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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


    cry 'havoc' and let slip the dogs of war; Ouija, Thana, Gryff, Any/All
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    a ghost in the darkness.
    It’s only a matter of time before the naysayers arrive. The small wolf appears to give thoughts on the matter at hand. Crimson iris’s glance at her with mild interest that instantly disappears the moment she starts to speak. ”What you call grotesque, I call efficient.” Comes the flat reply before turning his attention back to the wall and admiring the handiwork of Deimos. For a magician that was old enough to fart dust, he could still manipulate beautiful things.

    However her words do seem to prick his nerves, his irritation already at a rise due to the hormones of the season and the recent developments happening in his kingdom. ”And why would I take advice from you? You laid allegiance to the man before me, the one who still resides in this kingdom as my captive. Perhaps I want to keep you all in and deal with you as I see fit, those that plot to undermine me.”

    A pause as he slowly forces himself to release some of the tension in his body, his muscles beginning to unclench. ”Yes, why is it exactly that you stay? I’ve been wondering that myself…” A soft growl as he looks at the wolf shifter, glittering blood now focused on her from their sockets. ”Instead of chastising me you should be giving me a reason of why I would want to keep you around.” The irritation rising again, hot in the back of his throat and flashing in the depths of red. ”Let me make myself perfectly clear and you can then spread the word to the rest of your friends still trying to hide themselves in these woods as if I do not know. To make great change, one needs to burn the debris so to speak. I will not have anyone residing in Taiga that doesn’t fit the mold. I believe in Quality, not Quantity.”

    His pale muzzle gestures to the wall, thick and twisted before them. ”This is but a temporary fixture until the problem is sorted.” How can he focus on the plans he has, the chaos he wishes when he is still trying to remove the clutter and trash of his kingdom? Several kingdoms had built obstructions before to deter interlopers or to keep certain people in. He had been there with them all and can’t recall Straia or even his own mother meeting as much resistance as he had. The former Taigans were stubborn but it would only serve to backfire them in the end.

    For a moment he almost ignores her, since not knowing his name seems to bother her as much as she is bothering him. Finally he gruffly spits out. "Gryffen." His focus readjusts on Deimos looking him over thoughtfully. "How long can you hold it?" A soft quiet question meant for just the two of them.

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    RE: cry 'havoc' and let slip the dogs of war; Ouija, Thana, Gryff, Any/All - by Gryffen - 08-23-2017, 10:48 AM



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