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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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Zain
Rebel Child

Pangea

Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return

06-13-2024, 11:56 AM

“Heavenly…” the word tastes sweet on his wicked tongue as he considers what information is given. “Sounds like fun,” he says in an almost sadistic voice as a smirk tugs at his undead lips.

Shadowed figures dance about his large sabino frame with angst. A slight puff of smoke rises from his gritted smile, “then I best be on my way.” Destiny waited for no one in this world. Only what you carved out with your own hands would leave their mark in the layers of these lands.

He walks forward and slips beneath the veil of darkness once more.

Zain

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