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    COTY

    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]  for when the wolves are silent; any
    #1
    k a t a r i n a
    Hey megalomaniac You're no Jesus Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis Wash your hands clean of yourself baby Maniac, step down, step down Step down


    The woman stands against a silver blanket landscape, snow forming a thin crust that crinkles and cracks beneath many hooves, but in this late hour there is nothing but silence and the sounds of her own heartbeat. The shine of the moon gazes lovingly upon the barren land, watching ceaselessly and keeping time with the tick of the seconds before the sun chased her away.

    Katarina is a vision of  dangerously feminine form, a finely curved hip with taunt barrel, dressed in soft clinging black velvet. She is a shadow across the placid white world, the remaining firs standing tall with peaked heads full of too many devastation and rebirths. Katarina regards them with a silent understand for there were an eternity of memories inside her pretty Friesianic head. Beqana had been a different world so long go (or had it been she?) Katarina knows she has this lifetime and possibly the next to contemplate decisions of a life that has so far been well spent.

    Kat had been raised by a loving mother and father (at least towards her) they enriched her with independence and strength in her own self. The dark girl, learning much, had grown to rely on no one for others had the potential to hurt you, exploit your weakness, when you allowed them too close. So she built her wall, brick by brick, to keep the outside world just far enough for her to observe and study.

    But on this day, in the winter of a deconstructed Beqanna, she waits nearly knee deep in powdered snow, waiting to see who came to collect her.
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    #2

    Collection duty. A favorite game of his. One he has not gotten to enjoy in such a torturously long while.


    Well, hello there Miss.” his rumbling voice seems to slither across his tongue at the last part. His teal eyes catch the light, his long black lashes blinking against his white face while he moves smoothly into position beside her. He had come from behind, and he does indeed love doing that; whether she was aware of his approach or not he stands close beside her like their old pals.


    There’s all kinds of raucous about a plague, all kinds terrible terrible sorts of stuff.” He sighs with feigned worry, “Do you need a place to go?” he turns to look her over unbashfully, starting with her face and making his way  over the rest.



    c h e m d o g

    in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt






    @[Katarina]
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    #3

    Leaving Pangea was a rarity for the cursed being he has become.  He much enjoyed the vast emptiness.  The lack of foliage was probably his most favorite thing.  Though he did miss the thrill of watching the leaves wither to dust before his eyes.  And so today he travels.

    He doesn't travel far, as it is winter and he dislikes the season so very much.  The cold being what he is referring too, not the way the land seemingly has turned into the same wasteland as Pangea.  Though here it is promised that as spring returned, so would life.

    He has almost felt no symptoms of his sickness the last few days.  It was promising that he was recovering from the dark magic raising Pangea required.  It could also be said that stealing his mother health had put him on the fast track to recovery.  True or not, his cough does not spatter blood on the pure snow he has began to cross.

    It wasn't long before he hears voices.  With an ear turned towards the sound, he stops to mull over who could be lingering.  It doesn't take more than a minute for his mind to decide his bodies path, and so he turns to head for the sound.

    As he nears he can see two dark forms.  One slightly more hidden than the other as she takes shelter against a tree.  His mottled face rises to allow the wind to identify them.  A stallion and a mare.  One interests him more than the other, but it is the studs words that have him drawing closer.

    His lips part with a wicked kind of grin, "Surely it is not all that terrible." Crimson eyes move to examine the mare that sits so plainly against the winter wonderland, "Don't let him fill your head with rumors, Miss."  The plague was real, as real as they are, but it wasn't the beast everyone claimed it to be.  

    His gaze flickers to the stallion briefly as now he nears the mare -turning to seat himself beside her- eyes gauging her reaction to his close proximity.  Be it hostile or welcoming, it would not matter to him.  He had one mission here and that was to claim her for his own.

    Zain
    ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS


    @[Elle Belle] @[Chemdog] I TOTALLY forgot I had Zain that would totally pick up random chicks in the field lol
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    #4
    @[Katarina] has been infected by the plague (rolled a 3).
    She will show symptoms (rolled a 4).
    She will not express a trait (rolled a 5).

    @[Chemdog] has been infected by the plague (rolled a 3).
    He will show symptoms (rolled a 5).
    He will express a trait (rolled a 3).
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