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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


    ... you can sharpen your knife [SET&TATTER]
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    I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
    An overgrown wolf. A closer look reveals six unblinking eyes, a deep red, nearly black. She stalks the afterlife, a shaggy black hellhound, silent and not nearly as frightening at first glance as one might imagine such a beast. You shudder to look closer. Back and forth, back and forth she paces, great head swinging between rolling shoulder blades. The source of her restlessness is unclear to any onlookers and, despite their current state which make it impossible for them to die again, the dead give her a wide berth. The grass here is brown and dry; it crushes beneath her heavy footfalls with a soft sigh, lifeless, forgotten motes. She finally settles into a sitting position, groaning quietly under her breath, short claws treading the earth absentmindedly. Her master would be along soon ...

    The air around her begins to leak black smoke. She rises quickly, whining softly, ears pinned to her skull. Like ink drifting at the will of a watery current, the darkness spreads; suddenly gathering together and then shifting away to accommodate the demon's presence. Yipping excitedly, she bounds to his side, cold muzzle pressed tight into the soft spot behind his elbow in greeting.

    Drawn just as so many others - from the depths of the underworld to the far reaches of the universe - he had hardly made it to the outer reaches of the Chamber before his magician father had redirected him. Find his brother - pah! - in the Afterlife and bring him back. An unearthly mist clings to the trunks of the trees in his immediate vicinity; it's damp and somehow slimy, clinging to his lower legs. Hell. He'd thought that he was free from this place, at least for the remainder of this body's lifetime. He had returned, as a child, only to search for his grandmother, the infamous Starlace, but when he had returned empty-handed, Set had let him be. Until now. Stretching his neck and shaking out his mane, he signals Set mentally, his she-wolf lingering at his feet.

    Niklas
    Set x Anaxarete
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    ... you can sharpen your knife [SET&TATTER] - by Niklas - 02-26-2016, 10:08 PM



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