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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


    she's just some wild thing; any
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    High above the jungle, Elektra flapped her wings and laughed manically. Oh yes, she was back, baby. It had been a while, and despite her loud insistence that she never wound, Elektra missed the jungle.

    She doubted anyone would remember her, but that was probably for the best. First impressions weren’t really her thing. It was better to get a second, third and hopefully even a fourth chance. Not that the bay mare cared too much. She’d come to the conclusion that anyone worth knowing could take a joke, and anyone who couldn’t should get the fuck out of her way.

    It was not a hard concept.

    Still, things could get complicated when you lived in the land of wenches. Now, don’t misunderstand, Elektra wouldn’t have it any other way. But, she wasn’t going to pretend they stood around braiding each other’s hair. She considered this for a moment. Maybe, if they were cool, they could braid her hair. She could be convinced to let that happen. However, that was where the line was drawn. No giggling, no pillow fights. Just gossiping and hair braiding. Delicious. She licked her lips in anticipation.

    Now, Electra wasn’t a total fool, but she wasn’t always a quick study. She could not remember how to get anywhere in the god forsaken jungle. Even when she lived here, she had no idea. More importantly, she had no idea how to land. There were trees everywhere. So typical. With a theatric groan she went for it, and plummeted for the forest floor.

    Her landing left something to be desired, but that couldn’t be helped. She gave her purple and bay wings a tantalizing snap and popped her hip to one side to wait. She certainly wasn’t going to stubble around like a drunken sailor. After a few minutes of that, however, she groaned again.


    “Hey bitches!”
    She all but wailed into the woods. Elektra never claimed to be patient.

    “I’m back, come find me before a snake does!” That was a real concern. She was, by no means, a delicate little girl, but she didn’t fancy her chances against some of the jungle’s biggest bruisers. Better her new again sisters come find her.  



    Messages In This Thread
    she's just some wild thing; any - by Elektra - 10-04-2015, 11:26 PM
    RE: she's just some wild thing; any - by Elektra - 10-05-2015, 12:55 PM
    she's just some wild thing; any - by Anguisette - 10-05-2015, 06:45 PM
    RE: she's just some wild thing; any - by Sarah - 10-07-2015, 03:33 PM
    RE: she's just some wild thing; any - by Elektra - 10-07-2015, 04:24 PM
    she's just some wild thing; any - by Anguisette - 10-08-2015, 12:39 PM
    RE: she's just some wild thing; any - by Lagertha - 10-12-2015, 10:50 AM
    RE: she's just some wild thing; any - by Elektra - 10-14-2015, 02:00 PM



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