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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


    peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one; birthing, any
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    When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend
    It was dark and warm. He was unconsciously the happiest he would probably ever be. His little wing nubs are wrapped tightly against his body and he is happy. Until he wants to stretch, but cannot. His legs are trapped and he is curled into a position that is entirely too uncomfortable now. Then the contractions begin and he does not know fear nor hunger nor any emotion other than displeasure at being interrupted.

    Too soon he is cold and wet. He bleats as he rolls up, eyes staring at the purple blob before him. His eyes clear, making out the face before him. She nudges him, cleaning him and making him warm again. His eyes blink shut before a particularly rough nudge makes him grunt and he stares up at her again. 

    He wants up. 

    He stretches his legs out before him, lurching onto them like a drunkard. He staggers and stumbles, falls and flops many times before he finally gets steady enough to be still (for the most part). He leans against her warmth, enjoying the heat and then the rumble of her voice as her chest vibrates against his body. A smile curls his lips as well, ears flickering when she speaks. "Chaaaayyyooool." He rumbles in response. 

    He looks up at her, twisting his head awkwardly before he moves, shoulder bumping against her side until he finds what his stomach was telling him to get. After he takes his fill, his eyes are heavy but instead of going back to the ground he settles his weight against his mother's shoulder, his eyes blinking heavily.
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    RE: peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one; birthing, any - by Chaol - 05-02-2016, 10:36 AM



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