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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
    And then there was one.... The one and only, of course.  She finds herself listening to more of his thoughts until her own cast the path in front of them.  Nerine was just up that long fucking road but something in the stallions hesitation causes her mind to drift off.  Obviously her entertainment for the near future has become stale.  Yawn.

    Reading minds had it's perks but the downfall is some don't fucking stop thinking and just do.  Just live.  Go with the fucking flow.  "Welp... It's been fun but I've got places to be, minds to meddle, and such." Her hefty flame-kissed body begins to move up the path leaving him, whatever his name was, to do whatever it was he was actually doing.  With the promise of not witnessing him getting his arse barbecued, she decides it's best to find some chuckles elsewhere...
    MOLOTOV



    @[Arithmetic] aaannnddddd that's Molotov XD
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    RE: ||Hell in a Hand Basket|| {open} - by Molotov - 02-24-2018, 09:56 PM
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