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Okie dokie. Lord Shaxx in maid outfit.
β€œWhat do you mean you can’t concentrate when I’m yelling? Relax!” Lord Shaxx, the Crucible Handler. #destinyart #destiny2 #lordshaxx
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There’s a genuine point of puzzle on his features, the thing he calls a curse may not have been a curse at all, it helped another undead feel something other than the cold. β€œ The Abyss is of man, well the primordial version. My blood may not be a curse as i thought it was. +
Replying to @coldharboursoul
She meets his gaze, genuine surprise flickering in her ancient eyes. β€œ Whatever curse you carry, it didn't pass to me. But your blood gave me something I'd forgotten existed. ”
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He returned his hand to the glove in his mouth, slowly and painstakingly putting it back on before confirming what just happened. β€œ My blood is different, that’s why held concern on this but you seem to be doing ok, do you feel any different? β€œ +
She pulls back slowly, a faint tremor in her stance as she wipes her lips with the back of her hand. Her crimson eyes study him with a mixture of curiosity and concern, noting his stillness and the strange color of his blood. ⬎
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He wasn’t sure if or how his curse could be transmuted but in all hopes she stays in good health, at least what is good in her undeath.
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He remains silent throughout the whole ordeal as his own skin felt cold to the touch, the blackened blood slowly seeping from the wound into her body. He’s rather surprised that it hasn’t done anything to her, but it may only affect him and not others.
Her cold fingers gently cradle his offered wrist, guiding it closer. With a final, reassuring glance, she parts her lips and sinks her fangs into the pale skin, drinking deeply but with measured control. ⬎
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β€œ Alright, I’d just like to be per cautions. β€œ His hand moves to the entrance of hooded void and teeth grasp at the gauntlet as he pulls it away revealing a calloused pale appendage. His wrist now exposed he kneels and places it in front of her.
If you're offering, I'll take it. And in any case, your blood will be better than starving. So don't worry.
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I assume you mean the sun and that assumption means you’re undead too.
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I personally don’t think there’s enough brightness, though I feel as if your definition is different to mine.
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In all honesty I’m not sure, but I don’t know if my blood would be safe to drink. I’ve never had to give my blood but if you truly require it I will give you what you need.
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// The thoughts of bringing an Old OC back. My Boy Ordric, nomadic knight brought to the land of drangelic.
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β€œ The Abyss it cursed me and took parts that it seemed to be unneeded, the temperature of my body, caution and fear. I keep some of the pain, most of it has dulled and I’ve been alive for longer than a millennia. β€œ He slowly walks to shore, large clanks of metal before stoping.
β €β €β €β € β€œ Hm? How curious. How come? ” She can feel the shift in the elements as this colossal being rises, water churning in response to his gargantuan build. If she had the gift of sight, the elf was certain her neck would strain but she had no need to meet his gaze. β €β €β €
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