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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...
    #7
    ryatah
    hell is empty and all the devils are here
    She isn’t sure how long she had actually been gone, though it was likely less than a day. It had taken her a few moments to grasp back on to reality, when everything from the lair had disappeared and the meadow had once again bloomed around her. Nothing felt real; like waking from a dream and not being able to distinguish reality from imaginary. But the stinging mark on her hip served as a reminder — as if the memories of him weren’t enough. She blinks her almost black eyes in the too bright sun, and she knows she still smells of the sea, and of him. There is a sickening part of her that doesn’t want it to fade away.

    But when reality fully settles in, there is a brief moment of panic when she realizes the twins have been alone all this time — however long that had been.

    She has hardly made it through the forest when she can hear their familiar voices — arguing, of course, and if she wasn’t instantly irritated at the fact that they had left Tephra, she would have been amused by it. Following the sound of their bickering, she rounds a particularly thick grove of trees, and comes to a stop to take in the sight of Casimira trying to pull something from Cassian’s hair. “Did I not tell you two to stay in Tephra?” Her voice is hushed in comparison to their higher, more vibrant ones, but it carries the weight of her dissatisfaction all the same. 

    When Casimira begins to sound her protest, she simply casts her a silent stare, before turning her attention to Cassian. His mane was matted with burrs, and she could see where his scratched skin was exposed beneath his black coat. “Cassian, what did you do?” The question is punctuated by an exasperated sigh, but it was difficult to be mad when he looked rather pathetic and was clearly injured. Her mild irritation at finding her two youngest children alone in the wilderness was replaced by concern, her face softening as she reaches to pull him into her. She brushes her muzzle gently along the crest of his neck, sweeping her eyes swiftly across him and deciding that none of his injuries were life threatening. Methodically and as gently as she can manage, she begins to pull the burrs from the top of his mane, and working her way down.

    “You two are lucky nothing happened to you,” She says during a pause in her work. “What were you doing all the way out here anyway?”
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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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