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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


    we are searchlights in the dark; any
    #5

    Keeper-

    There just wasn’t enough shadows to hide him from her. So Keeper saw him, called out to him, but did not expect his ears to flatten against his head or to bear witness to the visible clenching of both his muscles and his jaw. Oops. Perhaps he had no desire to be seen but she, quick to notice, had caught him and called him out on it and now, now he must be engaging. Keeper holds back a laugh even as his head snakes around to her and he grins. Good, he wasn’t too surprised or upset at being caught - even jokes about it which then, elicits a laugh from her.

    His eyes are teal and twinkling; he’s a mischievous sort from what she can see of him as he spins around to face her better. He even bridges the distance between them with a few steps and then, she feels the hunger in his gaze as it roams over her and that, for her, is a new experience. It is a bit of an unsettling one too because no one has ever appraised her in such a manner, as if she was nothing more than a broodmare to be gotten fat with foal season after season. There is a faint hot itch beneath her fur, a sudden rearing of a head more feral than hers and something like a roar that bites back - the grizzly in her does not respond well to the look he’s given her.

    Keeper though, tamps down this odd other self that she is still coming to terms with. Her black eyes never leave his face, just stare at him as she stands with all manner of patience beneath the stallion’s hunger until his eyes come back to hers. She doesn’t hold it against him; he’s male and in some ways, weaker than a mare because they abase themselves continuously of their most basic nature - to covet, to snake and herd, to breed, and perhaps, he cannot help himself. Perhaps he is more basic than most she has encountered thus far that so seem far more civilized than he does.

    In fact, it is almost refreshing… this is a first for her to have been looked at for so long in such a way as he’d done. He introduces himself then feigns confusion and Keeper really cannot help but laugh again. His deviance is rather amusing, at least to her as he tries to come off charming and he is! To an extent, but she answers him in a blithe girlish tone that is simply Keeper’s way of talking - no charm, no coyness, no flirtation - just Keeper. “No, not so very new now. I think we’ve managed to never cross paths until now though. Shame, isn’t it but the land is rather vast and the days are rather short…”

    Okay, now she’s teasing just a little. Stooping to his level of charming camaraderie. Then she remembers that she hasn’t quite introduced herself so she does now, “I’m Keeper.” and leaves it at that.

    not knowing how deep the woods are and lightless



    @[Chemdog]


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    we are searchlights in the dark; any - by keeper - 10-24-2017, 12:24 AM
    RE: we are searchlights in the dark; any - by keeper - 11-09-2017, 12:49 PM



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