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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


    the dead are coming home; everdeen
    #3
    you say I'm crazy, but I think I'm freaking amazing.
    "Was it now?" A slight look of amusement passes of my features as I tilt my head and watch her with slight curiosity. "And here I was thinking I was the only one who bore that name. Then again, I guess that is slightly illogical, right?" A slight smirk travels across my features as I watch her. It didn't take long to notice those big doe eyes peering up from under her thick lashes and clearing my throat slightly I follow the action with a slight 'hurumph' before rolling my shoulders.

    I had never truly been in the presence of someone who was so strong in the field of flirtation and to be honest, I had never had the chance to prepare for it. When it would make others giddy, it just made someone like myself almost uncomfortable in a sense. I never was the type to liking what I didn't have experience with. And this was certainly one of those things, especially since I wasn't the flirtatious type myself in the least. "Well.. I'm quite certain we could find you something to do..."

    My words are hesitant as I continue to observe the girl infront of me. It's certainly not that I dislike it her. It was purely for the reason that as previously explained, I had never been one to handle new situations well. Not with my social anxiety and all. It was her follow up question that suddenly had me catching her gaze and holding it steady with my own. I had only introduced myself once as King since I had taken over and I never really had liked referring to myself as much.

    For a few minutes I allow the silence to fill the space between us before looking away and nodding towards the trees. "I, Everdeen, am the King of the Valley." Turning to look back at her I smile slightly before shrugging. "It seems much more fancy than it is." I was never going to be one who held the title in high reverence. I had never strove to be king simply for the fact of power. I had strove to be king in order to rebuild and find the right one to lead after me.

    And I guess it also came with the fact that I truly just wanted to be seen as who I was, not for my title. It was after my little introduction though that my ears burst into cosmic fire, perfectly forming the shape of two ears in place of my real ones and only when I smelt the small smell of singed hair did I realize what was happening. Yet again, my body was chosing to change and internally I was screaming, panicking, not yet ready for the gift. While on the outside I stood there calm, doing my best to not look upwards and ignore the changes taking place.  

    demian



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    the dead are coming home; everdeen - by demian - 08-10-2015, 12:43 AM
    RE: the dead are coming home; everdeen - by demian - 09-14-2015, 11:26 AM



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