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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


    there will be scars, Zoya
    #3

    We are at war. There will be scars.

    The mare is fine, and the young stallion is relieved. He was worried that he'd come upon her too quickly, impolitely, and that he'd startled her, or hurt her in some way. He may be a member of the Chamber of Evil, the son of its queen and its general, but he's got charm and manners aplenty. He isn't about to enjoy startling a lady in the dead of night.

    "No, nothing wrong." he replies in his deep voice, moving toward her now, careful not to disturb anything else in the darkness. "I was worried that I'd startled you in the darkness." his voice is kind, almost warm. He doesn't miss how she straightens when she turns to him, the way she seems to subtly regard him. He's starting to learn what all these things mean. Handsome is a thing that he has always been, but he's never known how to use it. That's a talent that he's just now starting to hone, now that he's become so familiar with how to use his charm. The two go hand-in-hand, after all.

    She introduces herself, and he offers her a small smile, almost invisible in the moonlight. "Nice to meet you, Zoya." he is glad for the conversation; he's always happy to speak with anyone when he comes to the Meadow. That's why he's here, after all, to broaden his horizons, to learn everything that he possibly can. Above all, to bring back things that can help make the Chamber stronger.

    Things like potential new members.

    "What are you doing out here all alone at this time of night?" his voice is gentle, friendly, caring – not harsh or judgmental. He doesn't want to insult her, doesn't want to rub salt in a raw wound, but it's a question he needs answered. "The Meadow here isn't always a safe place. There are things far, far worse than me that lurk here at night." She knows it, he expects – most of them do, they're not hard to smell. And it's not just other horses either; the wild animals that stalk the fringes, the animals of Beqanna – they can be so terribly unpredictable.

    Erebor

    Native Prince of the Chamber

    warship x straia

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    Messages In This Thread
    there will be scars, Zoya - by Erebor - 05-11-2015, 11:33 PM
    RE: there will be scars, Zoya - by Zoya - 05-12-2015, 09:57 AM
    RE: there will be scars, Zoya - by Erebor - 05-19-2015, 12:25 AM
    RE: there will be scars, Zoya - by Zoya - 05-20-2015, 06:00 AM
    RE: there will be scars, Zoya - by Erebor - 06-05-2015, 09:41 PM
    RE: there will be scars, Zoya - by Zoya - 06-12-2015, 04:48 PM



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