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[bloodcloakeddragon-blog]

Humanity is Persistent. [CHAPTER 2]

@averageassassin

This place limited him, weakened him. His heart empty, his immunity gone, the sun threatens him. Adrenaline is all that kept him moving, the fight or flight instinct in his very being. 

Well, it just barely worked. He couldn’t think, couldn’t remember where the place he left last was. That was a useless endeavor. He just needs somewhere out of the sunlight for now. 

And in the eyes of someone else, he is a stranger with embers threatening his exposed skin, desperately climbing up a fire escape, into the open window of some empty building, leaving an increasing trail of smoke. 

[tyrantofnoxus]

@averageassassin

There were far too many people who assumed that if you were a military man in a higher position either you were completely strict without a sense of fun or else you were a decadent lush. Both extremes would, at some point, cause a man to crack, which is why Swain had made it part of his lifestyle to try and find the time to do things of enjoyment in moderation. Whether it be taking walks, reading, or enjoying the pleasures of casual drinking and fraternisation, it was the sort of thing that helped keep a man sane.

Keeping that in mind, during these trying times nothing could help a man better understand the world around him than a nightcap. Or, at the very least, allow the circumstances to be better soothed into the conscious understanding. So now here he was, the Grand General of Noxus, looking for a bottle of something. Wine would have been the preference, but failing that beer or even a hard liquor would do the trick. At least he wasn’t alone in this enterprise, as someone else was making their way inside.

“There seems to be a shortage of fine vintages here, but if you help me look a bit I’m sure there must be a bottle or two of brew for this sweltering heat!”