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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


    Nothing is coming to rise - Roan
    #9

    Ianto was not afraid of the younger stallion and so when his teeth snap towards his throat, Ianto tucks his head tight to his neck and only flinches a little when the teeth snap on air. He would grow if he could. In fact right this moment he wishes he changed into a tundra wolf so he could rip this stallion's throat out, instead of the smaller fox that wasn't much of a threat. He makes some rumbling in his throat, his hooves planted in the snow, unmoving against the threat.

    Of course it takes all he has not to let this escalade. His body fairly vibrates with anger and that ridiculous testosterone he can't control.

    "I'm sorry sweet girl." He murmurs to her, properly chastised as she yells at them both. His anger leaves him as quickly as it had come when she spoke those three words oh so quietly that had his stomach dropping and his heart stop beating. His lips still touch her, his eyes still on the stallion before him (later he would realize the stallion was right for her with the protective way he had stood before another). He still was unsure, despite her declaration, despite it all.

    He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that his daughter had met and fallen in love with someone. Somewhere in the commotion when he had been acting like a fool he had heard her say his name. "Brynmor." He says it experimentally, and why he probably should move and let her love walk to her side, he doesn't, not quiet yet.

    "How long have you been a resident of the Tundra?" He says, beginning his own phase of conversation that doesn't have anything to do with love and everything to do with making sure this boy was good enough for his baby. His shoulder bumps against her gently, even as he smiles slightly when he turns to look at her. "I have missed you."


    Ianto

    Nothing burns like the cold.




    (this is horrible. I'm sorry <3 He was all over the place tonight.)


    Messages In This Thread
    Nothing is coming to rise - Roan - by Brynmor - 01-05-2016, 02:20 PM
    RE: Nothing is coming to rise - Roan - by roan - 01-07-2016, 02:45 PM
    RE: Nothing is coming to rise - Roan - by Brynmor - 01-12-2016, 02:11 AM
    RE: Nothing is coming to rise - Roan - by roan - 01-27-2016, 09:30 AM
    RE: Nothing is coming to rise - Roan - by Brynmor - 01-29-2016, 03:15 PM
    RE: Nothing is coming to rise - Roan - by Ianto - 02-01-2016, 11:32 AM
    RE: Nothing is coming to rise - Roan - by Brynmor - 02-01-2016, 03:49 PM
    RE: Nothing is coming to rise - Roan - by roan - 02-18-2016, 01:14 PM
    RE: Nothing is coming to rise - Roan - by Ianto - 02-18-2016, 08:40 PM
    RE: Nothing is coming to rise - Roan - by Brynmor - 02-20-2016, 01:18 PM
    RE: Nothing is coming to rise - Roan - by roan - 03-29-2016, 01:03 PM



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