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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


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    tantalize

    infinity overhead

    and i whisper, are you listening?

    She nods in understanding regarding her old friend. There is no grief reflected in her features, she has grieved for years for many of those she had left behind. Grief is an old friend, a constant companion that she has grown bored and annoyed with. Instead she finds pleasure in the fact that at least she had created and left something of worth behind when she had dipped out. Not completely useless after all were you Liz?

    She can’t help but smirk softly as she watches Lagertha stalk off into the jungle depths. That lack of respect for authority, completely independent and taking charge of the situation…. It reminds her of someone. Nativity, that same spunk that she had greatly admired. Amber eyes coolly follow her departure long after she is gone, making a mental note to seek her out regardless of caste chit chat. ”I can see that.” She murmurs quietly in response to Scorch, returning her full attention to her now that they were alone. ”Are they all made like that now?”

    A soft sigh escapes through parted lips, knowing this was a question she would not be able to avoid for long although she had hoped to bide more time. What was she to do for the jungle, why was she back? A long thoughtful pause before her golden iris’s lock into Scorch’s. ”I’ll be quite honest, I can’t quite remember what I was before I was Khaleesi.” A soft laugh, a rare sound that sounds rusty to her own ears. ”Perhaps I should try on both castes for size and see which fits better.” As a Khaleesi she had been a warrior and diplomat all rolled into one. She had fought in the Alliance, that she could remember, so perhaps she had been more fight then flight driven. It was in her blood after all. On the other hand, she had always had a way with words even in the tensest of situations. Able to bite her tongue…. To an extent. It would be interesting to see where the jaguar mare would end up this time, where her story would lead now.


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    well I've got thick skin and an elastic heart - by Tantalize - 07-29-2015, 08:12 PM



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