Smoke and Mirrors || Come one, come all.

COTY

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

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[mature] Smoke and Mirrors || Come one, come all.

Covalto

Smoke and mirrors

05-21-2018, 09:25 AM

No room for goody goodies

Oh, if only she knew. The moon passes over them and the silver of the stallions eyes glint hysterically.

"I think you will find I am anything but good."

Rasping whispers leave his throat as he eyes the woman. Tendrils uncurl from around thick haunches as the lumbering male steps impossibly closer, large head tilting to glance down at Taria.

"Take me to this Loess. I might pledge loyalty to your home if I find it... suits me."

And then he is silent once more, the words dispelled for the time being. If she wished to hear the voice again (it was just simply intoxicating to some) she would take him to this loess. He was so in love with adventure, especially when pretty ladies were involved.

((Perhaps we could throw up a thread in Loess?))

This is my world, this is my way.

Show me a sign, sweep me away.