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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 keep the wolf from the door; lupei/any
    #3
    LESTRADE.
    The boy had barely made it to the edge of the trees before a ferocious, snarling predator comes rushing out at him. It seemed to be one thing after another when it came to this stupid place. He tries slamming on his brakes and his feet scrape across the ground beneath before he finally scrambles to a halt. Wary deep purple eyes slowly rise to meet those of the stranger’s before him. The wolf had morphed into a man who wore the same shade of mint green – highly suspicious.

    He narrows his eyes in irritation when the man condescendingly speaks to him. They hadn’t wandered into the kingdom freely. In fact, they had been minding their own business clearly outside the borders. But some dickhead had come along and sprung a firewall up at them. He didn’t see why they should be punished for a crime so that so obviously set them up.

    He glances back behind him and can barely see his mother hovering just on the other side of the flames. Lestrade takes a small step towards her and the fire wall suddenly grows taller and taller and his vision of her is completely cut off. An anguished noise escapes him before he can completely stifle it. He refused to allow this stranger a front row seat to the Greek tragedy which seemed to be unfolding right before his young eyes.

    He turns back to the big, bad wolf and glares openly.
    “And who exactly are you to question us? We were minding our own business outside the border before that gross thing over there decided to spit fire at us!” By then the creature-thing had lumbered away from the two and the flames it had left burning high in the sky. Perhaps he had grown uninterested now that there was nobody around to burn when this chamberling had made his appearance.

    “Also, you’re nauseatingly green!”

    Now the poor boy was simply being petty and hypocritical. For example, take his own mint green and violet birdcatcher spots. Who was he to complain about garish and blinding color schemes? He harrumphs and looks off to the side, berating life for putting him in this situation to begin with.

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    RE: i keep the wolf from the door; lupei/any - by lestrade - 12-28-2015, 11:59 PM



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