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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


    Sticks and stones, Love [Stillwater]
    #5
    The daylight was growing scarce as the sun fell from its perch in the sky.  The darkness brought with it a chill.  She shuddered slightly as it crept deeper into her core.  Only the heat from another could warm such a coldness. Maybe deep down she longed for another to warm her the only way a lover could.  Someone to hold her close and protect her from all she feared.  Only one had maybe loved her this way.  Her Father.  Maybe she felt she wasn't worth loving... Yeah that was probably it.

    She was slightly disappointed when his teeth didn't rake across her spine as she past.  Such a good boy.  She grinned as usual.  She wasnt a toy though and she didn't play this game of cat and mouse.  She was too forward for that. Too honest. Too blunt.  He had his reasons for avoiding contact she was sure.  Perhaps he was loyal to the shackle upon his foreleg.  Words escape him once more.  She listens and a reference burned her..Tease... She was far from a tease.  She was offering affection and he refused it.  She can't help but answer his question with a question,

    Do you even know what you want? Her words were sharp and as she waited for a possible answer, if he even knew, she ponders his other question.  What talents did she posses... Well that was a relatively easy question to answer... None.  Nothing special anyhow.  She was just her.  Plain, boring her.  So she had developed ways to entertain herself.  A partially disappointed expression fell upon her features.  She tried her best to hide any emotion and with a deep inhale she left that question hang.  She did wonder where his master was.  She should congradulate them on having such a good pet.  She glanced once more to the shackle then back to him,

    So... Where is your master and why have they left you so...alone?  Hoping for more entertainment she pryed slightly.  Shocked they hadn't turned up yet to fetch him.

    Karaugh
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    Sticks and stones, Love [Stillwater] - by Karaugh - 01-05-2017, 03:30 AM
    RE: Sticks and stones, Love [Stillwater] - by Karaugh - 01-08-2017, 02:04 AM



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