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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]  I'll be there when your reality drowns; Ehko, Locheed
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    your heart, it's like a drum
    the chase has just begun

    The sea is boundless, providing all that she has ever needed (ever wanted) and more. It is easy to lose oneself in its fathomless depths, to feast on its endless bounty as the world beyond moves on with it’s mortal foibles. But the darkness had descended, and even she could not remain oblivious. Night had fallen, and for a time it had simply been dark. In her timeless existence, it had hardly mattered. She had barely noticed the days had stopped coming until, even in her feral and lawless existence, she had been forced to pause and try to recall how long it had been since last she’d seen the sun.

    That had only occurred when food began to grow scarce as hunger rumbled in her belly. Eventually reality had come to knock, and Waverly had been forced to answer.

    In the cool darkness of what once would have been early afternoon, the beast surfaces. For a time she merely bobs in the waves, eyeing the sandy shores with the wary eye. But soon hunger drives her forward, and she finds her clawed feet dragging at the pale sands. As she rises from the waves, water sluicing from the teal and gilded white of her gleaming form, the sea takes with it the monstrous visage and toothy smile, leaving behind a creature so achingly lovely, one would be hard pressed to believe her a beast at all.

    But then, aren’t lures supposed to be enticing?

    She is unsteady on the land, so used to the water that her limbs feel leaden and cumbersome. She does not venture far, her pale hooves never quite leaving the salty spray and shifting foam of the sea. The ocean is her home, and that is where she would feast. She could only hope she would not be forced to travel too far to find what it is she seeks.

    Waverly



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    I'll be there when your reality drowns; Ehko, Locheed - by Waverly - 02-23-2021, 11:20 AM



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