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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


    In this womb or tomb - ALL
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    Pangea is nothing but a small glimpse of what hell is like. It is infested with the lowest of the low—liars and murderers—and only those that think for themselves. It would hardly ever be for the good of the land, to bring honor and glory in the name of her. No, Rodrik knows this was not the Chamber. It would never be like the Chamber where servants gave their loyalty freely and wholeheartedly to the kingdom and home each one loved. Pangea was not birthed and created in the same manner as the Chamber was, but uprooted by force and filled with greed and pride.

    Nevertheless, he remains here within this hellhole like place. The red stallion is no different from the many rats that gnaw and feast upon this wasteland. He has become a waste-dweller from the beginning. He has filled this land not once, but twice with bodies. And finally he has been recognized for his efforts—efforts that hopefully will come from something of value. He would not settle for anything less, and would not provide if he was not provided with something in return.

    Rodrik would not be enslaved again.

    He answers the call of their so-called leader. A leader he has finally met face to face with, but surely kept an eye on the wasteland they all called home or whatever else. There is little respect for someone who calls their self a leader and does not show their face, but he gives give some respect for supposed leader named Pollock on keeping an eye on everywhere.

    The red devil nods when he is mentioned, and continues to listen to the message. Rodrik is careful not to miss a word and he is sure none of the other so-called rats of the wasteland are either. There is greed and pride here, it stinks so much it is expelling off of all of them.

    “I will go to Ischia,” a distant island sounded more thrilling than this moment did and spending any more time in this wasteland too. “Anyone may come if they wish, but I am capable on my own as well.” So, when this meeting is over he will be off swimming in some water to some unknown island.
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    In this womb or tomb - ALL - by Pollock - 02-23-2017, 09:39 PM
    RE: In this womb or tomb - ALL - by QHQueen1818 - 02-24-2017, 12:12 AM
    RE: In this womb or tomb - ALL - by Rodrik - 02-24-2017, 09:59 PM
    RE: In this womb or tomb - ALL - by bruise - 02-25-2017, 12:49 AM
    RE: In this womb or tomb - ALL - by sinew - 02-25-2017, 10:01 AM
    RE: In this womb or tomb - ALL - by Harmonia - 02-27-2017, 08:08 PM
    RE: In this womb or tomb - ALL - by Pollock - 02-27-2017, 10:51 PM
    RE: In this womb or tomb - ALL - by Deimos - 02-27-2017, 11:18 PM
    RE: In this womb or tomb - ALL - by Pollock - 03-05-2017, 03:56 PM



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