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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


    Alptraum & Any
    #4
    All that I need is for you to be bleeding,
    From my homicidal kiss

    A wry smile twisted the nightmare's lips, there was nothing about this mare that screamed naked rat. Dangerous, a predator maybe, but most definitely not rat. Her lack of hair was a little odd to be truthful, but the sharp teeth she could hear clicking in the other's mouth made her take notice. Dipping her head in a greeting to the Khaleesi, dark eyes took in the other's straining girth. She was indeed with child, but that was a matter for later. She spoke again, her voice a hushed rumble in the stillness of the jungle vegetation.

    I only went to the Valley because I did not know of the land of women until I had already chosen to go to the other realm. I am not a great one for men, they have their uses but I don't care overly much for them. I cared for one long ago and it only ended badly, even warriors can not fight off the demons of disease.

    It had been a long time since she'd spoken of her Morgenstern, the stallion who had claimed her totatlly. He had been the only one to ever do so, and was probably going to remain the only one. She had no use for foolish men, they only angered her. Taking a step forward so the weak light filtered down onto her scarred hide, she stopped and looked at Scorch once more before speaking.

    If I had known there was a land of warrior women I would never have gone to the Valley. Librette is the only reason I am there, that and a stallion called Warship introduced himself then ran away. I am many things, but a peaceful ninny of a typical herd mare I am not. A warrior, a fighter, those things I am and will always be. If motherhood couldn't turn me into one of those blithering simpletons, nothing ever will.

    She lapses into silence then, not knowing what had caused her to speak so much. Usually the nightmare was mostly silent, perhaps it was being in this place of kindred spirits that brought out the words from her mind, or perhaps she had finally found someone who would not judge her just by the intimidation her size could bring.

    Alptraum
    Mare
    10 years
    Black (Ee/aa)
    Percheron x Friesian
    18 hands
    No Consort, The Valley, No Hellspawn
    Sael

    You see, I'm not like those other girls, baby
    I'm your bloody creature poster girl
    ♥dante


    Messages In This Thread
    Alptraum & Any - by Scorch - 04-29-2015, 04:59 PM
    RE: Alptraum & Any - by Alptraum - 04-29-2015, 05:22 PM
    RE: Alptraum & Any - by Scorch - 04-30-2015, 09:12 PM
    RE: Alptraum & Any - by Alptraum - 04-30-2015, 10:41 PM
    RE: Alptraum & Any - by Scorch - 05-05-2015, 11:25 AM
    RE: Alptraum & Any - by Alptraum - 05-05-2015, 02:30 PM
    RE: Alptraum & Any - by Scorch - 05-12-2015, 09:50 PM



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