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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


    Who painted the lion? [Umqra, Kirin]
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    lupei

    What the truth is, I can't say anymore

    He doesn’t release her until he can physically feel the tension between her shoulders dissolve. His jaw widens, slowly, and his teeth release the bulk of her scruff leaving her with nothing but perhaps a sore spot. Lupei rolls his tongue across the roof of his mouth to rid his palette of her unkempt fur. Children. “You’re strong, I’ll give you that.” He admits, turning away from her to shift back to his equine body. “But you’re untrained, irrational.” He tells her. His eyes pin her, mulling over her malnourished state for a moment before thinking about opportunity. On the one hand, he doesn’t want to offer a stray any hope, but on the other, he could gain a valuable tool. “Where are you from? Who’s your parents?” He questions, wondering if even the girl knew herself.

    Lupei finds it a shame that gifted horses go abandoned in this world. Not only was it dangerous, as he’d showed her, but it made for trouble down the line when they couldn’t control themselves. Astri, his dam, had tried her best but being un-gifted herself she’d sought help from outside sources. Lupei had slipped up once, and it had cost a life. Now it’s no longer a matter of what he wants; taking in this girl seems a matter of necessity. “I can help you, train you, if that’s what you think you’d want.” Lupei says, tail twitching with the effort of being responsible. “I’ve been a shifter since birth, but I mastered it at a young age thanks to another horse.”

    “You could be great.” Lupei ponders aloud. The true strength of a wolf lied within the pack - the hunt was stronger, more deadly. If this filly was willing to learn, Lupei could bet there would be others too. “But greatness comes with hard work.” He finishes, ending his talk with a hard stare at the younger wolf. If she turned away his offer, then Lupei would think her a fool. But, he wouldn’t think that this particular shifter was fool enough to turn away protection, food, and guidance.



    ooc: It gave me tons of muse! Lupei likes her. (deep deep deeeeeeeep down.)
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    Who painted the lion? [Umqra, Kirin] - by Lupei - 02-20-2016, 03:51 PM
    RE: Who painted the lion? [Umqra, Kirin] - by Lupei - 02-27-2016, 03:41 PM



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