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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


    wolves in our own skin; raelynx
    #2

    I love the way that your heart breaks
    with every injustice and deadly fate.

    They are, perhaps, the most opposite of creatures. Certainly he has never known love nor protection. Nor has he ever desired it. He had been abandoned so shortly after his birth that it had never occurred to him there might be places he should not go. He had simply gone wherever his feet had carried him.

    Ultimately it had led him to his family, though one far different (and far crueler) than any normal equine might consider family. But it had not tamed him. Truth be told, it had likely made him far, far worse.

    And then She had come. He had tasted her lightning and never been the same. If there is any one creature it could be said that he might love, it would be she (but a twisted love, more sickness than any true emotion). The dark god had followed, showing him the true meaning, the depth and breadth, of pain. He had left him changed, forging and remaking him into the creature he is today.

    Far more monster than stallion.

    He crosses wood and meadow with little thought as to where he travels. He likely would have continued, had he not seen the young girl. She is a lovely thing, sleek and pretty. So very different than he.

    These are the ones he delights in, the ones he can teach and mold.

    And so, he approaches, dull gray eyes focused, though curiously lacking in any true emotion. His dark skin is bare of flame for the moment, but that does not make it any less horrific. If possible, it makes it more so. His blackened hide is bare of hair, pitted and disfigured, charred almost beyond recognition. His ears are little but scarred nubs atop his head, the muscle upon his left shoulder sunken and deformed, all that is left from the fires that had ravaged his body.

    And he had loved it. Loved it as so few do.

    As he nears, his lips split across yellowed teeth, curving into a macabre grin, one completely devoid of any true humor or goodwill. He steps close (far too close for comfort), bland gray eyes seeking out her gaze.

    ”I am Raelynx,” he rasps in a voice rusty from smoke. ”What brings you out here? Alone.” In truth, he cares little. But he has found conversation to be the best way to keep them from fleeing at first sight.

    Raelynx

    khaos x eyrie

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    Messages In This Thread
    wolves in our own skin; raelynx - by Dara - 06-25-2016, 10:51 PM
    RE: wolves in our own skin; raelynx - by Raelynx - 06-29-2016, 05:08 PM
    RE: wolves in our own skin; raelynx - by Dara - 07-10-2016, 07:19 PM
    RE: wolves in our own skin; raelynx - by Raelynx - 07-28-2016, 02:14 PM
    RE: wolves in our own skin; raelynx - by Dara - 08-02-2016, 02:14 PM
    RE: wolves in our own skin; raelynx - by Raelynx - 08-06-2016, 01:32 PM
    RE: wolves in our own skin; raelynx - by Dara - 08-06-2016, 10:55 PM



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