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"We shall spread chaos to the world. We steal the hearts and souls of those not worthy in our eyes."
" With the absences of a heart our bodies never truely have a form, so in the night we come out with our animal instincts."
" We are the Night hunters and you are our prey!"
" Those of us who are born in the dark, see nothing but darkness all day. Too look at the light for the first times stinks. Too look at it a second enrages."
This lines flashed into Lyods mind as the wind whipped by his face he raced along the tree top in the midst of the hunt. Poor unworthy soul it was really far too easy. He thought to himself as he flipped and landed just in front of the fleeing figure he had been chasing. He stumbled back and fell. Lyod stood half in the shadows he must have looked like a grim reaper because the prey had just wet itself. He debated drawing his Weapon That Never Was to Slay this one, but that wouldn't be needed after all sunset was fast approaching. Instead Lyod fixed his tie, and dusted off the fine looking suit he was wearing.