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is your demon form able to feel lust?

“Just like any creature would, yes, I can feel lust. But I’m rather picky with who I show it to.” 

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"You leave my pet alone."

“Oh that's what that is. I was unaware Darkin could be tamed in such a matter”

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“That's quite the shame.” his luminescent claws tap against his chin as he gives a coy smile to the darkin.  “So are you the only one? I haven't seen a darkin walk on this land for centuries, of course.. perhaps I’ve missed a lot. I have been in prison for quite some time ..”

He drums his fingers against the metal head of the darkin. "You're no wraith."

Growl. “OBSERVANT. Stop that, before I decide to test whether the boy’s shadow stepping works on your BACKSIDE.”

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“Are you flirting with me, that’s absolutely adorable you murderous metal creature you. If you had cheeks I would pinch them. Unfortunately, 90 percent of your face is metal.”

He drums his fingers against the metal head of the darkin. "You're no wraith."

Growl. “OBSERVANT. Stop that, before I decide to test whether the boy’s shadow stepping works on your BACKSIDE.”

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“Hmm, perhaps, not something I can deny now can’t I? I have been caught red-handed by a little dragon man.”

"Do you always touch your rear in public spaces or were you feeling a bit BOLD today?"

“Are you always peeping on people or are you just particularly interested in my toosh?”

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“Freedom is freedom, isn’t it? I just want to see the world and enjoy my immortal life without humans running up to me asking where magic is from. It is quite boring, annoying... honestly, I wonder how you put up with such nonsense. Being a prince and all, you must have so many scurry up to you asking for advice.” He emphasizes the word ‘scurry’ by moving his hands and fingers, mimicking the tiny feet pounding on the ground and his luminescent claws drum in the air. 

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“Humans are willing to change with a bit of push, but it never comes easily does it not?” His claws drift in the air, playing with the smoke that seemed to waft itself off his form. It was as if it were seeping through the magic runes that were on his skin. As if they were carved into his flesh. “Perhaps I can help, maybe, maybe not. Of course, I would have to know what it brings for me. You see I don’t do anything without a little deal.” The chains on his arms clicked against the ground as he shifted his position slightly. Eyes narrowing at the prince in thought.

“…My freedom would be nice.”

“A push…? I suppose that is the quickest way to see things done, however, it is not the change I wish to see. I wish for the people to understand… To truly believe that all Demacians, whether born with arcane powers or not, are equal and all beloved by their state.”

Jarvan’s brow furrowed as he looked at the man before him, finally noticing the runes and the obvious - magic - to him. It was not that the magic was what made him so suspicious, but rather, the chains on his arms. He liked to imagine that no person would ever imprison another without good reason, although he himself had seen firsthand that was not always the case. 

“What would you do with this newfound freedom, sir? I am sure you understand I cannot so easily free another without first understanding his intentions and desires. After all, I have a people to look after.”

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“Just a guess I suppose. It is not often I am faced with such a beast as yourself. The demons of the lunar years know many things. A dragons scent is something that is hard to forget.”

"Do you always touch your rear in public spaces or were you feeling a bit BOLD today?"

“Are you always peeping on people or are you just particularly interested in my toosh?”

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“Humans are willing to change with a bit of push, but it never comes easily does it not?” His claws drift in the air, playing with the smoke that seemed to waft itself off his form. It was as if it were seeping through the magic runes that were on his skin. As if they were carved into his flesh. “Perhaps I can help, maybe, maybe not. Of course, I would have to know what it brings for me. You see I don’t do anything without a little deal.” The chains on his arms clicked against the ground as he shifted his position slightly. Eyes narrowing at the prince in thought.

 “...My freedom would be nice.”

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“It depends on if devoting yourself to the people has any perks. What exactly do they provide for you? I’m sure they are willing to die for you, aren’t they?” The wraiths head cocked tot he side as he spoke, glowing eyes narrowing as his lips quivered into a smile. 

“Then may I ask why do you wander so far into cursed lands. Has anyone ever told you playing with magic is a bad thing? Even so, walking through such corrupted areas of it? Oh, of course they have. Demacia was one of those many places that feared uncontrolled magic did they not?”

“Y- yes, my people are known for their suspicion of magic. Indeed, Demacia was built upon a shared fear of magic from days long past,” Jarvan nodded. “Even so, times have since changed. While uncontrolled magic can and still is dangerous, there has been a shift in how people see those born with arcane gifts. Where once, they were… always to be shunned and feared, the people grew to understand that nonetheless, those with magic were still… people.”

“That is why I am here now. I seek any knowledge I can find about magic so I might be able to propose a school of magic where mages can learn to control and even utilise their gifts.”

He smiled, a little unsure of himself. “I understand… my people’s fears, but I wish to see my people unified and to know they never need fear one another again. Perhaps it is wishful thinking, but nonetheless, this is what I dedicate myself to doing…”

“Is there… would you be willing to help me in this endeavour, sir?”

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“Peeping is hardly the word for it, rather than observing. You are wiggling yourself around in public, yet you are shocked that someone can see? If it bothers you so much little dragon, perhaps somewhere private.”

"Do you always touch your rear in public spaces or were you feeling a bit BOLD today?"

“Are you always peeping on people or are you just particularly interested in my toosh?”

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“It depends on if devoting yourself to the people has any perks. What exactly do they provide for you? I’m sure they are willing to die for you, aren't they?” The wraiths head cocked tot he side as he spoke, glowing eyes narrowing as his lips quivered into a smile.  “Then may I ask why do you wander so far into cursed lands. Has anyone ever told you playing with magic is a bad thing? Even so, walking through such corrupted areas of it? Oh, of course they have. Demacia was one of those many places that feared uncontrolled magic did they not?”

The demon runs his claws against the princes' armor, scratching it gently. Smoke billowing from his lips as he spoke. "This is clearly no place for a man of your position to be."

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Jarvan looked upon the - man? No man he ever saw spoke with smoke upon his breath, but he did not wish to assume the worst of him - with his face betraying little emotion. He stood his ground, unwilling to step back and give him an inch, even if his desire was indeed to intimidate. 

“There are many who imagine that a Prince should do nothing more than sit atop his tower, in a heavily defended fortress, and be idle save his luxuriating in all that his people’s gold can afford him without giving second thought as to the circumstance of the common folk,” Jarvan replied evenly. “I am, however, of the opinion that it is the duty of a Prince to do all he can to protect and provide for his people, even if it should mean being in places considered… no place for he.”

“That is how one should devote oneself to one’s people, do you not agree, sir?”

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“ooh, she's correct.” The wraith chuckled, taking a few puffs from the pipe as he exhaled the smoke between his large fanged mouth. “Apparently your ‘mama’ never told you that offering a demon a good time is a bad first impression.”

"What's wrong with you little bird?" The wraith props his chin up with his claws.

“I want to fuuuuuuuckkkkkk.”

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“Well, aren't you a forward little bird.” The wraith hummed to himself, translucent claws producing an ornate pipe. He held out the object, smoke rising from the tip as he offered it to her.  “Perhaps this shall calm such nerves.” 

"What's wrong with you little bird?" The wraith props his chin up with his claws.

“I want to fuuuuuuuckkkkkk.”

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“Mating season? I was unaware everyone would fall back to their basic carnal needs.” 

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The Wraith

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Wrote a bit of lore, have a look !

Just an Update

Blog is converting to a lunar wraith Sylas So Lore and headcanons will be updated

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Just an Update

Blog is converting to a lunar wraith Sylas So Lore and headcanons will be updated