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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


    [open]  hunt or be hunted; any
    #3
    there is but one rule
    hunt or be hunted
    The summer wind sweeps across the meadow, carrying the scent of something new and unexpected. It is sharp and sweet at the same time. Holding an aroma of flora that draw him in like a seductress (or perhaps the need to hunt disguises this scent to lure him in). The hound’s gaze flickers across the land as he moves readily across the meadow from the shadows of the border.

    He moves with ease through his old, yet familiar hunting grounds. A home he once called his own before finding his way into the autumn forest and living the life of a kingdom-dweller. Sinner does not forget his hunts here. The thrill that filled him from the beginning Pangea had fallen into the ocean and called the wild of Beqanna his domain.

    The hellhound’s gaze scans the horizon of the meadow with anticipation. His nose sniffs out with eagerness for the scent of flora. The wind pushes and pulls softly again. It sends the new scent directly his way, filling his nostrils. The aroma welcomes him, invites him to come forward. Sinner accepts it with keenness as he prowls forward at a quicker pace.

    Just within the distance he finds the familiar large tree. Underneath the tree there is something large, fury, and brown. Sinner inhales the scent again, licking his lips as he tastes it too. His eyes flicker with satisfaction. A delicious meal, or his ending. For the large beast looked too much for himself to take on himself.

    He doesn’t shy away though.

    Sinner continues forward. Making his way towards the large brown beast, while he reveals himself into the sight of those that visit the meadow today. If he could not take on the large beast himself, what was the point of remaining in the shadows?

    “Good afternoon,” his greets once within speaking distance to the large beast. Sinner holds himself back in comfortable distance. While he may be a predator, there were also things that would hunt and hurt him too.
    Sinner
    the king of sylva
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    Most likely always in his hellhound form
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    Messages In This Thread
    hunt or be hunted; any - by Sinner - 02-05-2019, 03:48 PM
    RE: hunt or be hunted; any - by Caelestra - 02-05-2019, 05:26 PM
    RE: hunt or be hunted; any - by Sinner - 02-10-2019, 01:32 PM
    RE: hunt or be hunted; any - by Caelestra - 02-10-2019, 04:02 PM
    RE: hunt or be hunted; any - by Sinner - 02-12-2019, 02:55 PM
    RE: hunt or be hunted; any - by Caelestra - 02-12-2019, 03:59 PM
    RE: hunt or be hunted; any - by Sinner - 02-22-2019, 03:02 PM
    RE: hunt or be hunted; any - by Caelestra - 02-23-2019, 02:27 PM
    RE: hunt or be hunted; any - by Sinner - 03-01-2019, 01:08 PM
    RE: hunt or be hunted; any - by Caelestra - 03-01-2019, 03:52 PM
    RE: hunt or be hunted; any - by Sinner - 03-21-2019, 04:06 PM
    RE: hunt or be hunted; any - by Caelestra - 04-01-2019, 07:44 AM
    RE: hunt or be hunted; any - by Sinner - 04-06-2019, 01:33 PM



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