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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


    i'm still waiting for the world to end; gryffen, caitlyn, any
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    The wait isn’t long since Straia was expecting them. The painted mare is there and she is pleased. As mysterious as Straia usually is, he can read the disdain on her face as she looks at Fiasko. Looking at her much as he had done, a weak and pitiful thing the Gates Queen was. His crimson gaze glances behind the captives towards another whose making it’s way towards them. At first he stares past her before settling on her and a slow smile creeps along his pale lips. He steps away from the others, making his way towards the flea-bitten mare. ”Little minnow!” He exclaims in a mockery of delight. ”Has he finished with you already?” Of course he is displeased that she has come here instead of back to the Mountains. Hadn’t this woman learned anything? Maybe she was just a sucker for punishment. I mean really… He had never dealt with anyone that sought out abuse as much as she did.

    Even now she whispers in horror to him and his red eyes narrow. ”Kingdom business. Nothing to concern you.” He growls, the wings at his back slowly unfurling from their dormant position. ”Quite a lot has changed since you went away. “ Ruffling the feathers with a luxurious stretch, one grazes lightly against her side as he moves closer to her. He can smell her sweat and fear, his muzzle finds it’s way to her neck. She is warm, quite warm in fact. Had she always been like that? He has never been one for heat and so he pulls his muzzle away and continues his inspection of her. ”What has he done to you little minnow…” He whispers mostly to himself, eyeing the brand on her backside. His lip curls slightly in distaste. While he had handed the mare over to Carnage, she was still his and he didn’t like his toys colored on. His lips press against the mutilated flesh with a kiss before he looks back to her, pressing himself against her gently as she talks to the captives.

    ”Now now, can’t have you consorting with prisoners.” He laughs gently but his eyes are cold and filled with warnings. ”I think it’s best I take you back home, we have much to catch up on.”



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