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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


    Casimira...
    #6
    Smarter twin, ha! As if!

    Oooooooo, if only he could read thoughts. Regrettably, he can’t, and therefore has no clue that Casi seems to think she’s the smarter twin. He would so set her straight if he knew. Of course, arguably, after today, she might very well be. But good luck convincing him of that. Seems he’d managed to get some of his father’s traits after all.

    His ears flatten against his neck as she cackles at him, clearly enjoying herself at his expense. He huffs irritably, scowling fiercely into the trees. And if he’d had arms, though would’ve been crossed moodily. As it is however, she’d still no doubt get the picture.

    “I don’t sneak out all night,” he mimics in a low, mocking tone, more to himself than to her. Of course, he’s plenty sure she can overhear him. Good! As if only sneaking out part of the night is better than the whole night. He’s not that dumb, thanks. The sharp nip that lands on his rump just then however, pulls him abruptly from his thoughts and expels a squeak of surprise from his lips. Ears pinning, he bucks in retaliation, though she’s close enough he couldn’t have possibly hit her very hard.

    Still, serves her right.

    He snorts when she slips alongside him, not trusting her suddenly much more placating demeanor. He ducks his head almost instinctively as she reaches for him, but she only plucks a wayward burr from the impossible tangle that is his mane. “I’m not a creep, you’re a creep!”

    Ok, so, probably not the cleverest comeback. But he couldn’t very well tell her he missed her when she left. Eying her askance, his scowl deepens, his skin shivering uncomfortably against the itching burrs and sap and scratches. He huffs at her insult, little foot stomping, even though he really doesn’t have a very good comeback. He’d already used the one. And, well, he wasn’t actually going to be a dummy and use it again. Even if his present situation already indicated that that ship had sailed.

    After a moment of irritable silence, he huffs again before grumbling, “I was trying to find Mom. She clearly got lost.”
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    Messages In This Thread
    Casimira... - by Cassian - 02-04-2019, 05:26 PM
    RE: Casimira... - by Casimira - 02-06-2019, 01:24 AM
    RE: Casimira... - by Cassian - 02-15-2019, 05:15 PM
    RE: Casimira... - by Random Event - 02-18-2019, 11:06 AM
    RE: Casimira... - by Casimira - 02-24-2019, 07:15 PM
    RE: Casimira... - by Cassian - 03-04-2019, 10:29 AM
    RE: Casimira... - by Ryatah - 03-21-2019, 11:21 PM
    RE: Casimira... - by Casimira - 03-21-2019, 11:23 PM



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