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GUESS WHO’S BACK.

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happy birthday!!

( Many thank, Kris-senpaaaiii! )

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Happy Birthday to me.

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Targon frowned slight beneath his helmet, feeling somewhat bad for the princess, especially given how badly he had always treated her, purely for being married and related to the two people in Demacia he truly despised. The knight gently placed a plated hand of top of Lux’s head, ruffling her her slightly.

“It’s a good thing that you’re such a genuine little girl, isn’t it...?”

“Is this all a joke to you?”

“Is that really what you think this is? A joke? As if my love for my country has never been anything to take seriously?”

She gave him a pointed glare, her fists curled tightly at her side. Her fingernails pressing harshly into her delicate palms.

“Just because I’m not dedicated military like my brother does not mean I do not care for Demacia and its people!”

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“Right. Last time I checked, you treated me like some kind of joke. Not to mention, you had to get me to come do your job.” The knight sneered, his tone as venomous as the look he wore beneath his helmet. His face was contorted in both disgust and rage, his arms crossed as he lent up against his massive shield.

“Is this all a joke to you?”

“Is that really what you think this is? A joke? As if my love for my country has never been anything to take seriously?”

She gave him a pointed glare, her fists curled tightly at her side. Her fingernails pressing harshly into her delicate palms.

“Just because I’m not dedicated military like my brother does not mean I do not care for Demacia and its people!”

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BLOODBORNE SENTENCE STARTERS ( CHANGE PRONOUNS / TENSE ETC AS NECESSARY )

You’re a beast hunter, aren’t you?

We are hunters, the both of us.

Well, that’s most unfortunate.

If you have a change of heart, you know where to come.

There must be oodles for us to share.

May the good blood guide your way.

Good to see you safe.

There’s something I want to tell you.

There must be some safe place to run off to?

Around here, you are the only one I can turn to.

You understand, don’t you?

I knew you’d come back for more.

Whatever happens, you may think it all a bad dream.

Didn’t you see the warning?

How did you get in here?

You have the whole night to dream. Make the best of it.

I have nothing more to offer.

This night is long, but morning always comes.

Remember yourself. You are not a beast.

Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?

May you find your worth in the waking world.

Do the Gods love their creations?

Would you ever think to love me?

I do love you. Isn’t that how you’ve made me?

What a mess you’ve been caught up in.

Prepare yourself for the worst.

My glory days were long ago now.

The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me.

It’s enough to make a man sick.

It will be a long hunt tonight.

You needn’t concern yourself with me.

I can wait. I won’t be afraid.

I’ve much better ways to pass the time.

Don’t you have work to do? Go slit some throats.

Do you think I owe you something?

Don’t you come near me! I know your type.

What, you think I’m a beast?

He’s not to be trusted.

Not even death offers solace.

Have mercy on the poor bastard.

Throw yourself to the wolves.

My god is lost to me, so I must find another.

On a night like this… I took you for a monster.

Thank the stars you’re fairly normal.

This whole place is falling apart.

Do you hear the graveyard murmurs?

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“Ah, well... As long as I haven’t upset the fellow.” Targon muttered as he sat gingerly, trying not to knock anything over as he joined the woman at her table. The knight inhaled the aroma of the tea before taking a short sip, a slight smile coming to his face once he placed the cup down. He nodded a short moment before he began to wolf down his meal in a somewhat dignified manner, though perhaps he was the only one who thought so.

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“I must thank you again for your hospitality, ma’am.” Targon mused as he stroked his beard sagely, his curiosity turned to his surroundings as his host began to serve the evening’s meal. It was a nice enough little hut; in fact, the only complaint he had was that it was a little cramped due to his armour and size. That, and the staring of the snake. The snake was a little bit creepy.

“Does… Does the serpent stare at everybody?”

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BLOODBORNE SENTENCE STARTERS ( CHANGE PRONOUNS / TENSE ETC AS NECESSARY )

You’re a beast hunter, aren’t you?

We are hunters, the both of us.

Well, that’s most unfortunate.

If you have a change of heart, you know where to come.

There must be oodles for us to share.

May the good blood guide your way.

Good to see you safe.

There’s something I want to tell you.

There must be some safe place to run off to?

Around here, you are the only one I can turn to.

You understand, don’t you?

I knew you’d come back for more.

Whatever happens, you may think it all a bad dream.

Didn’t you see the warning?

How did you get in here?

You have the whole night to dream. Make the best of it.

I have nothing more to offer.

This night is long, but morning always comes.

Remember yourself. You are not a beast.

Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?

May you find your worth in the waking world.

Do the Gods love their creations?

Would you ever think to love me?

I do love you. Isn’t that how you’ve made me?

What a mess you’ve been caught up in.

Prepare yourself for the worst.

My glory days were long ago now.

The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me.

It’s enough to make a man sick.

It will be a long hunt tonight.

You needn’t concern yourself with me.

I can wait. I won’t be afraid.

I’ve much better ways to pass the time.

Don’t you have work to do? Go slit some throats.

Do you think I owe you something?

Don’t you come near me! I know your type.

What, you think I’m a beast?

He’s not to be trusted.

Not even death offers solace.

Have mercy on the poor bastard.

Throw yourself to the wolves.

My god is lost to me, so I must find another.

On a night like this… I took you for a monster.

Thank the stars you’re fairly normal.

This whole place is falling apart.

Do you hear the graveyard murmurs?

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“I must thank you again for your hospitality, ma’am.” Targon mused as he stroked his beard sagely, his curiosity turned to his surroundings as his host began to serve the evening’s meal. It was a nice enough little hut; in fact, the only complaint he had was that it was a little cramped due to his armour and size. That, and the staring of the snake. The snake was a little bit creepy.

“Does... Does the serpent stare at everybody?”

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The tall knight smiled at the kind person that had invited him in and offered a warm meal, his curious golden eyes fixated upon her face, "I am indeed a fan of stew, ma'am. And I really don't mind, whichever is easiest for you."

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Lisette placed her hands on her hips, looking over the table and then back to the stranger. “Well, I hope you’re hungry…and like stew…” The smell of the cooking dish filled the cabin from the cast iron pot over the kitchen fire. It had been a bit unexpected, but with the hour being late it would have been rude not to invite her surprise guest in for supper. “Wine or tea?”

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Anybody wanna interact with a new illaoi? Like it reblog if you want to follow. I would love to interact with more.people!

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“Oh, dear. She heard me.”

“Is it legal to steal the small woman or…? Because, seriously, I want one.”

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This is the money pentacle. Reblog and unexpected money will come to you!

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Send me ಠ_ಠ to know an inappropriate thought my muse has had about yours.

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So I made the Samurai a blog.

( Whoops. My finger slipped. Again. )

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So I made the Samurai a blog.

( Whoops. My finger slipped. Again. )