//First order of business, now that I am making a return here...
G e t a n e w t h e m e ! ! !
God what was I thinking with my current one...
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*Opens the coffin of this old grumpy bat blog*
Offers coffee
She gracefully accepts and takes a sip, before wincing for a moment.
"Oof, I have been away for so long I forgot the taste of this."
*Opens the coffin of this old grumpy bat blog*
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handsome women covered in blood. reblog.
🙶 What about a little friendly competition, Dearest~? — Teeth, Claws, Weapons & Magic; all fair in-game mediums & tactics counting. 🙷 The Vampiress would give her a pleasant & confident simper; as gesturing towards the numerous targets spreading far beyond the grounds. 🙶 Whoever ends with more of them down; gets one wish granted from the other~ ♥ 🙷
The immortal huntress stood silently, her gaze going over the targets spread around. She had come to be more and more familiar with the makeshift course that was made here. She was confident it would hardly break a sweat out of her, were she still able to do that.
"A wish, hmmm? What is your ploy here, Emilia? You do not hold these challenges without an ulterior motive, or a certainty to you prevailing."
Icy blue eyes directed them towards the other vampiress. She wondered what trick she had up her sleeve. Aside the usual abilities their kin has, she knew Emilia to be versed in magics, but to what extend was a mystery.
The seemingly-innocent simper would not throw her off. In fact, it only amplified any suspicion that there was more at play than was known to her.
Soulstealer verse open
// With spoopy month being a thing now, I’ll have Soulstealer Vayne available
Like this post if you want me to write something for a starter
A Black Cat with a purple & golden bow with a rose brooch makes her way until being close enough to the Demacian. Tail proudly & gleefully up, purring against her legs in a welcoming & a bit possessive stance, before looking up at her with her big golden eyes. Meowing once, clearly, an order a request 'Pick me up, or i'll bite your ankles'
The huntress looked down from behind her crimson shades, to the feline at her feet. Face stoic, not betraying any emotion behind the approach, she kept her eyes on the animal.
"Where I deter the approach of others, animals have no qualm with me..." she mused, sighing silently.
Debating silently, she eventually crouched down grabbing the cat by the neck, bringing her to her own eye level. Inspecting the small creature, Shauna noticed the purple and golden bow. "Obviously, you are not a stray..." Then the rose brooch caught the Night Hunter's eye. Saying nothing, she merely squinted her eyes at the item and then to the cat's golden eyes.
First order of the day/night
//Updated my rules page, so that they are consistent across my blogs
For mobile users: Rules
*Dusts off the blog*
-cricket sounds and tumbleweeds pass by-
The small boy jumped and clung to the older woman with a large smile.
"Hello my dearest Jack." Her hand went to ruffle the boy's hair as she knelt down to his height.
"How have you been? Not getting in any trouble, I assume?"
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The Grey Mages have deemed it necessary to remain anonymous, though we has also concluded not being able to interact directly can be violently annoying.
SO, HEREFORTH, WE DECREE- This blog shall exist with the sole purposes of causing magical shenanigans, asking difficult questions, and being a generally loud nuisance towards all those blogs that choose to follow us.
There will never be a mandatory request, as should be expected: pick and choose whatever effects or queries we toss at you.
WE HAVE SPOKEN.
(Also, the Mages ask that those who follow kindly reblog this so others may find our power.)
Since I'm trying to return to this bat-wifey, I went an cleaned out my inbox. Apologies if anyone was still waiting for me to get to them.
The last year has been... special... But I am aiming to return to this blog more often and steady than I have been in the past 12 months.
"Lucian calls me reckless. That's rich, coming from a guy who literally went on a suicide mission into the Shadow Isles to duke it out with some wraith tossing lanterns and hooks at his pretty face. Were it not for Senna busting free, he would not be walking around any more."
"Monsters, demons and now ghouls, wraiths and the Black Mist... And some Ruined King behind all of this, hell-bent on destroying everything in search of his dead wife? Not on my watch..."
She looks at her new weapons and a smirk cuts across her face.
"New toys to try out. But first, I got a score to settle with that she-beast..."
//I'm sorry, but I'm going on hiatus again...