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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


    deep roots are not reached by the frost - any
    #6
    you gotta see the artistry,
    in tearing the place apart with me
    Oh they're enjoying this game already.

    Venom grins wider as the look in the mare’s eyes changes, finally understanding the depth of the predicament in which she’s found herself. At Venom’s side, Virus giggles harshly as the look of understanding changes to one of pain as Venom’s grip about the mare tightens.

    “Yes, yes. I’ll find anyone you’d like.”

    The words hang in the air for one breathless moment as Venom lets the mare continue to struggle. She briefly considers forcing the mare under and letting her drown beneath the layers of ice. She’s never seen a creature drown before, let alone another horse. She’s certain it would be an interesting experience. But then they wouldn’t have their game ...

    With one quick motion she hoists the mare up out of the frigid waters, and floats her over the pond’s edge, where she unceremoniously dumps the wet mare in the snow. She exhales as she lets go, leaning briefly against her triplet for support. She is gifted with her power, but she is young yet and has had little practice lifting a full grown horse (she’s lifted her sister, but Virus is half the height of the strange mare and far more scrawny). The effort has managed to temporarily tire her out. But it was more than worth it, for the game is nowhere near its end.

    Sensing her sister’s weariness, Virus takes the lead and steps towards the red and black mare. “We’ve done our part.” Trying to cover her fatigue, Venom steps up to her sister’s side, dark spiraling horns lowered at the mare in a slightly threatening gesture. “And now it’s your turn.” Now both girls grin and speak as one, green eyes narrowing at their prey. “Find us someone to play with. Or,” both girls give each other knowing looks, “we will play with you.” They fall silent again, waiting, watching. Will the mare keep her bargain? Or will they get to toy with her a little longer?
    venom&virus


    If you don't like any of the telekinetic stuff, again, please let me know! Smile
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    RE: deep roots are not reached by the frost - any - by Venom + Virus - 03-18-2017, 02:07 AM



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