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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


    [open]  hitch a ride on my violence
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    your breath frozen in the air, newborn droplets of ice
    you were the one thing i got right
    She’s been thinking a lot lately, about defecting to Pangea. She knows that Castile will be furious, and her adoptive siblings will probably miss her, but her heart longs for her to follow Ghaul home every time that they part. She wonders what he does when they are apart, who he is befriending; she doesn’t fear that he is with other girls, but she wants to meet the friends that he is making and the family that he is growing up with. Does he tell them about her, his other half? Does he chitter and chirp and push himself awkwardly up against them in his odd displays of affection? She wants to know.

    The day is ending when she finally makes up her mind, her white-and-gold wings bursting forth from her back in a dazzling display. These partial shifts are her favorite part of her ability – she likes to take to the skies without having the expend the energy to shift all of the way. A full shift leaves her exhausted and ravenous, and sometimes she doesn’t have the energy to return to her horse form until she has decimated several rodent populations around Loess. She always feels guilty afterwards, and finds herself sleeping more after these incidents. If she focuses on one small shift at a time – her wings, or a taloned foot here and there – she finds that she can control her energy levels much better.

    Without a further thought she takes to the skies with a running start and a leap, her feathered wings stretching wide to catch the winds and sweep her high into the sky. It doesn’t take long before she is winging her way over the mountains of what must be Hyaline; she can see the reflection of the sky far below her, reds and oranges and purples above and below the girl and shining off of the golden streaks in her feathers.

    When the mountains give way to clay and canyons, she drops lower, hoping to spot Ghaul on the horizon. She finds herself not so lucky, but another horse catches her eye, and she wings her way towards him. Using talons instead of hooves, she lands smoothly, claws digging into the soft earth as she folds her wings and smiles as confidently as she can manage. She knows that technically she is trespassing, but this may just end up being her new home. “Sorry if I startled you,” she tells him, eyes twinkling with friendliness. “I’m Clarissa!”
    clarissa


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    hitch a ride on my violence - by draco - 11-25-2019, 08:24 PM
    RE: hitch a ride on my violence - by clarissa - 12-03-2019, 09:43 PM
    RE: hitch a ride on my violence - by draco - 12-17-2019, 04:41 PM



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