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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


    [private]  Where the wild things are; Naga
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    These past years have been rather lonely for the porcelain lioness, her children had grown up and flown the nest, and her wife had vanished several years ago. The sisterhood had become a group of strangers she no longer yearned to fight beside, despite her previous loyalty. Nerine had as well changed, stepping into the light of current times, rulers constantly revolved around the helm, pushing the country in every which way, until Celeana finally could not call the very same land her home. And so the alabaster feline found herself taking up residency in one of the common lands, where friendships were hard to come by due to the heavy onset of the plague. 

    Today is like no other for the pale creature, she slinks through the heavy undergrowth of the forest, her verdant gaze scanning every surface of scenery for movement, as her nares scented the area, picking up various scents of equine, who hold little to no importance to her, but she isn't looking to make a meal of them, not today at least. Her whiskered muzzle lifts to the air again, until she catches the very distinct aroma of a plump rabbit. She follows it quickly, her steps quick, yet silent against the autumn forest floor. Her hues darting in every direction, until fixating on a rather plump, fluffy specimen nearly yards away. She licks her lips, before lowering her pale body to the ground, shoulder blades moving slowly, yet with haste as she nears the big eared rodent. And with a calculated lunge her claws unfurl from their sheathes, and dig into the rabbit's flesh, her maw clamps onto the rodent's small cranium, fangs ensuring brute force, until she hears a sudden and clear snap. She releases her hold, and the now deceased rabbit falls from her ivory fangs. 

    She peers down at the carcass, a satisfied smile forming on her lips, as her body settles down beside her kill, in an almost protective notion. She doesn't mean to eat just yet, and so she rests for a moment, cleansing her claws of blood with a singular brush of her tongue, whilst still panting and catching her breathe before digging into her well deserved meal.

    Where the Wild Things Are


     I'm so rusty with her xD
    @[Naga]  @[Queenie] <3
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