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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


    let's begin feeding the sickness; any
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    End watched fear flash in the girl’s eyes, and his pupils dilated and his tongue flicked out again to taste the scent of it in the air, his breath coming faster. The first interruption was more amusing than anything else, but the second appeared to have some sort of deeply puzzling...protective instinct? How odd.

    End narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, ignoring a tickle in the back of his nose as he glanced between the girl who was fleeing--mmm, run, yessss, he loved it when they ran, when they panicked and worked themselves up into a sweat, when they marinated in their own fear and made the final meal that much more satisfying, made him work to tear away the flesh, thrash and rip and swallow down chunks of them--oh. Right. Another growl reminded him there was something standing between him and his dinner. Probably for the best; he really didn’t want to be stuck in that damned shape again.

    He grinned a toothsome grin at the stallion who was churning up the water. “Sssshe pressssented hersssself sssso ssssweetly. What elsssse wassss I ssssuppossssed to think?” The tickle in the back of his nose grew, but he blew out a short little huff of laughter and it subsided again. “Do you not eat the weakesssst, weeding them out that the sssstrong might thrive?” Perhaps the prey-beasts had no need of such things; their predators weeded them out instead. “How sssstrange.”

    He glanced at her retreating form, reptilian eyes flashing again. “Pity. Sssshe would have been deliccccioussss.” Ugh and the damned tickle returned in greater force as he returned his attention to the stallion, catching End off-guard and making him sneeze, sending a shower of the noxious saliva that dripped from his jaws showering in the stallion’s direction. He must have caught a bit of a chill crossing the water. Delightful. He hissed annoyance and stretched out a little more on the rock, turning just slightly to catch a bit more sun and try to warm himself up faster.
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    let's begin feeding the sickness; any - by End - 11-01-2018, 01:27 AM
    RE: let's begin feeding the sickness; any - by Tocca - 11-01-2018, 10:46 AM
    RE: let's begin feeding the sickness; any - by Tocca - 11-02-2018, 03:02 PM
    RE: let's begin feeding the sickness; any - by End - 11-04-2018, 04:55 PM



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