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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


    under southern skies; any
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    It hurt!
    More so than any scrape or bruise could because this went so much deeper than just the skin - this was a hurt of the heart, something she had not experienced so keenly before, even in her separation from Spear, her twin. This time, it cleaved so sharply through her breast that it stopped the breath in her throat, making her gasp.

    She did not wholly think the betrayal his fault, and knew that she’d forgive Giver just the same because she loved him more than life itself. But for now, she needed the hurt to spur her on and it did just that - made her stretch out faster and flatter in a gallop, each stride making the world around her just a blur or maybe that was the fierce hot trek of tears down her cheeks until the pain of it blinded her and she slowed, at last, and just barely.

    “You’ll break a leg that way,” he chided her, rather casually as he rounded upon her heaving spent flank. The pale parts of her fur were damp and lathered with sweat as he swept his eyes over her, one red and the other, black - the same as hers, only in opposite. Spear tsked like a mother hen and shook his head, “You never listen Spark.” is all he says to her, before pushing his nose rudely against her own as he sucks in her scent. She smells less wild than he remembers, more tame and more of Tephra than he cares for - there is something orchid-sweet and sulphuric about her now, like she belongs and he begrudges her that. It was easier for her to stay somewhere, to put down the very roots that he seemingly lacked.

    Her sobs have softened, if only because she has buried her face in the thick sinew of his stallion’s neck. A strange realization hits her, when had he become so different from her? She pulls back a little to look at him, at the fresh scars from bachelor fights and the way there is a new hardness to him that was never there before. “You’ve changed,” and it comes out more like an accusation. One that is charged and the air seems to crackle and spit between them as they eye one another angrily. “So have you!” he hisses and the menace in his tone is something that had never been thrown at his sister, never until now as she provokes him so with her trail of tears down dirty cheeks and the way her eyes keep secrets from him.

    Spear and Spark face off in a battle of glowering stares and grim faces.
    Neither is keen on giving in to the other, not even for the sake of their love for one another.

    Spear & Spark
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    Messages In This Thread
    under southern skies; any - by Spear + Spark - 04-02-2017, 05:17 PM
    RE: under southern skies; any - by Lilitha - 04-02-2017, 05:38 PM
    RE: under southern skies; any - by Spear + Spark - 04-02-2017, 05:58 PM
    RE: under southern skies; any - by Lilitha - 04-03-2017, 08:50 PM
    RE: under southern skies; any - by Spear + Spark - 04-08-2017, 09:45 PM
    RE: under southern skies; any - by Lilitha - 04-09-2017, 12:33 PM



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