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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


    these days we've yet to meet; maugrim
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    She is a complex creature. She is crafted of intellect and savagery with scattered moments of complicated thought and wild instinctual abandon.

    Her thoughts can turn on a dime.

    They do so now, in the moments between Sister’s threats and Sister’s attack (both in Partner’s body, a fact that makes her stomach snarl in disgust). For a few generous seconds, she is thinking through the best tactic to force Sister out of that emerald and pearl body. Perhaps she will run for Sister’s body (slack-jawed and hazy-eyed somewhere in the woods) or perhaps she will turn away from him until Sister gets bored and leaves naturally.

    “Hmm, you are my Partner.”

    She hears it in that rosy-sweet tune in the back of Partner’s throat. Her heart skips a beat in spite of her calculating thoughts, although she is still startlingly aware of the situation. The attack snaps her into action — into another side of her Partner has never seen before — and a harsh, careening whistle flies from her throat like the first bullet in a war.

    Hellbent, dangerous, blood-seeking.

    Fight. Blood. Win.

    It no longer matters who she is attacking, only that she is. Her daggered teeth are obvious now, inky outer-mouth ripping open to expose the danger that lies beneath. She moves into her attacker, the height of her species pushing her armored chest toward His neck, and snaps her teeth down toward the tender tissue of His left ear. She aims to shred it, potentially as a warning to drive Him off.

    Although her instincts and ferality have taken control, her humanity rides in the backseat and shouts aloud to: Save him.

    Another snarl rolls out of her salivating mouth and her dark eyes have narrowed with anger and bloodthirst. Her knife-tail, thrashing at her heels only moments before, swings around the side of her body to aim for His legs. At the same time, her head is moving toward His left shoulder, intending to push a deep wound into the supple, strong muscle with her teeth.

    She is no longer Nexu. She is a savage wild animal, true to her roots, hellbent on destroying this Attacker.
    credit to fangs of bearbones.


    @[violence] / @[Maugrim] / hope this is okay!! let me know if i should change anything <3
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    RE: these days we've yet to meet; maugrim - by Nexu - 07-22-2018, 06:20 PM



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