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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


    Ain't No Rest for the Wicked [Any]
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    Two-toned eyes flicker upwards at the sound of a woman's voice. A brow raises as she giggles. Now what was so goddamn funny? He pulls himself from the forest floor, shaking off the leaves that had attached themselves to the gray of his rump. He huffs, audibly, and rolls his eyes at her comments. He knew he wouldn't be left alone for long; he never was. 

    The red and white of her coat makes her easy to spot within the dark thicket of trees. She begins to pull herself into the open space between them, and he looks her up and down. Well, He thinks to himself, nonchalantly taking in her scent. She sure is a looker.

    "Pfft," He vocalizes as his forehead furrows in annoyance. "They give themselves a bad name."

    @[Danyelle] this sucks i'm sorry. still feeling him out!
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    Messages In This Thread
    Ain't No Rest for the Wicked [Any] - by Wyrm - 04-20-2018, 08:26 PM
    RE: Ain't No Rest for the Wicked [Any] - by Danyelle - 04-23-2018, 08:29 PM
    RE: Ain't No Rest for the Wicked [Any] - by Wyrm - 05-04-2018, 05:15 PM
    RE: Ain't No Rest for the Wicked [Any] - by Danyelle - 05-08-2018, 01:18 PM



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