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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


    Touch Me Like You Do... [Stillwater]
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    Stagnant night air hung heavy under the still thick canopy of Sylva.  Charcoal nares flared as she breathed in the dampness nearly drowning her.  The scent she trailed hung heavy in the dense fog that was rising from the pond that was just out of sight.  Twisting and curling through the thick  brush, calling her... tempting her.  Such a tease.

     Her orbs an eery dark tonight, full of intention.  A swirl of mystery and madness consumed them.  Two toned body was sleek this season.  Taunt chocolate hide highlighting each curve and dip of her feminine frame.  She hadn't found a worthy suitor lately and honestly she had tired of their fleeting attention.  Ebony tassels hung loosely, swaying as her hips did as she trailed to her destination.  Never having actually seen the pond but she hadn't needed to see it to know it was there.  He had often seeked refuge in the waters so the scent clinged to him when he had found her, consumed her in his haunting thirst. Using that memory to drive her forward.  

    Steady pace brought the source of the mist into view.  It curled from the surface like smoke from a fire.  Spreading from its source to engulf the many in its path. Halting at the banks her dark orbs glistened from the pale moonlight that had wrestled its way to the waters surface.  Ebony dipped ears thrusted forward as she noted the quiet stillness surrounding her.  Not even a ripple crawled across the obsidian abyss.  Lips curled in a demonic grin as silk words slipped from her lips, "Stillwater...."

    Gingerly she steps forward, her dark hoof breaking the tranquil waters.  Each stride brought her farther into it's depths.  Focus remained on the cavern just upon the other side.  Delicate crown remained visible as her body slipped farther into the murky lagoon.  Almost as effortless as walking her legs cut through the aqua, bringing her closer with each movement.  Vigilantly watching for his dark figure to surface.  He hadn't been expecting her so he could be anywhere within the confines of his sanctuary...
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    Touch Me Like You Do... [Stillwater] - by Karaugh - 05-08-2017, 07:30 PM



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