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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


    between the shadows and the soul
    #7
    fall on your knees…oh hear the angel voices

    The lightning pulled the breath from his lungs, robbed the words from his throat. All was darkness and black but for an infuriating hum that resonated through his skull. Soon the infuriating hum was replaced by an anxious thudding on his shoulder. Blinking slowly he opened his eyes, catching a glimpse of Vanquish looking punch-drunk himself. No doubt he recovered quicker, being larger and sturdier in general. Mast on the other hand was a nearly full-blooded Arabian and as such was slight built and lean. He had taken the full blast. “I’m fine, I’m awake!” he said, his voice trembling but sharp. The effects of the electric still hummed in his chest, and as he struggled to his feet he felt he had little to no control over his extremities. But he managed, and he spared only a moment to close his eyes and clear his head. There was work to be done; his daughter needed him.

    Only when the hum had faded from his ears and the tingling from his muscles did Lagertha’s words dawn on him. As he is listening to the iron queen speak he heard another voice, fainter and only in his mind. “Father! The Chamber!” is all that he could make out, but it was enough. It was enough that he could put two and two together, anyways. “The Chamber, she is in the Chamber!” he shouted, though his words were lost on the black titan, who had already taken to the sky. Mast knew that he shared a bond with Yael beyond that of a normal husband and wife bond so it was no surprise. “The Chamber. They have my daughter as well.” He should have explained more, maybe. Said something else. But for now that was what was important. Closing his eyes he conjured forth his corporeal whitetail buck, his omen of all that was good and right. It stood silver and shimmering against the golden sands, waiting to be called into action. “This will help protect us on the way.” His voice was clipped but assertive. The gray king wasn’t sure Lagertha needed the protection but he felt it prudent to offer nonetheless. With a reckless toss of his head he leapt forward, heading towards Deserts border and the Chamber border beyond.




    M A S T
    King of Heavens Gates



    @[Lagertha] @[Vanquish]

    Mast is headed to the Chamber. I know Van is already in the sky, but Mast has cast a patronus for Lag and himself. Smile


    Messages In This Thread
    between the shadows and the soul - by Straia - 02-25-2016, 01:16 PM
    RE: between the shadows and the soul - by Kratos - 02-25-2016, 03:52 PM
    RE: between the shadows and the soul - by Wichita - 02-25-2016, 05:36 PM
    RE: between the shadows and the soul - by Mast - 02-25-2016, 06:21 PM
    RE: between the shadows and the soul - by Mast - 02-25-2016, 10:01 PM
    RE: between the shadows and the soul - by Straia - 02-26-2016, 09:41 AM
    RE: between the shadows and the soul - by Rhy - 02-26-2016, 02:50 PM
    RE: between the shadows and the soul - by Kratos - 02-26-2016, 10:20 PM



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