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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


    for every stop there is a go
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    Elektra didn’t get bored, per say. But, she did get restless. And, when she got restless she tended to get into trouble. Or, more accurately, the trouble found her. Needless to say, this was a bad trait to have when living in a dangerous jungle. Somehow, through either dumb luck or the grace of god, she had yet to find herself in too much peril. Elektra knew she should be thankful of this. But, she wasn’t. She was restless, and for the first time, she went looking for trouble before it could find her.

    Despite living in the Jungle for some time, she had yet to become a top notch navigator. She could find her way back to the herd lands, as long as she didn’t wander too deep into the jungle. For this reason, she skirted the edge of the Amazons, and tried to make due with the amusements she found there.

    She found a snake, a few colorful flowers, and a nefarious looking tree frog. She stayed way from the latter, and happily ate the flowers. She was still chewing when she heard his shout. Elektra’s ears snapped to attention and it took her a few scrambling minutes to realize that he was alone, looking for someone, and she should probably go say hello.

    It had been a while since she had laid eyes on a man. She wasn’t going to lie, the idea was appealing.

    Slowly, making sure she didn’t fall over tree branches as she usually did, the parrot colored mare made her way towards him. When he was in her sight she grinned devilishly, and spoke, her voice a little too smooth.

    “Why, hello there.” She smiled, big and pretty for him, and slunk a little closer, stumbling only slightly when her toe snagged on a hidden vine. She recovered quickly, and looked him up and down. She made sure her eyes were a little too warm and lingered a little too long where they shouldn’t. After a moment of unabashed leering, she cleared her throat prettily, and made her eyes big and round.

    “You rang?” If Elektra’s smile turned a little devilish just then, she hoped nobody would hold it against her. And, if her eyes glinted a little dangerously, all the better.


    Messages In This Thread
    for every stop there is a go - by Weir - 11-02-2015, 02:21 PM
    RE: for every stop there is a go - by Elektra - 11-03-2015, 01:09 PM
    RE: for every stop there is a go - by Weir - 11-03-2015, 03:02 PM
    RE: for every stop there is a go - by Elektra - 11-04-2015, 04:15 PM
    RE: for every stop there is a go - by Weir - 11-06-2015, 10:33 AM
    RE: for every stop there is a go - by Elektra - 12-03-2015, 02:38 PM



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