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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


    Island Born || Brennen
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    Mosrael
    i'm way too
    good at goodbyes

    Ischia thrummed with a primal energy. Charged and poised against an unseen shadow of darkness lurking just beyond the effects of light. Her heart pounded in her chest, eager and ready to join the fray. Everything was the same and, yet, everything felt different. The sands beneath her hooves offered its warm embrace, reaching deep into the depths of her troubled soul. Her place there among the Krakens had forever been a lingering question. She was unsure if she would ever fully belong to them, not with the subject of her gender being a reoccurring issue. At times it felt as though she aligned more with he warriors of Nerine than those of her own birthplace. It was that thought alone that troubled her and crept back up upon her as she stood upon the it’s shores once more.
     
    Now, she was a mother. Her relationship with her childrens’ father was, yet another, nagging question that had slowly consumed the quiet moments of her existence, easily replacing the ones of her past. She could not deny her feelings for the lavender hued stallion, no matter how hard she tried to battle against them they always prevailed. Exhaling her eyes hardened at the memories that refused to release their hold upon her. Klaudius had weakened her, but she could not bring herself to part with him.
     
    A familiar call is carried upon the salty breeze as it breaks through the concentration of her ponderings. Slipping back to reality, her faraway gaze snaps onto the excited approach of her father. Her heart leaps for joy, her mind discarding all her previous inhibitions, the ones that had kept her away for far too long. Eagerly she welcomed his embrace, leaning into it’s familiarity as she breathed in his warm scent. He tenses, however, just as her eyes begin to close and her brow furrows in its place as he draws suddenly away.
     
    The normal warmth of his gaze is hard and searching when she meets his questioning gaze. The lump in her throat reforms itself, this time thicker. One million questions burn behind the black of his irises and a myriad of answers swirled in a giant mass of confusion within her mind. When he speaks it’s the quiet calm of his speech that obliterates her barriers.
     
    She could not protect Klaudius anymore.
     
    “No, father,” she offers, her voice smooth despite the rumbling of turmoil she felt. “It was consensual. We met the day you assumed the throne. I have been residing in Tephra with him.”
     
    It was almost too easy to remember their moment upon the beach and how it had been Brennen’s own call that had pulled them apart. What she had said and what begged to be freed were two completely different beasts. Her questions about her role in Klaudius’ life still remained and the depths of his affections for her still confused her more and more the longer she chose to remain at his side. How could she possibly explain things she herself failed to understand?
     
    And then there was the twins.
     
    One truth she could not bear to part with. One aspect of the story she knew would pain him above all else. And, not because they existed, but because they did and she, his own daughter, refused to allow them to meet.



    @[Brennen] Writing this gave me so many feels...
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    Island Born || Brennen - by Mosrael - 06-11-2018, 02:27 PM
    RE: Island Born || Brennen - by Brennen - 06-12-2018, 12:45 PM
    RE: Island Born || Brennen - by Mosrael - 06-18-2018, 07:20 PM



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