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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
    Her onyx eyes turn down on the stallion as he begins to puff out his chest before her.  She was almost embarrassed for him.  What was this fucking fool doing? Trying to scare her! HA now that's a fucking joke.

    Words begin to fall from his arrogant face in an attempt to best her.  She merely wicks a grin across her features.  Huffing a hot breath of steam into his face, What? You don't like my tone...? Do something about it... 

    It isn't hard for her to stand her ground.  She was intimated by nothing and no one.  Just when she thinks she may have the satisfaction of beating his ass, he is turning back towards the path leading out of Taiga.  One flattened ear perks as her head cocks.  Still grinning as he speaks into his own mind and she fetches his words.  All she had to say was, Pussy. 
    MOLOTOV


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