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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


    i've got scars that can't be seen | speck
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    watch your tongue or have it cut from your head,
    save your life by keeping whispers unsaid.

      He is enamored with her and her wild spirit; the way her laughter carelessly rings like a tolling bell and echoes in the emptiness of the plain draws him in closer beneath the pale moonlight. His wings flinch slightly, their scales shimmering gently beneath the aura of the night sky, causing him to have an unearthly glow to his unusual skin. His compound eyes more easily search the darkness of night for her picture, which glimmers as well - her burnt sienna pelt and freely falling tendrils of caramel and lime shake and settle along her neck, encapsulating the illustrious light that she herself seems to create on her own.

      His gaze focuses on her so long, and so intently, that he does not seem to notice that she is growing closer to him and within a matter of seconds, he finds himself recoiling as she begins to tumble, twist and turn, all barreling towards him at an unnatural speed before settling beneath him. He pauses, uncertain of her condition (or even his own), until he hears her softly moan beneath him. He steps to the side, his four forelegs and two hindlegs moving with an eerie grace as he settles a foot away from her. Gently, he leans down - again, wary of her reaction but hopeful that one so free spirited would not shy away from him in terror - and brushed the flat of his flushed nose against her shoulder, nudging her ever so gently.

      Though usually he would maintain distance, he worried for a moment that she may be injured, and that was enough to push him beyond his own boundaries. His wings gently spread up towards the moon, bathing the transparent critlin in its light, shielding her with a shadow replica of the intricate pattern of his moth-like wings.

       Softly, he speaks, his lips tugging at a smile.

      "Are you all right? That was quite a fall."
     


    elysium

    no mercy from the edge of the blade,
    dare escape and learn the price to be paid.
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    i've got scars that can't be seen | speck - by Elysium - 02-20-2016, 09:21 PM
    RE: i've got scars that can't be seen | speck - by Elysium - 03-08-2016, 06:51 PM
    RE: i've got scars that can't be seen | speck - by Elysium - 03-08-2016, 08:03 PM
    RE: i've got scars that can't be seen | speck - by Elysium - 03-11-2016, 10:10 PM
    RE: i've got scars that can't be seen | speck - by Elysium - 03-12-2016, 09:17 PM



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