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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]  It is better to live one day as a lion, than a thousand as a lamb; Castile, Any!
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    Caelestra

    Caelestra's body is now covered in fur, a drooling mass escaping from her jaws as Castile stays hooded over her, his presence creating a vile distortion of hopelessness, the female stands undisturbed for the moment even though her insides are slowly turning rotten.
    The male's confidence stands untroubled, not really surprising when you are a literal dragon.
    For the moment, anything the male says passes right over her head, her posture remaining unshaken, her mind filtering out anything that came from the dragon, she only turns when a mass of noise meets her ears, a puff of smoke violently decorating the ground below them, her eyes glazed with fear as she stares at the dragon.
    There aren't many moments where Cael fears for her life, she is usually quite confident and compliant, but today the fear resides right in her heart, her body now trembling in terror.

    His growl easily induces a tremor in the ground, pebbles and small rocks rattling in discomfort around her as his large stature heaves above her, casting a shadow over anything that was below her, dwarfing over her entirely.
    The female stares at him, his large claw now barreling toward her side as her eyes close tightly, her body now soaring to the side, her eyes remaining closed for a moment.
    The female had thought she was going to die, a fear that was rather terrifying, she wasn't ready for her life to come to an end quite yet, there were still many things to achieve.

    Her eyes slowly slide open, revealing the dragon's face right in front of her, his eyes piercing her own as her body trembles once more, this time with aching pain on her sides. His sharp teeth are stained with blood, an almost reflecting image of what could be.
    The dragon looks hungry, a lustful look in his eyes that she could not match, a sort of agony even she could not relate to.

    The female stands with a tremble in her furry legs, a grin appearing on her maw as the dragon begins to speak again, a hot coal-like smell drifting toward her, his voice crisp and violent as he speaks.
    "I thought a king never had to state his position" even though she may not be able to match a dragon, she can still slither toward him with her own words, digging at him slowly, and what she stated may even have some truth to it, a king cannot be mistaken as anything else, to have to state his position must mean it is rather, insecure.

    She knew probably wouldn't win today, but that wouldn't deter her from achieving her goal.

    @[Castile] sorry this took so long!!!!!


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    RE: It is better to live one day as a lion, than a thousand as a lamb; Castile, Any! - by Caelestra - 04-01-2019, 07:28 AM



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