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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


    your mouth is poison; any
    #7

    drink the poision lightly

    there are deeper and darker things than you

    When one comes to the field as often as some, you start to recognise a few of the faces. Some I've met before, multiple times, others I had yet to see, but am sure it would not be the last time there face would grace my eye. Elysteria is one of them. She has a bright eye, and a keen tongue. I dip my head to her, drawing my gaze back to the fragile butterfly before me. I daren't get too close, part of me wanted to see what would happen if I were to touch something so frail, and the other was too scared to break her. So I stayed my distance and watched as another filtered, in. Aletheia. The Valley's girl. I nodded to her, a wry smile touching my lips. She was face I had seen before, she had a way with words, that if I were in a stranger's position, it would possibly be the valley I would be choosing, if she were casting such a spell. But I am no stranger and am perfectly content with the chamber's ash and dirt marring my golden skin.

    'Adaline.' I taste the stranger's name for a fleeting moment. 'It's a pleasure to meet you. I haven't met one quite as... unique as you before.' My tone is as gentle as can be, like the swath of stars against the blackest night, with the tinge of mystery and forever unknown. 'The Chamber can offer you whatever you would like, Adaline. It offers a home, purpose, being and a very essence in itself. But I'm sure that both the Dale and the Valley are equally as accommodating to whatever it is you need.' I say, before my ears flutter against my crown, my lithe neck arching ever so slightly, 'Sometimes life hits us with an epiphany. You can wander for what feels like an eternity, wanting something, wanting to mean something and then... it knocks you and you finally realise what is it like to have purpose.' my words are poetic and just, and even my sapphire gems cloud for a moment in that unique thought. I've not been as myself as I should. Perhaps it's the long nights without slumber, the long days of wandering, it has graced my mind with a whole new perspective.

    engelsfors

    professor of the chamber

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    Messages In This Thread
    your mouth is poison; any - by adaline - 07-16-2015, 12:05 AM
    RE: your mouth is poison; any - by Engelsfors - 07-16-2015, 05:24 AM
    love is a temporary madness... - by Elysteria - 07-16-2015, 03:52 PM
    RE: your mouth is poison; any - by Aletheia - 07-16-2015, 10:35 PM
    RE: your mouth is poison; any - by adaline - 07-18-2015, 03:34 PM
    love is a temporary madness... - by Elysteria - 07-20-2015, 05:34 PM
    RE: your mouth is poison; any - by Engelsfors - 07-23-2015, 04:45 AM
    RE: your mouth is poison; any - by Aletheia - 07-28-2015, 10:58 PM



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