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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


    light up the world; evil/dark affiliate
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    The frame filled with white and black mismatches has linger in the backdrop of the den for days. Helleborn has seen her mother come and go for exactly three of them before she does not return. Still another day passes and the large shape simply plods around the encasement of the Den. After some time, his presence begins to go unnoticed, brush stroked and blended into the background.

    Nothing was particularly different this day. The faeries has truly left to tend to the needier of the foals. Helle simply stayed because she did not know where else to go. She was still small and vulnerable in a large world.

    Lavender tiped ears flicker towards a rumbling. The words are like delicate glass figurines being slowly crushed under the tire of an ancient hearse.

    Slow.
    Methodical.
    The scent of death seeping slowly around the cracks of the doors.

    Helle pays not mind to the strange man whispering things at first. He is merely white noise, drowning slowly in the sounds of everything else, a filler. He poisons the air around him, catching the child like a fly in his web and as she fights to get away she can not help herself as the dark amethyst pins gravitate her closer.

    Lavender eyes peer up at the stranger, her small jaw is tight. If she could read minds, she would agree with her fillyhood closing in on her. She was far too old for her skin but in coming years, Helle would come to match her mind to her form.

    "A mother? No. I have one already. But room? A home? Please. Anything to be out of this Den." Her words frighten her by their tone of low desperation. She is a child! She should not know desperation but she does. The inner voice peeps up to resist going, leaving, running away with this stranger but Helle can not stop-

    -will not stop.

    She is turning, moving like a streaking asteroid destined for some far off planet. The small striped girl moves along side the inky blackness of the great male. Her small jaw tightens again as she affirms her decision in her actions, ready to cast away the Den and her former life.

    HELLEBORN

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    RE: light up the word; evil/dark affiliate - by Helleborn - 06-05-2016, 08:17 AM



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