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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


    [private]  call me the world's sexiest killing machine; sabrael
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    God damn, but he was exquisite. Stirred my blood in all sorts of interesting ways, he did, especially when those wings erupted out of his sides and horns shot out of his skull. He flashed those vicious teeth of his in a predatory grin and growled, “I will not forget what you’ve done.” And I swear, I shivered. Mmm, he’d be damn good at it if he decided to pay me back in kind, wouldn’t he? Hell yeah, I’d let those teeth sink into my flesh, soften the iron just enough that he could leave his mark, maybe even keep the scars for a while just to savor it a little longer.

    “Promise?” I purred, brushing my lips along the line of his shoulder again. “Maybe you can return the favor someday.” If only. Now don’t get me wrong, I was more of a take charge kind of guy, but there was something about that growl of his that really got me going. I’d let him pin me down and do all sorts of things to me, just about anything his pretty little heart desired. Claw me up some, get those teeth in me, mmm, why not? Especially if it led to--well. Let’s not get too wound up here, hmm? I could tell he was about to take off, to go see what glorious artwork I’d wrought on his Lacey’s skin. Nah, not yet. Not just yet. Let him find her, let him stew a bit, maybe have a little fun with his toy while she was still shiny.

    While blood and liquid iron still dripped from her body in shimmering, gleaming rivulets.

    Mmm. God, she was gorgeous now. “You’re welcome, baby. Enjoy.” There wasn’t much else to say, not yet. Later, when he was through with her, maybe then he’d want to play. Gods knew I’d let him, too, if he came at me with fang and horn and that snarl in his voice. But for now, I had places to go, more magic to unleash. I walked away, winking over my shoulder at him before I disappeared.
    Bite my shiny metal ass.
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