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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 can beat the night; Weir, any
    #3
    I can beat the night, I'm not afraid of thunder
    I am full of light, I am full of wonder

    His voice calls out back to her and a smile instantly blossoms across her face. She knows he’ll know exactly what to do in this situation.

    The wind picks up suddenly, bringing with it a furious blur of snow that twists around her body in a little whirlwind. She doesn’t run for cover however - she’s been Weir’s daughter long enough to know his many tricks. Her smile widens as the snow solidifies, building up from the ground to reveal the red roaned body of her father.

    “Hey Daddy! Hey Darwin!” She skips forward to flash a grin at Darwin, and place a soft little kiss on her father’s cheek. “I found something you might find interesting!” With an enthusiastic hop she turns away, pausing once to make sure that her father and Darwin are paying attention. “Follow me!”

    She dashes away at top speed, knowing they will be able to keep up with her easily (well, Darwin might need a little assistance from Weir), and heads in the direction of the southern border.

    When they finally close in on her target she slows down to a quiet, creeping walk, brown eyes scanning the trees for the little creature that she’s seen earlier. The poor little thing had seemed distressed - she doesn’t want to scare it away!

    Just as she’s turning away from an old pine, a flash of orange catches her eye - “there!” Her voice is in a low whisper as she points upwards with her speckled nose. A little pinkish brown face peers out of the foliage, surrounded by an impressive, bright orange mane. Little limbs, fingered hands, and a long thin tail (all equally as orange) are barely visible through the leaves. “I … I think it’s a monkey Daddy. But I don’t know what kind. It shouldn’t be here though, right? It belongs in the Jungle, doesn’t it?”

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    I'm imagining a golden lion tamarin, for reference. Big Grin
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    Messages In This Thread
    I can beat the night; Weir, any - by Neva - 03-17-2016, 02:48 AM
    RE: I can beat the night; Weir, any - by Weir - 03-18-2016, 08:32 PM
    RE: I can beat the night; Weir, any - by Neva - 04-06-2016, 11:55 PM
    RE: I can beat the night; Weir, any - by Weir - 04-16-2016, 07:56 AM
    RE: I can beat the night; Weir, any - by Neva - 04-19-2016, 12:12 AM
    RE: I can beat the night; Weir, any - by Weir - 04-19-2016, 12:33 PM
    RE: I can beat the night; Weir, any - by Neva - 04-25-2016, 01:49 PM



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