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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    Scorch;
    #3
    Burn my lungs and curse my eyes
    Nayl's blood is boiling, not with anger, but with passion. There is a fire in the pit of her soul that is raging and yet she holds herself well. She is composed and refined unlike many of her more brutish counterparts. There are finer qualities about her that have been chiseled to perfection from her mother. Generations of fine breeding have produced a child that finds herself immaculate, but she would never admit to this. In the face of her peers, Nayl is a perfect combination of humble and confident.

    Many would flinch in the eyes of their Khaleesi and her brash ways, but the girl is quietly fascinated. There are flaws in the Queen just as there are flaws in every other ruler of Beqanna. That is life, but Nayl silently picks them apart and harbors the information. One day, she will be a Queen; one day, she will be better than them all.

    A reserved grin tips up the corners of her mouth when she listens to Scorch. "Mother hasn't done nearly as much as my grandmother had once done," she pauses long enough to idly flick her tail, "Or you." She loves mother, but she wants to best her. Nayl is ambitious while Myrina seems to lack that treasured quality. Such a pity, the girl muses as her autumn eyes find the canopy. "I know I cn do it, aunt," the statement is exhaled on an expectant sigh as her gaze falls back to the fiery Khaleesi. Her voice is silky, sweet even, but with other undertones hidden to the unobservant ear. "Where to begin?" So much has to come naturally, but there are others that must be polished. A thoughtful hum vibrates through Nayl as she considers the prospect.

    Teach me to be a Queen, she almost says, but she doesn't want it to be too obvious.
    Teach me to be successful, she thinks, but that doesn't sound strong at all.
    Simply teach me, she tells herself, but that is too broad.

    "I want to be a true Amazon, not one simply because I live here." They are the elite. They are fierce and wise, fearless and strong, sultry and venomous. "I want to be an Amazon that would make grandmother and all past generations proud."

    Teach me to be a Queen, she doesn't say.


    Nayl
    covet and myrina's creation


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    Messages In This Thread
    Scorch; - by Nayl - 05-18-2015, 01:21 PM
    RE: Scorch; - by Scorch - 05-25-2015, 11:20 PM
    RE: Scorch; - by Nayl - 06-03-2015, 07:13 PM
    RE: Scorch; - by Scorch - 06-07-2015, 06:10 PM



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