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Jullien: I'm totally shoobed! He'll keep coming after me and everyone I know.
Trajen: Sometimes I wish I wasn't everyone you know.
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Sorry, love. I'm sure you're very good at what you do, and you are extremely beautiful, but I don't feel like treating another sentient creature as a commodity to be bought and sold. I've got enough sin on my soul. I'm not looking to add anymore tonight.
Dagger Ixur/ Jullien eton Anatole, Born of Legend (The League, Sherrilyn Kenyon) Possibly one of the better ways to turn down a working girl. Leading to a conversation with the man who will become his best friend. And another misunderstood soul.
The League® The #1 New York Times bestselling series. The League®: Nemesis Rising®, Nemesis Legacy® Nemesis Dynasty™ Every Live Has A Price™ In the Ichidian Universe, no one was safe. People were dragged from their homes and killed in the streets- victims of a ruthless tyrant who was bent on being the sole ruler of their entire cosmos. Those who opposed him and his army formed an alliance called The League. After they put down the tyrant Justicale Cruel, the League realized that the best way to keep trouble from starting was to cut it off at its head. A separate group of soldiers was needed, The League Assassins. Highly trained and highly valued, they are the backbone of today’s government. But not even the League is immune to corruption… Welcome to a world where corrupt assassination politics dominate everything and everyone. It’s kill or be killed. You’re either the hunter or the prey, and every life has a price. Most live in fear. We fight back. These are the men and women who come from the streets and from bloodied backgrounds of survival. You just have to decide if they’re better than the ones chasing you… Or worse. Sarcastic, loyal, highly trained and lethal, these men and women are the next generation of heroes who have come together to protect the innocent from the corrupt governments and The League that prey on those who can’t stand against them. They know how to laugh in the face of madness and danger, and to endure the worst The League and their enemies can hurl at them. They will not stand by and watch greed, tyranny and injustice tear their worlds apart any longer. The war is on… ( x )
MY NAME IS DAGGER IXUR
The name is Dagger. Dagger Ixur. At least that's what I've been calling myself since the first rebellious move perpetrated against the old hag and bitchest bitch of them all, Ariadne. Also known as my not-so-lovely grandmother. That's right. You've figured it out. My real name is Jullien eton Anatole. And before you start your assumptions and throw your accusations solely based on what you know of me, consider this: behind every smile, great scars lie beneath. If you chose to stay, then welcome to my humble abode. You are welcomed to stay, interact and converse with me. I promise I don't bite. Much. I do have fangs after all... With love, Your favourite contentious asshole.
Jullien eton Anatole’s AKA Dagger Ixur’s Tavali patch/Canting. It’s good to be a Space Pirate!
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It's never easy. Those blows are staggering. And the hardest ones are always the ones we give to ourselves. The flogging shrill sounds of our consciences that never lets us forget the cost of our survival or the voices of those who hurt us most. No matter how hard we try, we cannot drown them in alcohol or purge them with drugs. They return as demonic spirits to torture us long after we've buried them and moved on.
Trajen
Life isn't about finding answers. It doesn't make sense. Maybe it's not supposed to. It's just a random fucking universe determined to test us to our utmost abilities. And maybe that's its true purpose, after all. To help us see and our real mettle. Because that's what it does. In those most dismal hours when we've been kicked in the throat and had our hearts ripped from our chests and our balls handed to us, when we're lying in the gutter with no more strength, we find out who and what we really are. Doesn't matter if you're born prince or pauper. Those trying times strip us to the core to show the universe, and us, what we're made of. You either get back up and into the Ring to fight another round, or you lie down and you let the buzzards have you.
Trajen
Life is nothing but a horror movie that we're all trying to survive as best we can while it does its best to leave us as bloody corpses lying hacked to pieces in shallow graves. Every single day is a new battle we face that leaves us weary soldiers, wondering what enemy lies beyond the next hill that might be a peaceful undertaking, or mined with unseen explosives waiting to rip us to shreds when we least expect it. And there comes a point where you find yourself standing on top of that hill after so many better beings than you have fallen, and you don't understand it. Why them and not you? They were pure, kind hearts and you are blackened and burned to the core of your rotten soul by your actions. So wasted and damaged. No wonder no one has ever loved you. And if no one could love you when you were shiny and new and unscarred and unsullied by the hell you've been through, how in the name of the gods could anyone possibly want you like this? Used up and ashamed, you're no longer even sure if you can love another when you can't even stand to look at your own reflection. You just want to crawl inside a hole and die because there's nothing left inside you now except that al-consuming pain and self-loathing. Yet you don't give up when it seems like every sign you pass says you should.
Trajen
