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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


    never seen a morning rising brighter; wonder
    #1

    because the very thing you're afraid of, it keeps you clean but unclear
    it's the dirt that you're made of and that's nothing to fear

    And, as time is wont to do, it has moved on.

    The twins have grown up over the past several months, their bones lengthening, their steps growing more sure of themselves, and they have grown wild and free. Brigade’s eyes sharpen with each passing day, a mischief light in the grey depths, a recklessness that stirs his blood hot and turns his attention to the border that they are always forbidden from passing. Were it not for the eyes of the wolves, a constant presence in their life when their parents were elsewhere, he is certain that he would have escaped by now.

    Today, he doesn’t try though. 

    Instead, he wakes his sister when the sun has begun to crest, the rays warming Tephra’s already humid summer morning. “Wonder,” his voice is a low hiss, grey eyes bright as he edges to her, his rich dark nose finding her and nudging. “Woooonder,” he says more insistently, lipping at her neck. “Wake UP.” He pushes her with the front of his nose, willing the sleep to fall away from her. “It’s morning. Get up!”

    When she finally does, blinking away the slumber, he urges her to her feet. 

    “Let’s go!” He keeps his voice low, eyes sliding away to where their parents nestle against one another. Not that they could get away with anything. Even now, he can see the glowing eyes of their companions, several rising to their feet, shaking the dust from their coats. He rolls his eyes and looks to his sister, ignoring the faint rumbling in his stomach if it means a few hours of freedom before mother rises.

    His smile turns wicked, grey eyes bright as he takes a few dancing steps away, gesturing for her to follow him. “I bet we can get to the volcano this morning,” he says under his breath. “Wanna try?”

    Usually the wolves didn’t block their path so long as they didn’t try to cross the border.

    Usually.

    Brigade
    i will follow the feeling and sing fever to the form


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    never seen a morning rising brighter; wonder - by brigade - 12-11-2018, 01:55 AM



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