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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


    New gods, we are young Volcanoes // Cosmos
    #1
    He was shining, glittering in the summer sun. Caught somewhere between forms, scales and ice bled into the warm muted gold of his equid coat. With his leathery wings outstretched across the sky, he was as beautiful as a stallion could hope to be. Beautiful, if not humble. A work in progress, if nothing else. 

    The lowlands were getting too warm to be comfortable. The fire that burned in his chest kept him comfortable in the dead of winter, and it burned no matter what the weather was doing. So when the sun beat down on his back and pinkened the skin of his nose, he knew it was time to seek cooler berthing. 

    The woods drew him, as they did many of the world's predators. Where the trees climbed thickly into the sky and the air moved in clean rivers over the loamy forest floor. That's where the sun drove him.  His tail swept pine needles and decaying leaves with a rustle, the muscular appendage borrowed from his draconic form. Hunger welled in the pit of his belly, a low rumble responding to the odors filtering to him. Deer, hare, fox, assorted birds. Small reptiles, innumerable insects. All was noted and catalogued. 

    His eyes blinked in the half light, turning the dim scene into a tapestry of gentle blues and greens punctuated with tiny flares of orange and red. Mice and squirrel, most likely. Nothing large enough to tempt him. His muzzle raised to cast about, searching for something more interesting. A different scent caught his attention. Warm and sweet with a bitter undercurrent... unique. 

    Sparks played along his lips as his excitement rose. Fluid, predatory steps carried him through the forest, weaving gracefully among the towering trunks. A warm peach glow appeared through his sight, dappled through a stand of young poplar. 

    His elegant head dropped low, inhaling the strange scent deeply and exhaling lightly over his tongue. The aura was closer now, myriad golds and reds. Mother's hair. Brother's hair. Pretty prey. Teeth elongated and sharpened into tearing weapons. A steady breath, an adjustment in stance. A single, catlike leap with wings half-splayed, and he was on top of it. Her. 

    Her?

    Her. His eyes blinked hard, sight returning to its normal ability, of light instead of heat. His forelegs had shifted midleap, muscular limbs now sheathed in hard scales, and tipped with ivory talons. Now they twined about a slim barrel, claws just shy of breaking the skin. Likewise, his teeth now rested against the softly moving stream of blood beneath her skin. Up close, it was obvious that her scent was equine. But now the conflict made sense. Reptilian, similar to his own. Serpentine. Beautiful. 

    His maw stretched open, relaxed into an amused smile. "Hello, gorgeous. What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He growled gently. "Don't you know all kinds of beasts roam these woods?" 

    @[cosmos]
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    #2
    Cosmos
    Though Pangea is where she calls home, and she hesitates to leave there in Yidhra’s absence, Cosmos finds comfort in other lands. The forest serves as a cool reprise, so many trees offering cleaner oxygen than Pangea ever could. So, she wanders, delicate steps purposeful and light. Her head is high and breathe calm: a constant level-headedness she is proud to possess.

    A breeze is sweet and cool against her nape when she turns to study the horizon glinting too bright between the trees. It is a hot summer day, the only reprise the delicious smell of growing foliage. She drops her maw to the fuzzy brush of low hanging leaves, huffing at their tickling touch. For a few moments, she only plays with the plant, bringing her lips over its soft surface over and over again. When the forest goes silent, and all but the sensation of the leaf fades, Cosmos strikes: wrapping her teeth around her lunch with a satisfying tug.

    Ironically, she is hunted as she hunts. Santana pounces just as she does, pressing sharp dragon’s claws just enough to warn her. Teeth wrap around her neck when Cos rears her head, first fear taking hold then acceptance.

    Nature in its most fierce form.

    She expects that to be her last thought as teeth tear her neck from her shoulders; instead, the predator relaxes, offers her smooth words. The pegasus grins and stretches her wings, playfully flapping them in an attempt to remove her attacker. One lavender eye twinkles mystically when she turns to get a good look, previous grin drooping into a half smile.

    “Don’t you know one doesn’t think of beasts when they do not fear death?” even in snark her voice is gentle, pleasing. “Do you mind getting off, handsome? A predator is a terrible weight to bear.” How easily the flirtation floats from her lips, though her tone stays as unassuming as before.
    devil in the details


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