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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


    we are aching bones and wasted years; any
    #8

    I can see for miles, miles, miles

    He has no faith in himself to ever master the bear inside him. Still unable to think of him and the bear as one living thing, entwined together forever. Magnus is real and he can breathe in his musky scent, still mingled with saltwater and seaweed, and feel his heat from his skin. Can feel the steadiness of his heartbeat in his pulse as he presses back against him. For a moment he forgets about the throbbing of his eye socket and the overwhelming urge of the beast inside him. ”Ok.” He finally manages, a defeated tone in his voice. What other choice did he have anyways? At least he would be away from Ilka and the others until he could control the bear, they would be safe from him for now.

    Years ago, he would have been thrilled at the prospect of going anywhere and doing anything with his father. The joy is shadowed by the fear of what is to come, shadowed by the pain in his body, shadowed by the experience of time spent in the underground lair. ”Where can we find him?” He shivers violently despite the warm spring day. The fever taking control of his already terror induced mind.

    Ledger

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    RE: we are aching bones and wasted years; any - by Ledger - 10-07-2015, 01:15 PM



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