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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


    .Leave nothing but hoofprints.
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    The field had been brimming with life recently; new creatures foundling around like fish out of water, their eyes bigger than their expectations it seemed sometimes. Nier had found himself becoming quite the locale resident here, wandering, eyeing up potential harem members, potential friends, foes. Yet the greying steed was not the only one who had been quite the fixture, he'd noticed Cezary a couple of times, his wings quite grandiose compared to Nier's pale angelic ones -- quite the contrast really, angelic, cherubic, but hellish within...

    Nier dipped his nose, a quaint little acknowledgment to the winged steed, "Cezary. Fancy meeting you here, again." his tone is neither brash nor rude, but cool and crisp, perhaps clipped in the wrong ears. His wing arched lazily at his side as his attention was divided from the newly arrived Cezary, to the lady at hand. He had to chuckle inwardly to himself, his invisibility, his wings, if no one had seen them before it was quite a spectacle, a show indeed. All he needed was a curtain and someone to introduce him, and they'd be throwing roses galore.

    "Of course you, Petal. I see no one else worthy attention right now." he smirked, his dark eyes following her as she moved, to and fro, swaying almost as if in delusion. Nier offered her a wing, turned it to the side, ruffled some feathers before tucking them back close to his body. He winked a little, crass perhaps but it worked, sometimes. Such a charmer. The silver steed acknowledged her words, an ear twitch here, a low snort there.

    "I can be anything you like, Petal." Charmer, Hellion, Knight in Shining Armour. He was becoming quite the brilliant master of illusions in some case, an actor worthy of gold. It bided his time, it made him have a thrill where life had be such a dull, bleak canvas, he was having quite the blast painting it red, with swirls of colour. "Adventures. Good times. Quaint little life by the sea, encrusted jewels to gawp at all day. It never gets dull, do you think Gemstone Ridge would suit your needs, Petal?"

    • tyrael x amnesia • wings, invisibility • alpha of gemstone ridge •
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    Messages In This Thread
    .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Ynilla - 06-03-2015, 02:09 PM
    RE: .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Nier - 06-03-2015, 02:17 PM
    RE: .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Cezary - 06-03-2015, 02:30 PM
    RE: .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Ynilla - 06-04-2015, 12:18 PM
    RE: .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Nier - 06-04-2015, 01:15 PM
    RE: .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Belgarath - 06-05-2015, 03:24 PM
    RE: .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Ynilla - 06-07-2015, 01:48 PM
    RE: .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Belgarath - 06-15-2015, 08:23 AM
    RE: .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Ynilla - 06-16-2015, 04:29 PM
    RE: .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Nier - 06-16-2015, 04:56 PM
    RE: .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Nier - 06-17-2015, 04:56 AM
    RE: .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Belgarath - 06-17-2015, 11:46 AM
    RE: .Leave nothing but hoofprints. - by Ynilla - 06-17-2015, 02:35 PM



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