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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


    so the darkness I became; underwood
    #1

    I was in the darkness; so the darkness I became.


    Out of everything, he was her greatest accomplishment.

    She had kept him hidden from prying eyes, guarded him jealousy against others, Eight included. He belonged to her and her alone, and though she had full siblings growing within her, he was the favorite. The proverbial crown jewel; something to be treasured and nurtured and guarded jealously. When she was dust in the earth he would remain, a symbol of powerful blood meeting powerful blood. Her legacy would continue with him.

    The raid had taken her from him, and to say she was eager to return was an understatement. Their world had been turned on its end but he was a constant in that upheaval. Like he had once sought the solace of her milk, she now sought the solace of his company. He had always been an uncommonly quiet child, stoic to the point of indifference. But it suited him, and thus, suited her. Where others minds were as open to her as a book, his was an enigma complete with a wall she could not climb. Perhaps, had she pried, she could have gotten through; but she would not suffer him that injustice. After all, he was her greatest thing.

    Though she knew he most likely would not hear, she still called for him. It had become her habit to talk to him in a sing-song voice, her words laced with honey and lilac and all things sweet. He was grown now, and surely didn’t need such coddling, but it was a mothers prerogative to treat even her grown children like innocent foals. Had she not viewed him through rose-colored glasses, she would have seen he was anything but innocent. There was a gleam to his eyes that should have nauseated her, a lilt to his voice that should have cooled her blood. But he was her greatest, her everything, and so she only viewed him as such. Not as a wolf hidden behind the cloth of a sheep. As she stepped into the forest, flailing wolf pups at her heels, she called again. They would find each other one way or another.



    Topsail

    Queen of the Valley


    @[Underwood]...so this is weird? I don't even know what's going on here lmao


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    so the darkness I became; underwood - by Topsail - 08-03-2016, 11:39 AM
    RE: so the darkness I became; underwood - by Underwood - 08-03-2016, 12:53 PM



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