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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


    eight, anyone;
    #6

    He is no stranger to want for power. It was a sweet drink, sweeter even than the sweetest of nectars or the finest of wines. It is heavy like cream, coating the tongue and then the throat, coming to rest in the belly. To some, it will curdle with time. To others, it will create an insatiable thirst, one that cannot be sated with sips alone. No, those who long for it will throw themselves to their knees if only they are able to drink the well dry. Even when he should be sleeping, his mind is awake. Even when he should be resting, he is creating and controlling his fire. The endless hunger in his belly will not be denied, though he does have some measure of control over it. For though he is ruthless, he is also clever. A dangerous combination for others, perhaps, but it will serve him well in the grand scheme of things. The wolf is known to don wool if it will bring him closer to the sheep.

    He feels a new presence her in the Valley, and his nostrils curl in disgust. It is a rotten thing, grotesque in every possible way. But he doesn’t shrink away into the shadows quivering in fear, nor scream. Instead he smiles calmly, watching from a distance as the corpse lingered along their borders. The fire stallion spent a good amount of his time here, for patrolling the borders seemed to be the best place in which he could utilize his powers. As he observed, two mares came forward, and he grinned a wicked grin at their overall braveness. The one Flamevein didn’t know (a half sister, though he certainly didn‘t know that), but the other he was at least somewhat familiar with. What a motley group they’d be, all half siblings though they couldn’t possibly know it. Finally he sees the thing move towards the unknown mare, and Flamevein steps forward. Not out of chivalry, but perhaps a certain bit of morbid curiosity. On a whim he allows fire to crawl up his legs, caressing and winding this way and that. He steps up beside the mares, keeping his distance but clearly marking himself as one of theirs. “Yes, yes…a name, if you please. With all due respect, something like yourself wanders into our kingdom, well…we would kind of like to know for what reason. Starting with a name.” he said coolly, flicking his eyes over what was left of the creature before him. The fire-veined stallion wasn’t the least bit afraid, but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t disgusted.

    flamevein
    i set fire to the rain


    Messages In This Thread
    eight, anyone; - by Infection - 07-11-2015, 07:50 PM
    RE: eight, anyone; - by Aletheia - 07-12-2015, 10:53 PM
    RE: eight, anyone; - by Infection - 07-13-2015, 06:29 PM
    RE: eight, anyone; - by Thorunn - 07-14-2015, 09:02 PM
    RE: eight, anyone; - by Aletheia - 07-15-2015, 12:05 AM
    RE: eight, anyone; - by Flamevein - 07-20-2015, 01:40 AM
    RE: eight, anyone; - by Infection - 07-20-2015, 09:33 AM



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