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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]
    #7
    Vemon laced words spew from the stallions red lips.  She can't help but assume the weak child never made it to her father.  Figures.  Nothing more of a slight shoulder roll at the thought.  Emotionless eyes watch as inner flames rise within the stallion she had left her son with on the beach that day.  Her lips are pressed thin, flat words expressed to those gathered, "He was weak.  Only the strong deserve to live." Her lips curl as she anticipates the reaction he will have. 

    Ebony lips fall flat again as the other is lashing out. Blue flames flickering about.  Curiously she watches as the transformation takes hold. Interest soon lost in the heat emitted from his body.  Her son was gone, her father gone.  She had no purpose for being here.  

    That's when the black stallion with blue eyes comes to mind.  She had seen him in Tagia a little over a year ago.  Smirking at the thought of finding him here, she looks to the blue stallion, "I'll leave... When I see fit..." With a quick shift she is in her other form.  Flying swiftly into the heart of the kingdom.  Surely the large black stallion will not be hard to find... 
    Karaugh
    illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore
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    Sorry, Not Sorry [Diable Rouge, any] - by Karaugh - 11-01-2017, 07:32 PM
    RE: Sorry, Not Sorry [Diable Rouge, any] - by Karaugh - 11-11-2017, 03:00 PM



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