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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


    In the paths of righteousness [Rapscallion; *warning*]
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    I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes
    A trained eye or heart rather, would find this indicative of having the capability of feeling. The hangup with the buckskin was he had never known what these things meant to recognize them when they were more than obvious. Wichita was probably giving him the most intimate conversation he had had his entire life - all nine years of it. Something, he is unsure what exactly, draws him in instead of away when she speaks it felt, corrected (though he still caught it) was good.

    "Something has changed, indeed, but if you thought that felt good...perhaps there are other things to be euphoric," he says, matter of factly. From any other man this might have been a boasting phrase to inflate one's ego but even in the most primal of instincts, Rapscallion was a gentleman. He moves now to her side, sliding up with his neck brushing against her ribs, next his teeth candidly grazing her shoulder. "That is if you want to find out more," he stops, waiting for her to give him a swift kick to the head or welcome him.
    R A P S C A L L I O N
    the sociopathic private of the gates


    ooc: super short but I wanted to get something up really quick so I promise my next response will be better! Smile
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    RE: In the paths of righteousness [any] - by R A P S C A L L I O N - 01-01-2016, 12:33 PM



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