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    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    Maybe I would have been Something you'd be good at [Chemdog]
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    He has recently discovered that he quite likes the espionage life – the life of a roving vagabond with secrets up all of his sleeves. It's an enjoyable life indeed, but he knows he must soon get serious about the mission at hand. With his attitude, who knows how long he may survive this entertaining life of his. He's covered almost every corner he remembers in Beqanna. Surely there is some left out, but he'll have plenty of time for adventures after. After what, you ask? You'll see.

    Nightfall catches him a bit off guard tonight. He was happily plucking ripened rose hips that have clung to their parent bush all winter. He decides to ignore it for now and willingly lets himself be surrounded by pale moonlight and a dark sky. Picking and chewing for awhile until a noise rustles just beyond his night-vision (not supernatural). He steps forward, swallowing the last hunk of hips in his wet mouth. He can barely see her outline, she's just a little thing and dark like the night. He fails to see the red hint in her bay coat, but he does not fail to see just how alone she is.

    Hey,” He calls out with an oddly gentle voice, who knows how genuine its paternal tones are... “You lost?” He slithers closer with only a few steps. Chem's thick feathered legs seem miles longer than her little spider-limbs and he has to crane his neck to lower his teal eye to look at her properly. He sucks in a breath quietly. He tastes it...he tastes her … is it the Falls? He can smell the humid leaves and moist mosses as well as the pungent smell of the water lands inhabitants. The pines. He can also smell...the pines. The Chamber's needle baring sentinels and its misty mountain aromas also cling to the young ones fur.

    How...curious...




    Chemdog

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    (orig. picture by mon-artefact on DA)



    sorry for the wait bb ^^
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    RE: Maybe I would have been Something you'd be good at [Chemdog] - by Chemdog - 04-06-2016, 07:43 AM



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