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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


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    prague

    Perhaps the awakening of the dead had mistaken her for such, while the silver mare had never really died; her bones rest in a pile beneath the thick forest but simply to rest. She had planned on reconstructing herself on her own timeline, when ready, but Beqanna had other plans and so it began; the levitation of bones, piecing together in a quick uniform fashion as ropes of muscle and connective ligaments formed easily to them. Her joints popped, the thin organs filling with blood, first the heart, traveling throughout the body to reach her brain and finally; a gasp of air. She was by definition alive but without a true purpose to be such...a curious mind like hers would soon find a reason. She shakes, dust rolling from her white pelt, fern leaves poking from beneath the dark mane into her amber eyes -- not much has changed, she was always unkept but in a way that seemed normal almost.

    Prague had never been one to use her magic to find out things she could just as easily as a bystander and she thought, surely someone would know why or who opened the gates of hell (literally) -- she could feel those returning whom she knew were trouble, monsters even. She was no saint but she was no Carnage, she was just most of the time and only crazed when pushed to extreme limits to protect her sisterhood. Do they even exist anymore? she thinks and her kickstart heart has a palpitation. What would she do if they didn't? If the jungle had ceased to exist in the some decades she'd been gone. She looks about the forest and recognizes none, she feels a lump in her throat...this newly made body hasn't adjusted to feelings of anxiety, adrenaline, etc. Her mind is but some things are simply visceral in nature. "Are there any Amazonian's out here?" she says, feeling more elderly than anything - this could be an entire new world, she could be beyond expired in relevancy. She resorts to her magic, closing her honey eyes and her ears pinned back she silently requests those who would know her no matter who they were; enemy or friend. She needed to know the world she was living in now regardless of the risk that may await.

    "Come play." she whispers.

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    a touch of wicked | any - by prague - 11-07-2019, 03:18 PM
    RE: a touch of wicked | any - by Nikkai - 11-07-2019, 03:41 PM
    RE: a touch of wicked | any - by prague - 11-07-2019, 07:06 PM
    RE: a touch of wicked | any - by Naga - 11-07-2019, 08:38 PM
    RE: a touch of wicked | any - by Nikkai - 11-07-2019, 11:44 PM
    RE: a touch of wicked | any - by Celeana - 11-08-2019, 03:13 AM
    RE: a touch of wicked | any - by prague - 11-09-2019, 04:32 PM
    RE: a touch of wicked | any - by Nikkai - 11-13-2019, 10:36 PM



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