Summary: When people think of the tragedies that occurred during the invasion of Ionia by Noxus they think of unarmed villagers and proud soldiers perishing in Singed's bombings. Nobody ever remembers the loyal mascot of the deceased Fury Company. Nobody remembers of the brave poro that fought and died alongside a certain female Noxian commander.

Warning: Poro deaths and tragedy.

"Petunia.." Riven whispers with the taste of blood filling her mouth and the explosions of the Zaunite melters smothering her voice. The young Poro whimpers as it approaches its dying owner, the tiny white creature's wide sky blue eyes wet and overflowing with childish tears.

A giant canister filled with acid abruptly falls from the dark clouded sky and promptly annihilates at least a couple more fleeing Noxian soldiers.

"P-Petunia." The white-haired Noxian tries to utter again as the poisonous fumes slowly corrode Riven's insides. The injured Noxian Commander then coughs a few droplets of warm scarlet blood causing the little Poro to whimper even louder. Riven attempts to smile through her pain as she uses her only remaining hand to stroke the head of the tiny crying being, and she then pauses when she notices that she is only spreading more blood and soot on the alabaster fur of the unlikely mascot of the doomed Fury Company.

A great explosion suddenly shatters the ground mere meters away from the two unlikely comrades and the screams of the dying soldiers abruptly rise in a terrifying crescendo.

"R-run…" Mutters the Noxian Commander and the little Poro shakes its head in determined refusal.

Another barrage of Zaunite bombs fills the already toxic air around them with even more deadly chemicals and Riven grits her teeth as she uses the frail bloodied fingers of her sole hand to push away the whimpering mass of fur that's staring at her in clear confusion. The small Poro gasps at the violent behavior of its usually affectionate owner, but it then reluctantly approaches the coughing swordswoman once more when it suddenly realizes that the soldier is in pain. A trembling burnt hand gives the startled Poro another weak shove as the cloud of venom starts engulfing the two unlikely survivors.

"R-run away you stupid furball! J-just run…"

The sudden yell almost tears Riven's vocal cords, the coughing fit causes the wounded swordswoman's eyes to blur with new tears. A tiny wet tongue starts licking the dying soldier's bloody face when the white-haired warrior somewhat lifts her face from the mud. Two rows of miniature teeth bite at Riven's dirty torn sleeve and attempt to drag the injured swordswoman away from the green toxins and the loud thunderous noises.

It is ridiculous, it is futile. Riven weakly draws her arm away from her teary-eyed beloved pet, the green gasses already swirling around her bloodied and broken body.

"L-le-ave me alone!" Yells the poisoned Commander with a voice that fades in the chaos of the descending bombs. "Why won't you just abandon me like my co-untry and my parents!" More blood trickles down the chin of the dying Noxian.

The little white ball of fur instantly starts sobbing, both shocked and confused by the harsh tone of its owner's voice. The tiny Poro had eaten all of its food and practiced its battle cry like it owed to. It was determined to do its best and make Riven proud the next time someone needed to rally the Fury Company! Petunia would boost the morale of the soldiers with her mighty roar and protect the kind white-haired swordswoman like Riven had protected her so many years ago, when the warrior had found the Poro starving in those filthy underground fighting kennels.

"R-r-r-r-u.. n" Breathes out the bleeding soldier as her eyes slowly close and the small creature opens its tiny mouth to show Riven its new battle cry, but the only thing that comes out is a faint and trembling whimper.

Riven ignores it. Her chest motionless and her eyes closed, and the little creature starts panicking now when it realizes that it has obviously disappointed its kind savior.

But it won't back down, it can do this! It can save Riven! It can help! It just needs to roar like the other Noxians do! Yell like the collapsed soldiers that are convulsing around them on the ground! Its faint mewls can hopefully boost the morale of those men and help her save her soundlessly sleeping snow-haired savior! Petunia can finally protect the stoic yet affectionate Noxian swordswoman. The tiny furry creature just needs to make a loud enough sound!

The Poro tries to roar, again and again and again as the chemical explosions shake the ground and the green fumes starts dimming its vision. Its once pristine white fur now covered in ash and tiny red droplets. The Poro attempts to roar once more as the ground starts shaking.

But the tiny crying creature that Riven had saved can't roar like a warrior and its owner is mad at it and she is ignoring it, and so the tiny quivering Poro starts licking the dead swordswoman's black bloodied fingers and begins sobbing for forgiveness as the chemical barrage above them continues. The toxic fumes coiling around Petunia and her only friend like acidic poisonous blankets.