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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


    The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born (any)
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    The blackness of the lady’s pupils beguiled my vision. I crept closer, intrigued as the blackest black of its eyes amplified. With each step - I tried to reveal every shade. I appeared to be commencing a psychic formality as I haunted over her, but this was false dedication as I could not apprehend a meaning from it. The moisture around its lovely mouth rippled a smirk that my predatory eyes could not resist. Only a stray wave, it had flattened before I could devour the sight.

    I had nothing but my company’s words to feast on; causing my eyes to revert to my night. I was easily lost to her. In my wander, the pressure of the woman’s neck seemed to suddenly brush against my own; this was bound to occur with my little concern for space. The discourse compelled me to collapse against my company once more, my torn lips returned in eagerness to feel. I was numb to the satisfaction my sight contrived. The sensations I rendered in thought procreated a slight obsession.

    One would suppose… ” The onslaught of a riddle was gnawed by the bitter black excretions that were vindictive to my being;

    .. doesn’t your mind often intrude visions or thoughts? Some … that you.. would think never desiring?

    My vocals strained with every vibration against the tarred death that refused to pardon, but this did not hinder my few words from becoming many.

    How you want me is far from your control.

    The mind is our master and we are all held victim to its ploys. I feel when it festers the uncured death that burns a pull behind my eyes. This burn eradicates from the heat of foul feelings that my sweet night calms in the cool of her embrace. The chaos was welcomed and I would set fire to it myself if I could. After all, it was the only pain and relief I could sense.

    My obsession of the woman’s detail was engulfed into a glimpse as her melodious, feminine voice acquainted me.

    She whispers anything, yet I was eager for something.

    V E | I S

    My life is full of longing, but for what I'll never know. I've been drawn into the fire as I reap what I sow..




    OOC / its funny because I also took a hiatus, and just came back today too. so welcome back! i'm excited to continue this one. 
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    RE: The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born (any) - by velis - 02-28-2017, 12:47 AM



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