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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


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    kalika
       

    Trees, trees, and more trees. She feels as though she’s been wandering through endless forests, which, in itself, isn’t entirely unpleasant, but she’d certainly like to see if this foreign land has anything else to offer. She continues slinking lazily through the darkness, soft and luminescent like a pixie weaving through the trunks. She knows nothing of the predators that haunt Beqanna’s shadows, so she wanders without the barest trace of self-preservation, letting the leaf litter crunch and rustle beneath her hooves as she moves closer to the edge of the woods.

    As the trees thin and the light begins to pierce the gloom, a resounding summons filters its way down to her. Her ears swivel with interest, for she surprisingly has not crossed paths with another soul in the time that she’s been here. Her steps quicken so that she might reach an open space, might see who is calling out.

    The brightness assaults her deep green eyes, and she pauses for a moment, blinking through the initial disorientation. Once her vision equilibrates, her gaze sweeps through the scenery and she is puzzled by the lack of bodies. The place nearly seems abandoned, but someone must be nearby. She takes in the solitary tree rising over the meeting area, wondering its significance and how it came to be blackened. Her eyes slip past it to the farthest borders of the Chamber.

    A bit of movement captures her attention.

    Her rose-pink wings, delicate little things that look as though they’d barely support a dragonfly, flutter energetically as she realizes there is a man standing atop a tall rock. He must be the one. She knows that he has probably been able to see her since she emerged from the forest, so there is no shyness in her movements (not that there would be anyway) as she covers most of the ground between them.

    She pauses at a distance that allows her to continue looking up at him without wrenching her neck. Though everything about her screams of dainty femininity, boldness colors her purring voice as she calls to him.

    “Come say hello, won’t you? It’s a bit rude to expect a lady to climb a mountain for you.”

    listen up, i want to whisper music in your ear
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    Messages In This Thread
    kindred dirt, any - by Chemdog - 04-23-2023, 03:07 PM
    RE: kindred dirt, any - by kalika - 04-23-2023, 08:57 PM
    RE: kindred dirt, any - by Chemdog - 04-24-2023, 06:47 AM
    RE: kindred dirt, any - by kalika - 04-25-2023, 09:35 AM
    RE: kindred dirt, any - by Chemdog - 05-02-2023, 11:34 AM



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