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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


    Sorry, Not Sorry [Diable Rouge, any]
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    Had it really been years?  Years since she threw the nearly lifeless body onto Tephra shores.  A demonic grin curls her lips as her skinned wings land her onto the shores once again.  Folding them neatly at her sides, the golden sheen of her coat shimmering in the sunlight.

    The taste of sea brine was thick as well as sulfur.  The active island seemed to hold it's own climate from the rest of the lands that have fallen into the depressed winter.  Coated in drifts of frosted droplets.  Her eyes scanned the area curiously.  Looking for the rusty stallion that had been pacing the border so long ago. Surely the longer she stood here the better her chances were to come across the stag and possibly the child, her child, she had left in his care...

    That wasn't her only reason for being on the volcanic rock.  Duty calls and being of diplomatic status perhaps she'd find someone to entertain her company.  After all, soon she'd be tied down again...
    Karaugh
    illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore
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    @[Diable Rouge] I think the title says it all XD
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    Sorry, Not Sorry [Diable Rouge, any] - by Karaugh - 11-01-2017, 07:32 PM



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