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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


    Oh Flamevein, dear, care to chat?
    #4

    Idle hands were the devils playground, and his had been far too idle as of late. Dangerous things happened when he was left to his own devices and left to make his own amusement. True, he should be out recruiting and mocking and doing all of that other kingdom bullshit that was expected of him. But for now he was testing the limits of his powers, honing his skills and building his strength. If she couldn’t see that, well then that wasn’t his fucking problem. Fire always has a purpose. Sometimes its for good, but that’s never the case when Flamevein is behind its creation. He is not good or kind by any stretch of the imagination, nor has he ever claimed to be. Unless claiming to be good got him something he wanted, well then he was perfectly content to wear that mask.

    “There’s plenty of fun to be had by burning things. The smell of smoke, screams and whimpers. Music to my ears. I didn’t come to an evil kingdom to play with the fucking bunnies.” he says sarcastically, rolling his shoulders lazily. He isn’t particularly muscular, doesn’t need to be. His powers come from his mind, not from how much brawn he can throw around. Muscles don’t mean shit in the face of fire and flame. “I’m not stupid enough to burn everything and everyone. I can find usefulness in the most unassuming of places. Even whores have their uses, even if its just for the night.” he says with a smirk. “Since you brought up the subject. Wondering if you missed out on something?” His smirk widened now, and with a toss of his head he lit his mane ablaze. At the same time his tail became flames, as well as the fire that climbed his legs. They caressed him like a lover would, and he was hard pressed not to shiver from the pleasure of it. “I don’t like to think of it as misguided. Ambitious, maybe, but never misguided.” And as a final whorah, the fire rose in his eyes. No one could ever accuse him of being subtle.


    flamevein
    i set fire to the rain
    "Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. What I've tasted of desire I'll hold with those who favor fire." - R. Frost


    Messages In This Thread
    Oh Flamevein, dear, care to chat? - by Gallows - 08-24-2015, 07:13 PM
    Oh Flamevein, dear, care to chat? - by Gallows - 08-24-2015, 08:03 PM
    RE: Oh Flamevein, dear, care to chat? - by Flamevein - 09-08-2015, 09:50 PM
    Oh Flamevein, dear, care to chat? - by Gallows - 09-09-2015, 09:02 AM
    Oh Flamevein, dear, care to chat? - by Gallows - 09-17-2015, 06:45 PM



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