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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


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    ASHLEY

    An easy smile set upon Ashley’s features as he regarded Nayl. Warm eyes roved over her, and brought about by suspicion, when he noticed—“I assume congratulations are in order,” says welcomingly as they begin their journey to the center of the island. The curve of her belly was unmistakable—Marlyn sported one of her own, and though she was happy about it, he recalls vividly the long nights, the sickness, and the aches and pains. “Is the pregnancy going well? Not too painful, I hope.” He moves the conversation to more easy things, always keeping in mind that she was a woman like his mother—like his daughter. Always scheming and calculated.

    Always plotting.

    Sabrael follows behind, a silent vigil, and yet a companion as ever. The dragon stays with them, as suspicious as he… and Ashley is grateful for the company. If there was anything, even the subtlest motion that Nayl is up to something… well, they are not foolish men. Someone came into their home and abused one of their own; it was not going to happen again.

    Quietly, the ginger man drapes his wing, pushing the tip into the dirt, casting a no-magic spell that would inhabit the entire island until otherwise revoked. Without their abilities, perhaps they could talk as mortals do, and learn some ground truths as to what brought the beautiful Nerinian Queen to his shores. It would prevent shifting for the time being as well, but whatever tricks the woman had up her sleeve, it would also render them completely useless.

    The land was blossoming with flowers of every color, put on display as best as they were during the spring time; the fragrance of the air was heady and welcoming. Ischia, always beautiful, was never quite so elegant, and Ashley knew that the former Amazon would likely find herself wishing for the old days.

    “So, the chore of ruling fell to you. How do you enjoy the weight of the crown?”
    and the girls caressed me down ughhh that's that lovin' sound
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    ooc: if you don't like what he did with the magical defense spell thing, lemme know and I will change it Big Grin
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    Messages In This Thread
    anyone; - by Nayl - 03-05-2017, 08:11 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Ashley - 03-05-2017, 08:26 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Nayl - 03-05-2017, 08:59 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Ashley - 03-05-2017, 11:05 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Sabrael - 03-05-2017, 11:39 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Nayl - 03-06-2017, 07:26 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Ashley - 03-17-2017, 06:35 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Vida - 03-17-2017, 10:54 PM



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