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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


    you were the obvious one, ghaul
    #1
    your breath frozen in the air, newborn droplets of ice
    you were the one thing i got right
    Clarissa may be young, but even she can read into the tensions surrounding her home and her surrogate father, and the sweet girl only hopes that they can all come to a peaceful agreement before it comes to bloodshed. Her blood runs thick with the blood of dragons, and while her draconic form is a sight to behold, she feels no need for violence and unnecessary war. Maybe it’s just that she is young and so naïve, or perhaps she is just ignorant to the way things work. For all she knows, this is just how things happen here, and she’ll be the first to admit that she doesn’t know a whole lot. 

    There is something of a leader’s summit going on somewhere within Loess, and Clarissa knows better than to try to join them. She is not even a year old yet, and if the meeting turns to violence rather than diplomacy, she knows that Castile’s fiery temper is enough to tear Loess to the ground single-handedly – and then he would turn his wrath on the other kingdoms, and the teal-and-gold girl knows better than to intrude on matters that are of no concern to her.  

    It’s fairly boring, though, to be off on one’s own with not much to do. 

    Autumn means that Loess is starting to change in ways that Clarissa has never seen before, and underneath the warm sun she finds herself staring at the way a fern has begun to turn colors in the slightly chillier temperatures of fall. Slowly, carefully, she reaches a taloned foot towards it, brushing her claws gently against the browning fronds, her golden eyes sparkling as she grins. She loves to immerse herself in Loess’s greenery, learning all she can from touch, smell, and taste of all of the unusual plants that blossom here. Sometimes it leads to a bellyache or a scraped mouth, but it’s nearly always worth it. 

    As focused as she is, she doesn’t even notice the boy approaching her from behind.
    clarissa



    @[ghaul]
    #2

    do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?

    His father is gone and the muzzle has been cast off in favor of limitless freedom. The borders of foreign kingdoms mean nothing to him now as he explores the world around him. The child passes through Hyaline without a second of hesitation and then into Taiga, exploring the forests there. In his heart, he knows the true destination, but he fears the answer may be one he does not care for. What if they are not like him at all? What if they are mere pretenders, as the serpents are to Gospel? Ghaul swallows nervously before stepping one talon into Loess, then another.

    If they are false then he will tear them down, he thinks. He will rip their wings from them and make them pay for their mockery. The sun still manages to bathe him in its warmth despite the late season as he slinks over the hills of Loess. The fledgling lifts his head, examining the blurs of yellow and red as he tracks the scent of fire and scales. There is a curious chittering in his throat as he moves forward, head lowered like a dog hunting down a fox.

    There – he can see her brighter than most against the backdrop of blue here. She has talons, like him, and he finds himself pausing as he watches the outline of her claw touching the fern. He can’t see how beautiful she is but something in his molten core churns just the same at the sight of her. This one is no pretender, no false beauty sent for him to destroy.

    A gleeful smile takes over his scaled face as he skitters forward, quickly invading her personal space as he traces her cheek with his nose. She is soft, like his surrogate mother, but she smells of dragons the way he had expected. Perhaps she is a delicate variation of his kind, then? Something to be protected and treasured, he assumes. Ghaul croons softly in delight as he nuzzles his face against hers in perhaps his first display of affection since his birth. Even if all the others are scum and refuse, he has a twin flame to call his very own.

    His wings flutter as he takes a step back, still grinning with all his awful fangs. The stars across his cheeks and the base of his horns seems to glow brighter in her presence, or maybe they are fueled by his hummingbird heart.

    I am Ghaul, and we belong together,” he says confidently, his small chest puffing out proudly.

    ghaul

    @[clarissa] he says hi i love you
    #3
    your breath frozen in the air, newborn droplets of ice
    you were the one thing i got right
    She hasn’t really had much interaction with others outside of her immediate family. Mostly she just follows Castile around as he does mundane things involving Loess, or she’ll glue herself to Cyprin’s side and they’ll meander the kingdom, exploring and laughing and learning together. As it is, she doesn’t know much in the ways of proper social interaction yet.

    Clarissa doesn’t realize that she’s essentially being stalked as the boy does his best to watch her from the shadows, but she turns at the sudden skittering sound and gasps as the other child touches the outline of her face, shocked and a little frightened at the sudden touch.

    But... there is something about him, something calming and terrifying all at once. Where his eyes should be, he has just nubs, the small beginnings of horns jutting from an unnatural place. Curiously she reaches towards him to echo his behavior, their touch curious and affectionate and Clarissa can’t tell if this is wrong or right, but there is something about him. Her soul feels at ease even as this stranger nuzzles her, before stepping back and grinning at her. His teeth alone should scare her but the small dragoness is not afraid as she watches him, taking in his scales and wings and stars.

    “What does that mean?” she asks him as he states they belong together, the confusion in her expression a stark contrast to the confidence of his stance. “My name is Clarissa, and we’ve only just met.”

    Taking a step closer to him, she lets her talons melt away to hooves, and quietly concentrates until she is able to pull the wings from within her, the pristine white of them a pretty contrast against his. “Is it because we are alike?” she murmurs, reaching out to brush her nose along his scaled neck. “Do you live here, too?”
    clarissa


    @[ghaul] ok she's weird




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