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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


    His spots are the joy of the leopard [PG-13/Megz pony]
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    "You only live once but if you do it right..."
    His entire body seems to curl towards her. His tail flickering, his gold eyes studying her even as his lips form words. Her eyes narrow more, which is almost impossible as they are already slits on the sides of her head. "I don't find this precarious." She says boldly, her eyes widening only slightly as he grows larger, before they are slits in her head again. Her muscles tense briefly and then she forces them all to relax. If she needed to run, then she would want her body loose. If she needed to fight, the same would need to apply. Now that it was the easiest thing to keep her body loose and nonchalant while her mind was screaming DANGERDANGER WHY AREN'T YOU RUNNING!!!

    She eyes his teeth, eyes his claws and then moves her eyes back up to his own. She shifts her weight evenly, takes a small step backwards away from him before she stops herself again. She sees the horns grow, sees all of his transformations and her body trembles briefly with the need to flee.

    But she doesn't.

    "Is it? I was enjoying a rather pleasant walk until I heard your idea of fun." She really couldn't stop. The fear was making her both braver and more foolhardy. Her tail flicks at her haunches, and while his tone is rather pleasant, she knows that all this will be just the calm before the storm. She will run or fight today and either way she would bleed. At least for a moment he is picking on someone more his own size, someone more willing to fight back than the poor defenseless rabbits.

    "I am Willa." She says, with a raising of her chin ever so slightly in her pride. She turns her head to the side slightly, still keeping him in her sight. "And you, what do they call you besides monster and 'oh please god don't hurt me?'"


    "Once is enough."
    Willa
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    RE: His spots are the joy of the leopard [PG-13/Megz pony] - by Willa - 06-29-2016, 05:57 PM



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