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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


    i want to be the bullet that brings you to your knees; aela
    #11

    Even with his mouth over her throat, Aela is steadfast. She does not struggle, does not try to writhe her way from beneath his grip. It’s nearly intoxicating, save for the fact that there is no tremble of fear within her. She knows that he wouldn’t deliver the killing blow, even if his teeth are only inches from her jugular - one more heavy squeeze…

    Even in her eyes as they avert their vibrant blue irises away from him, Skandar sees only patience - she would stand here until the end of time, if he decided to hold onto her that long. With a sharp snort (and simultaneously releasing her) he wonders if he just might.

    Their eyes meet with a terrible click, a standoff firing between them as the adrenaline attempts to settle over them like a fog. Would she retaliate, he wonders? Or worse, (his ears pin against his neck at the thought) would he lose her forever?

    His fangs retract and disappear as Skandar timidly licks his lips, tasting her curiously as the two travel towards each other again. He wonders what will happen when they clash this time; will it be his blood that pours or will the heaviness of their adrenaline begin to fuel something far more intimate than wounds can provide? He hungers for more (and it shows in the glistening of his glowing gaze) but he cannot put a name to what more is, and so he allows that same rage and anger to fill in that hollow of his chest, blooming there like the vivid jungle flowers of his boyhood home.

    The Pampas.

    The response that comes from him is not subtle, lips curling into a scowl while his ears disappear into the tangle of deep indigo and violet of his mane. He snaps at the air in muted frustration, droplets of her blood staining the clay beneath his hooves. “What will you have me do?” Skandar asks (for what else is he to say?), though his eyes make it clear that his focus is gravitating towards her neck once again, watching her wounds and how the deep ruby of her blood traces each delicate curve of her neck with tenacity.

    He licks his lips and with a slow blink, fastens his gaze to hers once more.

    skandar



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    RE: i want to be the bullet that brings you to your knees; aela - by Skandar - 06-18-2021, 12:37 PM



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