNOCK *KNOCK
A fist once again tries to break her bloody door and Riven grunts in anger as the burning in her loins intensifies. The young Vastayan weakly slams her shoulder against the wall as she starts fumbling with the key, her previously unsteady legs already shaking from the exertion as the poor bunny Vastayan takes a long deep breath and finally manages to open the door, her blurry crimson gaze swimming all over the place and unfocused.
"Listen pal, I'm kinda busy right now, so how about you scram before I bend you over the table and fuck you in the ass with a fucking carro-"
The white bunny Vastayan stills as her hazy sight is suddenly greeted with the visage of a familiar female Ionian. A very familiar female Ionian in fact, that is currently wearing a scowl on her face and carrying a dusty traveling rucksack. The previously irritated bunny's voice quickly fades away as Riven's fight-or-flight instincts suddenly go into overdrive.
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"Hello, Riven." The Lioness with the hungry green eyes practically growls at the stunned and startled bunny Vastayan, the Captain's appreciative gaze leisurely wandering across the nude woman's form before stopping at her visibly dripping flower.
"Am I visiting you at a bad time? A bad day?" The hungry beast mutters and Riven tries to smile. Her heartbeat quickens, a tanned hand is already moving to close the door, but a strong pale one grasps it.
"Or a bad season perhaps?" Red eyes turn the size of saucers as Irelia steps into the room and tosses the backpack on the ground. The Battle Bunnies are a fierce and brave tribe, strong and proud, the very image of a fearless warrior. And yet Riven's instincts are currently screaming at her to run! Move! Flee away from the hungry Ionian Lioness that casually closes her front door and swiftly locks it behind her!
"You've been a very bad bunny, Riven."
Growls the female lion and the Vastayan's nose might have instinctively twitched a little bit just from the starved feral heat visibly swirling inside the dark depths of Irelia's jade-colored stare.
"A very naughty bunny indeed, and I've yet to pay you back for all the things that you did to me in that cave."
The bunny Vastayan is so scared that she can't even scream as the black-haired hungry beast leisurely approaches her. This time her nose definitely twitches and that only serves to make the pale terrifying predator even more excited.
0000
An exhausted and nude Riven is contently lying on the bed right next to an apparently pleased and equally nude Irelia. The bunny Vastayan's head is comfortably resting in the crook of the Captain's neck, her body being tightly embraced by the arms of the pale warrior, a strong delicate hand occasionally rising to tenderly run its alabaster fingers across the fluffy white ears of the trapped red-faced bunny.
With her heat taken care of for the time being and the pain in her burning loins subsiding considerably the tanned bunny Vastayan can finally rest. Shivering and moving uncomfortably whenever Irelia leans to press a loving kiss on her temple and lips or gently pauses to caress her twitching long ears.
And Riven doesn't really dislike the Captain's light touch and she doesn't mind the affectionate caressing per se, but every bunny no matter how proud and strong would be feeling a little tense while resting in the loving embrace of such a fierce and beautiful Lioness.
The End
End me: So I have noticed that Irelia is usually the dominant one in Rivelia stories (probably mainly due to Riven's trauma) so I decided to try swapping their roles a little bit.
And so ladies and gentlemen I present to you our pride and Joy, the Vastayan Riven! The Riven you see here ladies & gents is a natural-born snuggler with soft crushing paws capable of any fluffy act and a pair of long white ears to more easily hunt down any would-be strugglers that might try escaping from her during the mating season. She likes carrots, long walks at the beach and tormenting the people that underestimate her because of her cute and innocent appearance.
And now someone out there should turn Irelia into a wolf Vastayan and Syndra into a fox and write a story where the two of them attempt to win the bunny's affection. Bonus points if they have to make out with Zyra so the plantmage will grow for them a very big carrot they will then give to Riven as a present.
And then hunter Caitlyn walks into the woods and spots that cute Vastayan bunny and she sees the dangerous fox and the grinning wolf right next to it and so Cait decides to protect Riven and take her under her protection (and over the kitchen table, but that's another story.)
And then officer Volibear comes in and he is like: Excuse me Ma'm but do you have a license for that rifle that shoots nets and blades and whatevers? And Cait is like: Of course I have a goddamn license you fool! But she doesn't! And so Cait slowly reaches into her skirt's back pocket and grabs her trusty taser and… TASES VOLIBEAR RIGHT IN THE BIRD!
"Omg!" Mutters the shocked Volibear "Why y shoot my police bird, Caitlyn!" And then he looks at his poor unmoving partner, but Anivia is clearly also frozen in shock.