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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [open]  Nobody's your friend at the start or at the end; any
    #7

    I tried to sell my soul last night
    Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite

    Though he had never taken any pains to meet the woman, he knows Oceane leads this kingdom of misfits. In truth, he has no idea if she had explicitly given permission for him to stay, but since she hadn’t tried to kick him out yet, he damned well wouldn’t do it for her. If he were being fully honest, he would have to suspect that Tarian had vouched for him. It had been an idiotic thing to do for a man he’d known barely a few hours, but that wasn’t Ashhal’s problem, was it?

    Still, it had been less awful to be able to heal from his monster-inflicted wounds somewhere relatively safe rather than the gods-forsaken swamp he’d been favoring at the time.

    When it becomes increasingly clear that the other stallion would not be incited to violence, the stiffness of Ashhal’s pale form slowly begins to fade. His lifted wings relax in painfully slow increments until they are once more settled against his ribs, his flattened ears just as slowly reappearing from his mane, though they by no means settle into something welcoming. His eyes however remain just as hard and cold, fixed almost unblinkingly on Ledger. The other stallion’s flat insult brings nothing more than a derisive snort to his lips. He damned well isn’t here to be a pleasure, as it happens.

    Ashhal doesn’t feel any particular need to engage in pointless conversation. Honestly, he probably wouldn’t even recognize friendly banter if it wacked him in the face and introduced itself. As a result, Ledger’s gruff jest serves only to deepen the scowl on his lips. He’s not actually so stupid he couldn’t figure out that Ledger was remarking on his decidedly unfriendly greeting. Unfortunately for Ledger however, Ashhal has never really offered anyone something that could be described as a friendly greeting.

    So Ashhal plays dumb, because life is far more interesting that way. “What the fuck do you mean?” he growls, eyes darkening. “I was being nice.”

    Which, regrettably, is actually pretty true. It’s about as nice as Ashhal gets.



    @[Ledger]


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    RE: Nobody's your friend at the start or at the end; any - by Ashhal - 05-25-2021, 09:13 AM



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