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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


    It's not just the end, it's something greater; Maugrim
    #1
    Once she might have been something. Now she’s nothing and she prefers it that way. Besides, her brother had always been in the spotlight, the true hope to carry on all her mother’s dreams. What a hope he’d been, too - spreading those dreams all over and inside the filth of Beqanna until it seemed that half the country was touched with green or blue. Lupei’s little brat Circinae was doing well for herself, the youngest and brightest star as compared to her own half-brother Wyrm, the firstborn of Lupei’s promising progeny.

    The wolves would go down in infamy, breeding and churning out more of their like while she held onto that prideful green of Astri's and wandered alone. Now and again her nephew would seek her out, make sure his aunt was still alive and kicking and keep her up-to-date but aside from that, the only temporary pleasure she gained was from finding another lonely stranger once per season. Even that grew boring after a while - boring and painful for no necessary reason. At first it had been easy to cast the little whelps off, most were taken in by their sires. But the last few times had felt wrong, the most recent like a bitter pill.

    What the hell had happened to her? Walking, pacing more like, along the edge of the shore she recalls hazy nights in the Chamber, her own mother’s death, loving the magma king, and giving birth at first to twin boys who seemed wholly perfect. She sighs, shuts her eyes against the onslaught of memories, and slows to a trembling halt. 

    That poor girl. That poor, bright green girl with wings she hadn’t even been bothered to name before leaving was out there alone. “She’ll be fine.” Dacia tells herself aloud, flicking an emerald tail slick with blood against her sides where it leaves trails of crimson stripes. She looks festive now, the red smeared over mantis green, childish. “She’ll be fine.”

    The mare has better things to do than raise a child, anyway.

    When she opens her eyes again only the broken horizon gleams back at her.

    @[Maugrim]
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    #2
    god make me pay
    like the devil i am
    He twists and turns beneath the deep, an unseen entity but fully there, a bold current rushing against the natural stillness of the bottomless blackness. Here he lingers, swirling amongst the murky bottom and weaving himself in between the ocean rocks and dead corals, perusing his treasure trove with a delightful hum that is muffled and muted in that great blackness. Warped eyes bulge from their sockets, their bloated corpses staring blankly back at their captor, their fur waving gently in the current he creates as he floats by them. Here he is happy, intertwining in and out of the brittle, salt-worn bones of those he has dragged down into his chasm, brushing away the curious fish that have come to feast on what is left of the skin on their warbled bones. Here, they must not be disturbed – his delicate doe, his angry wolf, and other forest creatures he has collected.

    He counts to himself.

    Nine.

    The ocean’s depths seems to billow as he comes to his number, a jolt of disappointment rushing through the water. His treasures stare back at him lifelessly, and from his essence, anger begins to radiate. 

    No, no. That will not do.

    Maugrim surges upward, his need for an even total driving him to his acension, his body becoming more and more visible as he moves; first it is his mane and tail, their soft salt-strewn tendrils spilling out behind him in a lucid wave, then his muscular legs and chest, his barrel and then his neck, still completely translucent as he propels himself towards the open air. 

    Quietly and expertly, he slows himself just before breaching the surface so that the only sign of movement on the tranquil sea is a slight bubble that breaks the smooth, glass-like water. He lurks there, just beneath the air, predator-like as his water hides him from any on land.

    A voice. It does not call to him, but he has heard it anyway. His eyes, barely visible in their liquefied state, snaps to the shoreline. With crocodile-like movement, he lets his water push him closer, ripples barely breaking the surface. He is locked on the target, grateful that he has found something so easily to be his 10th…

    The stillness of the beach suddenly breaks when water surges around the olive-green woman, as if the world has opened up beneath her and the ocean is the only thing to break her fall. It’s up to her chest in a blink of an eye, and he watches her a few feet away with a delightful grin, his neck and head protruding from the water like a snake, now completely materialized so that she may see who causes the whirlpool she is currently in. 

    There is no time to swim away, for the water now is alive, the current pulling her flailing legs towards him as the rushing water becomes deeper and deeper, blacker and blacker…

    He welcomes her towards him with a deep, gurgling laugh. He pulls her downward with him, completely liquefied once again so that he may press against her as they spiral in their sinking descent, feeling the rapid pulse of her heart race beneath her warm skin – so warm, unlike the unmerciful waters they find themselves in.

    Down, down, down, blacker and deeper and darker.

    They are at the bottom and he releases her, materializing slightly so that only a silver of his outline can be seen. Beneath a hooded brow he watches her carefully, and counts the seconds until her lungs would give up.

    As the water enters her mouth and nose, he murmurs to himself with a hauntingly garbled voice, 

    “Ten.”

    m a u g r i m.


    RIP Dacia, Maugrim's first equine kill. He will treasure you always <3
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    #3
    Here lies Dacia

    Dam to 7 blue or green colored offspring, and lover to many stallions :

    Murdered, like her mother before her.
    Gave birth to two princes, from a long forgotten kingdom.
    As lost as she was the day she was born.

    VIXIT

    -To Killdare: You weren't all that impressive. Look at your pile of ashes now - we both ended up in the same place after all.
    -To Mortal, Hellbane: You lived, that was more than some of the others had.
    -To Wyrm: Freaks of nature always have to stick together.
    -To the rest of you reading this: You'll know who I am one day. I left behind a piece of myself in the adoption den.

    <3
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