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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 will always find you [any]
    #6

    the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
    {drunk and driven by the devil's hunger}

    Humor is lost on Woolf, and he certainly cannot understand the pointed barbs so quickly dropped by his grandfather. Still, with a quick glance through Killdare’s memory—so easily accessible when they sat on the surface—he garnered the nature of their last interaction. He fashioned his smile into the usual one he had witnessed on his grandfather’s face, the result being both lazy and mocking, feline teeth glinting. “I can always fix that,” he growled, heavy tail flicking behind him lazily. Turning his head toward to the newcomer, Woolf’s smile widened, “I love nothing more than intruders for dinner.”

    His laugh was low and throaty at Arka’s response, and he took a step forward, considering him. “Perfect,” his voice snapped through the crisp air of the Chamber. “Just what the Chamber needs. Idiots who can’t figure out proper protocol without it being spoon-fed to them.” After this though, he falls silent, listening to the stallion’s request to join the army. Of course, he did. So many came crawling into the pine forest and fog-ridden kingdom hoping that they would find some sort of purpose or glory in the bloodshed.

    Lifting his head, Woolf frowned. Well, this was certainly bad timing. His grandfather, the actual panther, stepped forward, feline head tilted as he made his way forward.

    “My, my, we have been busy, haven’t we, Woolf?” Atrox clucked his tongue against his teeth. Looking at his grandson so closely mirroring his own panther form. “If you don’t mind,” he motioned toward the panther impersonator, his voice hanging heavily in the silence. “I’d like to have my identify back.” As the mulberry roan shifted back into his own yearling body, the purple of his color deepening and his legs becoming long and lanky, Atrox turned back to the duo with a lazy smile. “Pleasure, I am sure.”

    Woolf shifted and gave an unapologetic glance toward the two stallions, “The name is Woolf.” He did not bother to give them an explanation.

    Woolf



    I was too lazy to post them separately. :|
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    Messages In This Thread
    I will always find you [any] - by Killdare - 11-28-2015, 09:58 AM
    RE: I will always find you [any] - by Arka - 11-29-2015, 02:17 PM
    RE: I will always find you [any] - by woolf - 11-29-2015, 03:11 PM
    RE: I will always find you [any] - by Killdare - 12-02-2015, 11:29 PM
    RE: I will always find you [any] - by Arka - 12-03-2015, 02:04 PM
    RE: I will always find you [any] - by woolf - 12-07-2015, 01:59 AM
    RE: I will always find you [any] - by Killdare - 12-12-2015, 07:38 PM



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