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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]  In the morning you'll look like regret [Severe]
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    Vadar

    Seven characteristics are in an uncultivated person, and seven in a learned one

    Annoying kids.

    Brats in the Forest again, screaming their stupid heads off. Vadar tried to close his eyes and ignore the grating sound, but the noise just wouldn't let up. They were interrupting his sleep and he was damn near sick of it.

    Immortal and still having to deal with childish pranks, he grumbled and took off at a trot, why anyone would think of breeding more milksuckers at a time like this escapes me. And then he didn't think about it anymore. He had a plan to chase the irritants out.

    White-lipped, the old black stallion came across an unusually dark patch of forest and sussed about quietly as he could, quickly working to make a creature of stone and stick that would do his bidding.

    He spoke runic, gave it a task, and breathed life into the golem that gathered itself together in a tornado of creation. Branches snapped free of their bearings and clung to the center of the creature, stones too. Vines created limbs and it groaned as it grew, larger and larger still. There was nothing quiet about the affair once it began, but Vadar could hardly be bothered.

    He sat aside and watched with glowing red eyes, murmuring to himself and the Golem before finally releasing its havoc on the forest. Its purpose (the singular one he'd given it) was a fear and disgust of the dark, and so when it gained control and basic sentience, the thing flailed its arms and fists made of stone toward the darkest areas it could find.

    Poor, stupid thing.

    But it was Vadar's poor, stupid thing - and he smiled to see it at work completely out of his control. His eyes flashed happily, ruby red. If that was not enough to scare the brats away, he would blast whoever was out here making noise and leave them lighter than a damn feather. All he needed to do was stand nearby and wait for them to show face.

    Come on. He thought impatiently. Move on, already. You're cutting into my slumber.

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    @Severe Plot twist for the culture. And because I went too hard on Apothica <3 Oops.
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    RE: In the morning you'll look like regret [Severe] - by Vadar - 03-28-2023, 09:33 AM



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