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    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


    hell is empty and all the devils are here; branka
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    Love is Blindness
    Love is clockworks and it's cold steel
    Fingers too numb to feel
    "F...Fraktyr, sir" the smokey boy whispers as he takes a timid step towards the stallion. He could feel the way his parents eyes looked him over. An almost predatory eagerness from his iron father, and a mixture of pride and disgust from his golden mother. It was hard not to feel intimidated between the stern pair.

    Fraktyr's coat is sooth, unnaturally so, and covered in a dull, matte sheen that reflects the light at odd curves along his body. His limbs squeak softly when he bends a leg too far and his mane and tail don't move in step with his body. The poor colt has been turned into a living doll made of plastic. His gait is stiff, brought on by the deadened feeling in his legs, and neither heat nor cold have the same effect on him. Pain doesn't bother him like it should either, his thick, pliable skin mitigating the worst of it.

    To say he was nervous might be a bit of an understatement.  The colt knew almost nothing about the stallion who was supposed to be his father,  so he snuck furtive glances towards the towering iron stag in the hopes he wouldn't offend him. "It's a p...pleasure to meet you, sir."
    I don't want to see

    Fraktyr | Hybrid | Smokey Black | Colt
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    RE: hell is empty and all the devils are here; branka - by Fraktyr - 07-05-2015, 05:33 AM



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