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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


    show me the way, i tire of child's play
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    Rajanish
    Amused, he tilts his head at the cremello filly. She might be stupid, she might not be. He could care less, as long as she understands that whatever she does now, must be in the name of the dark god.

    "I suppose so." he answers with a chuckle to the filly when she says I saw you. Of course he could be seen; it might be off-putting that he was partly see-through, and if that had already startled her then perhaps she should not have come here. There were far worse-looking creatures in this world, some barely able to call themselves a horse any more.

    Zain already answers her question, so Raj just stares his signature off-putting stare, smiling just a tiny bit to himself as he awaits her answer. "Pangea needs some blood, every now or then. Blood and magic." he tells her. Perhaps that will help her decide.
    No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break.
    No voice to cry out suffering.


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    RE: show me the way, i tire of child's play - by Rajanish - 11-11-2018, 10:38 AM



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