How about Haurchefant biting your neck in general? Without being a vampire ;))))
“Welllll...to say he (or I) would be unwilling might be a lie.”

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How about Haurchefant biting your neck in general? Without being a vampire ;))))
“Welllll...to say he (or I) would be unwilling might be a lie.”
If haurchefant was a vampire, would you let him bite your neck?
“I...probably not? Lest I turn into one myself.”
To Carry the Light
It had been just over a month since Elior felt the biting Coerthan winds against his face, his heavy armor doing surprisingly little to keep the cold out. He marched into Camp Dragonhead, receiving wary looks from the Ishgardian knights scattered about, just as he had the first day he went there. Yet, he paid them no mind. The warm welcome given to him by Lord Haurchefant had been more than enough to make him feel like he could come and go as he pleased.
A lot had happened in such a short time; a lot had changed. Looking around the camp, he felt like he had entered a pocket of time that had stood still amidst the chaos. While he grappled with the Garlean threat outside, Ishgard continued at its own mysterious pace. It gave Elior a strange sense of unsettling relief. They hid from Eorzea’s problems, but at what cost to themselves?
Perhaps this was a subject to open to the lord when he would meet with him. The title Warrior of Light kept circling in his mind. It was now his responsibility to defend Eorzea, to call upon those who were capable of assistance—the Ishgardians included. The title was a heavy crown, one that felt, at times, utterly misplaced.
Elior approached the Fortemps knight who stood watch in front of Haurchefant’s office, giving the man a short bow. “I would like to speak with Lord Haurchefant, if he is available,” he said. The knight evidently recognized him and nodded, pushing the door open for him to enter.
“My Lord, the Warrior of Light is here to speak with you.”
He opened his mouth to insist that just Elior was enough, but the intrigued gazes of the other knights in the office silenced him. He smiled upon meeting Haurchefant’s gaze, and gave the lord a respectful bow. “I have come to deliver news of our recent battle, if you’ve the time for me.”
oh look its mr high and mighty self righteous wol man
“You’re mistaken. I am only here to help.”
Final Fantasy XIV: cutie patootie Trailer Protagonist.
When I look at the piece, I’ll always remember being very particular with the artist (Akihiko Yoshida) about the positioning not only to illustrate each character’s status and relationship with the player, but also to hint at what lies for them in the future. I wonder how those who have completed the main scenario will interpret the picture’s layout… (Yoshi-P)
Have some Haurchefant~
Haurchefant of the Silver Fuller
オルシュファン様
Haurchefant de Fortemps. He deserves to carry the proper family name.
It would seem that heretics have begun an uprising within the city itself. You return to Ishgard, and, with Ysayle’s aid, seek to bring a peaceful end to the senseless destruction. Upon entering the war-torn city, you are reunited with Lord Haurchefant.
❝ Mark well our faces, Warrior of Light, for we are the Warriors of Darkness. Walkers of a different path. And we shall meet again. ❞
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