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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


    [mature]  ||Hell in a Hand Basket|| {Molotov}
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    Gonna set this world on fire
    It is only when he stops before her and stares into her onyx eyes that she truly lays eyes upon him.  A twinkle of enjoyment reflected plainly in them.  They note the arrogant smirk on his maw before he retreats back to the forests.  

    Only looking back to announce his intended leave.  She fucking cared less that he was leaving but the entertainment factor of his destination was too tempting to pass up.  His business was sure to get his ass kicked.

    Without words or fed thoughts she emerged from the quaint stream.  Lengthy stride brought her body in line with his.  Her ruby lips reaching to trace up the length of his spine, then neck as she walked past him.  Flame kissed body leaned into his as she continued. The touch of her lips did not linger but ended as abruptly as it started.  Once she was a stride in front of him her mind reached out, "Well I wouldn't miss this for the world so...let's go shall we...man whore." A light laugh is created at her label for him.  Truth hurts... 
    MOLOTOV



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    RE: ||Hell in a Hand Basket|| {open} - by Molotov - 02-24-2018, 09:56 PM
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