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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?
    #6

    She was a strange mare indeed. The air of “I simply couldn’t give less fucks” was something he found refreshing. He mirrored her attitude with his own. Most mares he’d met had been bunnies and flowers and all things nice and good, and Gallows seemed to be the polar opposite of those bullshit notions. Refreshing, indeed.

    “Perhaps you tried it with the wrong man.” he said, rolling his shoulders in semblance of a shrug. It was here their similarities ended, for he found sex and excellent way to relieve tensions and stress. As she had been so kind to point out, he couldn’t burn everything lest he have nothing left to eat. It seemed as if every season, there was at least one mare willing to give herself up to him. Not that he had qualms about taking what wasn’t his, but it was nice occasionally to not have to fight for the right to plow the field and sow his seed. But she changes directions quickly, and he raises a brow at her. He had to admit, she posed an excellent question.

    What had led him here? Mostly ambition if he were to be honest with himself. Since birth he’d longed for power, a chance to drink from the well of it and drink that shit dry. But those opportunities had been few and far between here, and yet he’d stayed. “Excellent question. I came here as a baby faced colt, barely a yearling. I’ve now seen three kings come and go, and yet I remain. Perhaps its something instinctual, since this was my fathers kingdom many times over.” He doesn’t mention names, but surely as old as she is she could figure it out on her own. “I’ve no qualms with the Chamber, other than they aren’t the Valley.” he said, smirking slightly. By now the fire along his body had died somewhat, leaving behind a dull glow of embers against his black coat. “I’d like to see the Valley rise from the ashes, and regain the fearsome glory it once held. If I can help, I will, but I won’t pretend that I don’t do things for personal gain either. Unless you’d like me to lie.” he finished with a wink.


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    i set fire to the rain


    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
    Oh Flamevein, dear, care to chat? - by Gallows - 09-09-2015, 09:02 AM
    RE: Oh Flamevein, dear, care to chat? - by Flamevein - 09-15-2015, 09:03 PM
    Oh Flamevein, dear, care to chat? - by Gallows - 09-17-2015, 06:45 PM



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