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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'd rather die than give you control; rhae
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    After he had sought out Waylan, Bruise turned his attention toward the mare. There had been something about her, something both sweet and unassuming, that had drawn his attention. She had not belonged in that meeting, where the ground was nothing but gray dust and the souls were hungry, suckling for power beneath the dark magician. She had not belonged and yet she had bloomed, a flower amongst dust.

    He had watched her seek out the red-eyed stallion and then sought the company of Waylan himself, but still, his attention had been drawn back to her. Her eyes were not the startling green of the mare who had named him, but they had been large and clear and enough of a resemblance that his stomach churned. Enough that he had left Waylan and then turned his attention toward finding her, moving gracefully amongst the deadened landscape, his cloven hooves not struggling to find purchase on the ground.

    When he had, eventually, found her, he had not wasted time in moving toward her.

    He came up behind and then beside her, their bodies brushing against each other for a second before he circled around to face her, his face severely handsome, despite his youth. For several moments, he was silent, although he felt himself playing with the threads of Fear he could once again feel in the air. It was electric to know he could tug on them and warp her reality. Out of curiosity more than anything, he lightly tugged, wondering how she would react, if she would react—if he was skillful enough to do it at all.

    So, for now, he said nothing at all, instead studying her and her reaction, waiting to feel the rush of Fear along the breeze, to taste it and know, for once and for all, whether he was indeed back in his true form.

     
    Bruise
    head like a hole; as black as your soul.


    @[Rhae]

    so, he's sort of toying with fear induction, but how / if she reacts to it is completely up to you. if you want her to, she'd basically begin to feel afraid and even see him / their surroundings as slightly more ominous (although not radically different). again though, that's completely and totally up to you! just introducing it as a possibility in the thread. <3
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    i'd rather die than give you control; rhae - by bruise - 11-13-2016, 07:56 PM



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