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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


    [open]  Cut your teeth on this [ANY]
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    Longclaw

    In-between the motion of ripping stem from root there is another sound that has one of his shimmering ears tipping sideways to catch the motion of what he knows is approaching footfalls. She’s quiet, stealthy almost; unusual for her kind but she doesn’t draw his attention away from his current preoccupation at first. Not even when she offers a stolid “Hello” for his benefit. It’s only when that pointed, short question leaves her mouth that he ceases all action and stills for a moment. Longclaw’s mouth twitches softly and his eyes glide slowly across the green to where her hooves are planted rather firmly on the ground. His head follows, rising only with his gaze at it travels slowly up the length of her multi-colored leg and over the soft mounds of her chest to come to rest on her inquisitive, open face.

    “Only to kill.” He answers in equally short reply.

    Perhaps she remembered him (he was hard to forget) but there was nothing left in his memory of the little silver-gold filly that had danced away from the gathering so long ago. He only remembers that there was a butterfly. Those were much simpler times, for a much simpler boy. The wolf in sheep’s clothing is not that same boy anymore. It’s evident in the confidence that surrounds him as he takes a definitive step nearer to her in order to stretch his neck and have his nose hover close to her shoulder. There, he inhales her scent deeply and tastes the otherness to her on his tongue – something close to musky but certainly not dog. His wolf is intrigued.

    “Could you keep up?” He jibes, withdrawing casually to settle onto his haunches where he gives her a rather lackluster expression. The pride within prevents him from displaying his inward eagerness at the proposal, but he won’t be deterred on the chase by some rather unimpressive female and her silly games. Still, he supposes he might lessen the sting of his initial approach by offering her something polite in return, “I’m Longclaw.”

    One-Half contract between Wyrm and Heartfire



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    Cut your teeth on this [ANY] - by Longclaw - 05-31-2017, 10:27 AM
    RE: Cut your teeth on this [ANY] - by Anastazja - 06-06-2017, 05:23 AM
    RE: Cut your teeth on this [ANY] - by Longclaw - 06-06-2017, 09:09 AM



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