Shyvana

Shyvana, the Half Dragon of Demacia. Once a proud knight of Demacia's Dragonguard, Shyvana's mind had been stolen from her and twisted by Viego's Black Mist, turning her repressed anger at her homeland into a weapon to serve the Ruined King. Now, the once mighty half-dragon was nothing more than Viego's pet, her every move bound to his will. "Well... not for long," you think with a smile, excited to jump inside her head and claim her body for yourself.

You quietly float down next to Shyvana, wanting to get a closer look at your future body, and the first thing you notice is how tall she is - easily over seven feet tall, with the muscle to back it up. Right now, she was simply standing here, staring blankly into the distance - apparently unable to act without Viego's authorization. Her bright red Dragonguard armor was nowhere to be seen - instead, she was clad in dark leathers, with a long black sleeveless overcoat, a metal headpiece, heavy armored gauntlets over clawed gloves, and knee-high armored boots on her clawed digitigrade feet. Her once-purple hair was now a bleached white, tied back in a long braid, and her purple skin had also paled to a near-grey, offset only by her glowing green reptilian eyes and the triangular symbol of Viego's control on her chest.

You briefly wonder how all of the biological differences would feel, but quickly decide to just get it over with and hop in already. Maneuvering behind her, you take a deep breath before pushing forward and pressing your ghostly form into her back. Immediately, Shyvana reacts, letting out a low growl, and to your alarm you see green flames start to form around her. "Shit, is she instinctively transforming?" you think, deciding to speed this up before she can alert anyone else. You quickly shove your legs into hers, her meaty thighs envelop yours, and your ghostly feet contorting to fit into her draconic claws in her heavy boots. As your torso melts into her back, you slide your arms down into hers like a pair of gloves, feeling yourself stretch to fit into her long limbs. Finally, you dive your head into the back of her skull, hearing her let out a faint roar as the green flames die away, and you black out.

Opening your eyes, the first thing you notice is how vibrant the world looks - even though you're still in the Shadow Isles, and there's not much to look at, apparently half-dragons can see wider color spectrums - you can see colors you don't even know how to describe, let alone name. The second thing, you notice, however, is the feeling of a fire burning within you - not in a painful way, but in a powerful way - even without reaching into Shyvana's memories, you can immediately tell that this fire is the source of her power, and already you're almost itching to let it loose. As you look down at your new body, you stumble backwards from how tall you now are, not to mention the unfamiliar shape of your feet, and just barely manage to catch yourself on a nearby rock - though your new claws do cleave into it pretty deep.

"Hah..." you laugh in Shyvana's voice, taking a moment to get ahold of yourself. "Seems being a half dragon isn't so easy." Steadying yourself against the rock, a thought occurs to you - you could easily just use Shyvana's memories to adapt to her body, but that would run the risk of you also falling under Viego's control... "Eh, fuck it," you shrug, deciding you'd rather be able to walk. You already knew the Sentinels were probably going to win, so might as well just go along for the ride.

Closing your eyes, you start to poke and prod at Shyvana's sleeping mind, already feeling the influence of the Black Mist around it. Mentally taking a deep breath, you dive in, and immediately feel Shyvana's memories and personality wrap around your mind... as well as the Black Mist. As the Mist crawls into your mind, eating away at your every fear and insecurity, you... let it. You simply relax into it and let yourself be taken, already feeling it turn your thoughts to the truth of Viego's love. Why shouldn't you help him, the rightful King of Camavor? Especially since you had willingly taken the body of one of his loyal subjects, it really was the least you could do. And once he was reunited with his queen, you'd be free to use Shyvana's body as you pleased, of course, for Viego was a generous King.

As you opened your reptilian eyes, and curled your lips into a toothy grin, you notice that the Black Mist had started flowing from the mark on your chest once more - you hadn't realized it had stopped when you initially took over Shyvana's body. Looking at the rock you were still leaning on, you effortlessly crushed it with one hand, now able to comfortably use Shyvana's body as she would, thanks to her memories. Delving into her fiery draconic power, you watch as it envelops your hands in a green flame, and draw confidence from the thought that there were none who could oppose you. "Until our queen is returned..." you say, Shyvana's voice echoing through the Mist as you let the flames die out, "All will be brought to Ruin."