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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


    Ain't No Rest for the Wicked [Any]
    #1
    The tides of Beqanna are changing. 

    This didn't mean he had to. Old habits die hard, they say. He finds himself in a familiar place - the forest. The forest is always where he'd run to, right? And here he finds himself again, because fuck it, it was easier in the forest then with all the morons that seemed to invade Beqanna now. He's growing old, he knows it. He'd been a dick when he was younger but now? Everything seemed to annoy him. Children, adults, the fucking elderly, all of them were waning on his last good nerve. 

    He is in his preferred form today - a slender, long-legged, slate gray wolf. His eyes are a beady crimson, baring down on any who dare to cross his path. Truthfully, he needs something to do (kingdom work, beating the hell out of someone, whatever worked). He'd never admit that to himself (or to anyone else, for that matter), though. His life had grown unbearably stagnant; he was the king of Heaven's Gates for Christ's sake, and now where was he? Slinking about the forest like a goddamn loser. 

    He lets out a throaty growl, plopping back on his rump almost comically - legs stretched outwards, back hunched over. Time had taken him; the emerald coat of his horse form had begun to gray out into murky green, his body groaned in pain when he stretched. He isn't what he used to be (and he's sure the lack of activity wasn't helping), and he knows it. That damn father time, He thinks to himself, rolling his eyes. He's a fucking dick.

    OOC: trying to do this guy some justice. I hate starters, but I'm so excited to have an opportunity to play him!
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    #2
    Time was nothing to her.

    Danyelle never found herself preoccupied with growing old and the worries of a physical declining body. Perhaps it was with a young mind and life so far she never thought of this. Sure she did see the ages of the old on those she knew growing up, particularly her parents. These things were just part of life, and likely could never be altered.

    Then again, there was something funny about the way the world worked. She knew there was more than meets the eye, especially in a place like Beqanna. This was the way the world worked, the way her home always would be.

    In life there was unexpected things, and one of them had been the changes of the world. Beqanna had shifted and turned into something new, but it was not until recently she had decided to finally accept these changes. Danyelle had escaped when the world she knew had changed. Her home, once ago in the Gates, had been swept away into the darkness and written in the history of Beqanna and became part of the legends.

    She now finds herself back in this world, wondering wherever her hooves take her. Today it seems she has found herself in the darker part of Beqanna, though a neutral zone. The forest covers most of autumn sunshine and the rest of the world. It holds something darker and ominous—as if every corner some sort of monster will pop out and grab you. Then that will be the end of you.

    But Danyelle is not frightened of such things. She is rather a courageous individual, and likely had to become one considering the predicament she found herself in once the Reckoning had come. The red and white tobiano had to learn to fend for herself when she could not find her parents or anyone else she knew after the chaos had erupted.

    Her steps are soft against the forest floor, but she does not care to make herself quiet. She lets those around her to know she is present. However, she did not except to come face to face with someone so quickly at the turn of her path around a tree.

    It would have been easy for anyone else to flee or yelp in fear at the beast that was plopped down on their rump, but she does not. She comes to a stop. Danyelle senses a familiarity in the way the beast holds itself, not the familiar carnivorous wolves she came across once and hunted her down later. There was a similar character in this wolf-like fellow.

    A shapeshifter, she thinks with a smirk. It reminded her of her father, although his shifting had been rather uncontrollable. Sometimes it had been quite comical, but she had grown to adore her father’s mischief traits growing up.

    Danyelle steps forward from behind the tree trunk, pulling herself into the open space of where the murky green wolf sits. “You make yourself look rather vicious that way,” she says with a smile the curves up to the right slightly into a grin. “Hopefully, the wolves don’t find out you are giving them a bad name!” Her smile grows wider now, the left side of it lifting up into a full grin.
    character info: here | character reference: here

    @[Wyrm]
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    #3
    Two-toned eyes flicker upwards at the sound of a woman's voice. A brow raises as she giggles. Now what was so goddamn funny? He pulls himself from the forest floor, shaking off the leaves that had attached themselves to the gray of his rump. He huffs, audibly, and rolls his eyes at her comments. He knew he wouldn't be left alone for long; he never was. 

    The red and white of her coat makes her easy to spot within the dark thicket of trees. She begins to pull herself into the open space between them, and he looks her up and down. Well, He thinks to himself, nonchalantly taking in her scent. She sure is a looker.

    "Pfft," He vocalizes as his forehead furrows in annoyance. "They give themselves a bad name."

    @[Danyelle] this sucks i'm sorry. still feeling him out!
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    #4
    Danyelle was never easily amused, but she made it easy to find something amusing. Whether it was the twist of words or creating mischief, she liked to have a hand in the matter to create a bit of humor. Even if she only had found it to be comical in the end.

    She is not one to miss the way the emerald green stallion looks at her. If anything, she has known she was given the right appearances to be called attractive. Perhaps it was the brightness of her vivid red and white coat or the burning color of amber in her eyes that made her so. It truly did not matter to her what it was, only that she could use it as a weapon—a weapon for personal gain or humor, she does not really care.

    The red mare smiles at his annoyance. She pushes her lips in a pout-like position, as if she herself has something to really be annoyed and whine about. “Aw the poor little wolves,” she says.

    Danyelle lets out a soft laugh. She then steps closer to the wolf-like creature. “You sure are helping them with that bad name though,” she adds. The girl still finds humor in the whole situation she happened to stumble upon.

    “What’s your name, wolf-man?” she asks with a tilt of her head, red and white threaded tail swishing against the hock of her hind legs.
    character info: here | character reference: here

    @[Wyrm] No problem Smile I'm still trying to figure her out too
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