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“ oh – you are aware? “ on one hand, sylvie was definitely no stranger to death. on the other, she couldn’t quite wrap her finger around what exactly she had just witnessed, so gaping at the sight in front of her seemed like a pretty appropriate reaction for the time being. her gaze travelled from the warhammer to his newly cleaned attire and the brunette’s features morphed into a very puzzled expression. of course, her fingers were already unclasping the holster she had on her hip, ready to take out her glock from it’s resting place at any moment. “ i’d really love to hear a good explanation about…this. “

   To answer, he simply lifts the warhammer. The broken body starts to reform, a set of leathery wings snapping and shifting back into place. The horned skull begins to knit back together as the entity starts to squirm and writhe in place. And then Ludovic drops the hammer again. The skull shatters, and the body goes still. His boots are ruined again, but cantrips are cantrips. He can cast it again if he wants to. He’ll look down at the body, up again, and then shrug.

  “Pest removal. Just need to do one last step to finish the job.”

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    “Unless they attack me or mine, I have no quarrel with any creatures other than those demonic in nature. Some may prey on humans, but do humans not prey on other creatures themselves? Is it any different for a vampire to drink a man’s blood than for someone to grill a steak? Yes, the human is hurt in the process if it isn’t a bite they’re expecting, but the cow is also harmed by the axe.”

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Dark Souls II - Ruin Sentinel

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  “Ragnvald, if you want me to let my guard down, you’ll have to kill me to do it.”

   A creature that’s been at war for over a thousand years is bound to be a tightly wound spring. One that’s had his kingdom burned to ash right in front of him is bound to be even worse. Ludovic was worse. He was a tightly wound spring set in a watch with no hands, tension without a set purpose or goal. And it was getting to him. Forty years wasn’t a very long time to something that could live about two thousand, so he was still processing exactly what had gone on that fateful year. It wasn’t really something one could process easily, and there weren’t very many grief counsellors who could understand the whole ‘I’m not from this realm and saw the realm I grew up in burned to the ground by a demon army’ thing.

   So, he wasn’t in a very great place mentally. Or physically, judging by the fact that he had a white-knuckle grip on the mug of coffee he held in his hands. Was it anger? Stress? A combination of the two? Probably.

  “Seriously. If I let it down for a second, Thraxatiel is going to find me and then I’ll have to fight him. Here. In a bookstore.”

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  “Listen. I’m aware of how bad this looks.”

   He'd killed something. Humanoid, by the looks of it. The frost-coated head of a warhammer sitting on top of what was once it’s skull made it a little more difficult to identify. Ludovic snapped his fingers, and the gore from his clothes and boots disappeared without much fuss. A simple cantrip, really.

  “... But hear me out before you start shooting at me.”

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So, a modern/urban fantasy au. Everything is the same, except the Shard fell back in the mid-80s. Ludovic lives among humans, though has to stay on the move almost constantly because he’s actively being hunted by the demon general who finally brought down the Citadel. That’s all he does. He just travels from town to town like a more metal version of the Littlest Hobo, slaying any demons who cross his path.

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Looks-wise, when he’s in his natural state, Ludo’s basically a large white shire horse with an extra pair of legs and a harpoon on his head.

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He knows he’s caught something.. not of this world, those years back, when he’s gotten his first camera as a gift. Tomas remembers going down the familiar path in the woods where it leads to a lovely stream of clear water, where the rocks are smoothed out by strong currents, where sometimes one can spot gentle wildlife sipping on the clear water on a warm Summer day. He went there to take photos of the rabbits, being quiet and patient as he waits for a full hour before one rabbit emerged to drink from the stream.

In the photo, he caught an ethereal light shaped like a horse, but with a wispy form. Tomas was sure that he’s gotten a split second image of a spirit, perhaps, because when he looked up, nothing was by the rabbit. Years after, Tomas finds himself at the very same stream, camera in hand, waiting patiently, steadily taking photos with lowered shutter levels in hopes to capture the wisp again.

     Well, someone’s about to get the shock of his life. The ‘horse’ has visited this one particular stream often, because it’s close to where a major portal used to be. Another one taken out by human development, sadly enough. But that was long ago, back when the land was ruled by a lord, with serfs underneath to plow fields and sow crops. Nothing much could be done about it.  Revenge was just a waste of resources back then, as it still was.

     He was taking a quick nap, hidden by the tree line when he saw someone taking photos of the place. Great. They’d probably end up on a blog or something and more humans would show up and ruin the place further. So the unicorn stirred, and walked up behind him. Oddly silent for something that was carrying the weight of a small car on top of six hooves. And then he poked his barb-headed horn right over the kid’s shoulder.

    “If you blog about this, just don’t tell anyone where it is, alright?”

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"You're being watched."

       “I know. It’s a wizard, trying to harvest my blood.” He’s stopped on his journey to grab a quick drink from a stream and eat some of the provisions he’s packed. It isn’t much a reprieve, but he doesn’t have much time to waste on things like food and drink. Moving deeper into the forest was more important. “I’m not worried. I know exactly where they are.”

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Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

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