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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


    Whatever it takes || Amorette
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    The island had been a bustling horde of activity of late, leaving very little moments of solitude to those who chose to call the lone plot of land their home. Both familiar faces and those still to be learned had traveled great distances – some farther than others. Beqanna had never felt so alive, even the shadows echoed with voices. A newly birthed forced threatened to break upon them, to change the only version of the world he had ever known. Stained red with the color of blood, wounds of betrayal deepened every day.
     
    Stealing a moment, Belgaer had carried himself to the beach as the sun slowly drifted behind the horizon. Above, a colorful display painted the sky in deepening hues of blue and gold. Upon the white sandy beaches, it was easy to be reminded on the constants that had remained despite chaos’ lurking influence. The tide persisted, the ocean continued to roll, and the sea birds searched for their fishy meals. Found upon the white caps of the churning waves he had come to find a peace within the murky expanse. This, however – this time was different. Within the folds of silence, the echoes of his mother’s grief chased away any hope of serenity. The sting of hot tears pricked at the edges of his amber eyes, fresh emotion suddenly rushing to the surface of his usually still expression. Although a bit of time had passed, he hadn’t truly let himself feel the full extent of his sadness, afraid of what he would become should he lower his carefully fortified barricade. The threatening boil of turmoil promised to soon overtake him. Sister or no, he knew that should he ever meet Astarael, she would feel the full force of his wrath upon her.
     
    Suddenly exhausted, he felt his head drift lower in defeat. He was Brennen’s chosen heir and was expected to act according to the vows he’d taken. Even despite his longing to hunt down and eradicate the monsters that had extinguished Khaeli’s light before it’s time, he knew he could not. What was the purpose of power if he was weakened by it?
    dark wings
    dark words


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    Messages In This Thread
    Whatever it takes || Amorette - by Belgaer - 07-10-2018, 11:23 AM
    RE: Whatever it takes || Amorette - by Amorette - 07-29-2018, 10:52 AM
    RE: Whatever it takes || Amorette - by Belgaer - 08-08-2018, 02:06 PM
    RE: Whatever it takes || Amorette - by Amorette - 08-24-2018, 04:01 PM



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