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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


    But you don't fucking know me homie you don't want war.
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    As much as it pained him to go, he was promised someone would find Tiercel and keep him safe. In fact he’d ignored the call at first while daylight still shone, running frantic circles through an endless maze that was once and always his beloved home. Each step he took was one driven by loud, heart-wrenching curses. Each corner he turned and found nothing was false hope that lent him rage and fury. He didn’t care that the ground was like poison in his lungs; they’d grow back. He didn’t care that Leliana’s garden ripped his flesh and drank his blood; he’d pay them all back in double.

    Night fell, his wife bid him to go and the others took up the search for him.

    He followed in silence with Ophanim this time, to where Castile gave them orders Wolfbane was ready to follow. Thoughts of red warmed him now as the dragon took shape and then took point, two silent sentries beside him to give Tephra what they had asked for.

    Leliana thinks she’s prepared. Everyone knows though: there’s no preparing for this.
    In all hell’s glory they streak across Tephra’s borders, Ophanim dipping low and Castile somewhere Bane loses sight of. Firelight strikes up as a thin match and then expands, tendrils out like the branches of a living organism that feasts on green pastures and grows between the two fire-breathers. Wolfbane tries to open his throat and follow suit without success (he will never breath flame again) so he does what comes naturally.

    While Leliana screams sweetly in his thoughts and all throughout her Kingdom, the striped pegasus fades to invisibility and coasts low for someone, anyone, to pour his rage onto. Perhaps... a wanderer. An innocent, just like his son.

    Yes. YES. As he sheds his cloak of secrecy mid-flight, whirling with all the rage of a frothing animal, he can think of no one more deserving of his hatred.

    Refugee of Loess : Member of the Southlands

    Wolfbane



    @[Jakub] Smile I'm down to move this officially to challenges or just discuss how it plays out via discord/DM <3
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    RE: But you don't fucking know me homie you don't want war. - by Wolfbane - 05-14-2019, 11:23 PM



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