2 Mohg Lord of Blood
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Mohg was staring at the large cocoon that he perceived was Miquella. His mind had been a mess for the longest time now. He could hardly think of anything else, let alone remember... The Oman perked up when heard the sounds of unfamiliar footsteps, and a his blood boiled at the thought of someone coming to disturb him. "Dearest Miquella. You must abide alone a while." Mohg turned to the Tarnished that approached; claws digging into his trident as he stared. Two elegant feathered wings unfolded from his back. "Welcome, honoured guest. To the birthplace of our dynasty!"