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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    do you feel like a young god? molotov, any
    #4
    I'm gonna set this world on fire
    Her path was straight and true.  She found him easily and where she would expect to find.  Positioned near his dear lake.  It's shorelines now clear of dead and blotted bodies.  Long picked over by buzzards and scavenging vermin.  It's waters the clear liquid she remembers from her entrance into the lands.  His reflection upon it's surface renewed.  He smiled as she broke through the treeline and she matched it.

    He calls to her a question and she wonders why he asks.  As he moves off she follows, trailing behind him in no rush to catch up.  Was this some sort of tag?  An amused look came over her features as she reaches into his mind.  She is disappointed to not find much but a name.  He watches her in curiousity, a slight frown finds her now.  She stops as her head tilts in confusion.  She tries again.  Nothing...

    What kind of shit game is this?!  The flame kissed banshee hisses into his mind.  A dissatisfied snort expels from her nares. She does not quite easily forget though.  A smirk breaks her frown, You lived in the Dunes... With your traitor of a sister Iset.  Her thoughts slick and taunting.  She starts forwards again. Her steps light but purposeful.  Onyx eyes fixed on his amber gaze.  Bringing her face to face with her king... I'd make a much better Queen... 

    Her words lingered in silence as she reached her muzzle to his cheek.  Ruby lips planted a gentle kiss upon the golden scales there.  Soon followed by them trailing the bone of his profile, nearing his throat, then continuing down his muscular neck.  Softly sliding along his slick scales... 

    MOLOTOV


    @[Amet]


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    RE: do you feel like a young god? molotov, any - by Molotov - 07-17-2017, 08:38 PM



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