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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


    for queen and country - anyone
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    I can not be forsaken, cause I'm not the only one
    Rapscallion had never felt anything before, at least not before Wichita and before he even got a chance to cherish that moment he was being forced to grieve her death. The buckskin did not know how to grieve, he was not equipped with that skill set and it unnerved him entirely. He was burning up inside with this white-hot fire, was this the time to finally set himself on fire and pray that gasoline is near? He could only hope to die quickly, to melt the sinewy muscles and veins into a boiling hot liquid only to perish. He is certain it will not be that quick.


    It could save him from his only feeling - heartache -  but fate wasn't that kind.


    He also feels shame, disappointment in one's self as he had let down Mountain, it was he, too, that was nowhere to be found when Wichita's heart imploded. He was calm, he was upset but on the exterior it was as if he'd finally found his purpose.  He is not cloaked in invisibility, he is mortal - he is coming to die, surely. He feels the trees booming up from the soil, the dragons and magicians rising above the ground and he wonders how many they have on their side. Where was his mother during all this? Rapscallion came from a long line of fighters, warriors; it's time he kept the generation going. He finds a mare on the outskirts of the Chamber, he bites on her nap and drags her alongside him as he nears a tree, the Chamber tree, as a few individuals crowd around. "It looks like this little lamb has lost her way, I hope you don't mind that I, being such a good shepherd that I am, brought her to you," his skin crawls and a manic laugh escapes, he shakes with a feigning frenzy awaiting. The mare stands stoically but he doesn't wait, it is quick - a blow to her head and she crashes towards the ground - another blow, until blood starts seeping from the skull. "Look at how disgusting you are, while all your friends fight their eventual demise you watch from afar," he can tell that the bay stallion is hot tempered, he realizes that he's seen him before in his home and he then wonders if he had caught this sooner if Wichita would be alive. "You traitor," the buckskin takes off towards the Necromancer, full speed ahead without thinking of the others who stand around him.  


    It's a beautiful day for bloodshed.
    R A P S C A L L I O N
    The deadbeat from the Gates
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    for queen and country - anyone - by Shaytan - 02-25-2016, 09:58 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Siberian - 02-25-2016, 11:41 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Astray - 02-26-2016, 12:26 AM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by R A P S C A L L I O N - 02-26-2016, 02:34 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Zayn - 02-26-2016, 06:46 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Kimber - 02-26-2016, 11:19 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Vessel - 02-27-2016, 12:07 AM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Siberian - 02-27-2016, 04:06 AM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Shaytan - 02-27-2016, 06:40 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Zayn - 02-27-2016, 10:46 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Siberian - 02-28-2016, 03:24 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Kimber - 02-28-2016, 11:48 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Zayn - 03-06-2016, 01:45 AM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Siberian - 03-06-2016, 07:16 AM



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