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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


    Do you hear the voices?
    #6


    For some reason or another, he always knew where to find the broken souls. More specifically, the mentally disarranged schizo’s of the equine world. Reuen, Aoki, now this poor soul. For some reason they drew him like a moth to the flame. As if they were sending out a bright beacon with the soft call of “Gryffen….Gryffen…” Every time he heard it, he responded to it quite happily. He loved them with their lack of self-esteem, the need for someone to depend on, the need to be saved. Gryffen wasn’t a savior, quite the opposite. Usually referred to as the Chamber ghost, his wraithlike figure with it’s glowing red eyes spoke more as a demon then an angel. A ghost he was with his predatory stance and hunted eyes. Ready for destruction and to take whatever he fancied. Ready to cause chaos simply if it would benefit him for pleasure or profit.

    Surely he is haunting the Field, a spot he doesn’t normally travel too, on behalf of the Chamber. Usually he would be. Today something clicked in his mind when he woke up, a little ding of an idea. He wanted to try something new. In the long run it would benefit the Chamber so he assumes Straia won’t be against the idea as well as pleasing him. Starting a herd. It’s one of the few things he hasn’t had a go at. It seemed like today would be the day.

    She is the lure and without realizing it she has reeled him in. Another had been there before him, still lingers by her side. Whatever peace she has found with him was about to be lost. Ears pinned and hidden beneath his forelock, he approaches with a sharp piercing whistle. The mare’s name almost becomes lost in the wind but not before he had plucked it, carefully storing the information away for later. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t introduce himself. Instead he forces himself between the two, teeth closing on the mare’s shoulder as he nips her and makes his way to push her away. His gaze is challenging, his body forceful. Stealing her from the company of the other. Claiming her for his own.


    G R Y F F E N
    *********the big bad wolf

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    Messages In This Thread
    Do you hear the voices? - by Saige Ceol - 08-05-2015, 10:03 PM
    RE: Do you hear the voices? - by Rocinante - 08-06-2015, 02:28 AM
    RE: Do you hear the voices? - by Saige Ceol - 08-06-2015, 10:00 AM
    RE: Do you hear the voices? - by Rocinante - 08-06-2015, 11:08 AM
    RE: Do you hear the voices? - by Saige Ceol - 08-06-2015, 01:08 PM
    RE: Do you hear the voices? - by Gryffen - 08-10-2015, 08:28 PM
    RE: Do you hear the voices? - by Saige Ceol - 08-14-2015, 08:24 PM
    RE: Do you hear the voices? - by Gryffen - 08-16-2015, 04:07 PM
    RE: Do you hear the voices? - by Saige Ceol - 08-16-2015, 04:39 PM
    RE: Do you hear the voices? - by Gryffen - 08-16-2015, 04:55 PM
    RE: Do you hear the voices? - by Saige Ceol - 08-16-2015, 05:42 PM



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