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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 a wise man knows himself a fool; any
    #2
    you say I'm crazy, but I think I'm freaking amazing.
    I had decided to take my afternoon walk through the forest after the meeting had gone it's separate ways. It hadn't taken long before he had come across the dark boy who had so brightly interrupted the kingdom meeting with his wails of discontent and unhappiness at coming across something that didn't add up with his plans. Thought what those plans were, I wasn't entirely sure and a small curiosity had piqued at the back of my mind. For a while I follow him at a distance, stalking him with silent footsteps as I weave around and through the trees of the thick forest, until finally I quicken my pace.

    My footsteps are no longer silent, and the soft sound of my wings brushing against the trees fill the air until finally I step up beside him, walking in tune with the boys steps the way soldiers do until finally I glance over, lips pressed in a thoughtful line. "Hello," my voice is quiet and gruff, barely heard over the breeze that ran it's way gently through the forests canopy and made the trees rustle gently. "Fennick was it?" I pause then, allowing him enough time to respond before I come to a stop and look at him with a curious gaze, head tilted just barely to the left as I stood tall and confident amongst the trees.

    The soft orange glow of my cat like spots surrounded the both of us in a gentle light. "What was with the small outburst earlier? Why do you seem so unsure of yourself?" So many questions, I know. But I couldn't help but seek the answers to the questions that probed my mind since the moment Fennick had stumbled upon their small gathering. And even though the boy had been awkward then, and I brought up such things. That didn't mean I didn't notice the small changes. The way he carried himself better just a little taller. The way the stutter in his steps seemed to have smoothed out mostly. And most importantly how his mood had improved most significantly.

    It showed promise. And maybe that was why the jaguar king was so curious about the awkward boy. And this is where I choose to wait for the boy to speak. Giving him time to answer me in the ways he felt best.

    demian

    carnage x adalind



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