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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


    the shadows are calling us out; any [M]
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    -Raeg'n-
    It didn't matter how her body was tossed and battered in the ocean's undertow, beaten like a ragdoll against rock and sharp coral alike with her bones snapping and fracturing, and stinging wounds briefly spilling her blue blood into the sea. No part of her remained untouched or protected from scrapes and bruises and lacerations, flesh ripped and limbs brutally mangled in multiple places. It didn't matter.

    Because she still washed ashore in perfect health, her twilight-blue skin once again flawless and shimmering with bright flecks that caught the sunlight like embedded little stars, and bones mended completely. Her fire-orange hair, though drenched, was still bright and glaring like a beacon when she rose to her feet halfway out to sea to wade through gentle waves the rest of the way, sunlight glittering across the damp of her skin. That hair, so bold, so loud, was shouting her location with the visible voice of a volcanic fury. Here I am, it bellowed.

    And bring it on.

    Naturally, the first thing she did was scan the area, amber-gold eyes searching the rolling waves and desolate beach for the silver-gray body of her charge, the boy she was sworn to protect.

    Ruan! It wasn’t his real name, so the demon had told her, but it was the one he’d chosen for himself, the one he’d given to her and so it would be his name until he offered his real name himself. Ruan, she called again for him, her voice sharp with authority and tight with worry. There was a sourness in her gut, a fear that she had already failed him and it wasn’t even his enemy that she’d lost him to. Or was it?
     
    Fury began burning hotter in her blood. No, she did not fail him. She would not. It wasn’t acceptable. Deimos must be here, he must have done this to distract her so he could take the boy away from her protection. Her jaws clenched tight and her eyes flared impossibly bright, seething and fuming and royally pissed.
     
    DEMON!!!

    She roared loudly from deep in her chest, pushing each syllable full of her young wrath. You bring him BACK!! NOW!! Her eyes still scanned, but it didn’t matter that she couldn’t see the beast. He had his ways. He would hear her. Sinking an entire land into the ocean was rather dramatic of him just to steal a boy, but she wouldn’t put it passed him. He was ruthless and no task was too large. Not even the decimation of a kingdom.

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    aeris, i msg'd you, go peek <3
    @[k i l t e r]  @[Rocinante] @[Lauchlan] @Deimos but you already know; @magnus except he doesnt have account anymore


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    the shadows are calling us out; any [M] - by Raeg'n - 05-28-2017, 10:02 PM



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