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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


    trippin on the constellations we see [ANY]
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    WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

    Tantalize flinches visibly when called upon, to which Scorch quirks an imaginary brow. The woman has not been seen for decades, so she supposes that hearing her name outside of her own mind could be decidedly disconcerting. Holding the woman’s courageous gaze (most glance to the contracture scars, the raised skin, the tightness, the disfigurements), Scorch allows the ancient Khaleesi respond, curiosity peaked, and thus, respect given.

    A grim upturning of her lips mirrors Tantalize’s as she compliments Echion’s memory. In this moment, Scorch remembers the electric excitement Rhy held towards the stories of Kagerou; she suddenly understands how it feels to suffocate on the lump in her throat, and feel both weighed down and lifted all at once. It shows, slightly, in her smile; the grief of more than two decades floats in her charred lips, but does not grasp her eyes. She has cried, and cried, and cried… Now, she resists.

    “She spoke of you sometimes, though I did not retain much as a child.” Scorch’s scraggly tail snaps at her tautly muscled haunches. “But of her, only memories may now be spoken.” With the careful admittance of Echion’s passing, any lingering grief is wiped from her expression. She had had her closure – perhaps this stranger and legend before her had not.

    “All our rankings are in the ancient language now,” Scorch says brusquely, voice rumbling from her broad, powerful chest. At this moment, Lagertha chooses to forgo the building of camaraderie betwixt khaleesis (present, past, and reborn). Stifling a sigh, Scorch gazes coolly towards Lagertha’s retreating buttocks. It is with a tightened jaw that she returns her focus to Liz. “I see you’ve met my Jakka, Lagertha. A fine warrior, that one.” And a helluva lot o’ other things, too.

    “But what of you? Has the Jungle regained a warrior, a diplomat, or simply an old friend and sister?” At the very least, Scorch has the capability of being friendly.

    Scorch

    Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

    [Image: scorch2.png]


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    RE: trippin on the constellations we see [ANY] - by Scorch - 07-28-2015, 09:59 PM



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