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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


    the dead are coming home; tarnished
    #3
    D E M I A N ( carnage x adalind )
    He had been waiting for what seemed like only a few minutes when the fog came creeping towards him. The cold that followed was what he noticed next. It had more than enough of a bite to it to send a slight shiver through him.

    He watched as the fog slivered through the trees and out past the forest line before slowly beginning to gather together in an open spot infront of him. With each passing second it rolled upwards, beginning to form in the shape of a horse.

    The little anatomy lesson had him slightly amused and by the time it was done Demian was smirking slightly and a huff of approval exited his nostrils.

    For the longest time Demian had found himself attracted to the unusual. Like Tarnished, Demian had been born to a power-hungry mother. She had spent her life creating children with powerful kings of beqanna in order to create heirs to thrones. But it was Demian she had created when she became impatient.

    Carnage became Adalind's target and with one try she had gotten exactly what she wanted... A son by who she and most considered the most powerful of them all. His glowing orange jaguar markings and the wings were the obvious traits his father had passed on. But unknown to most Demian's immortality was the underlying trait and it was the one he relied on most. It would give him ample time to be successful in the ways he desired to be.

    It had taken years for Demian to find his way into another kingdom. And then of course, he had placed himself within one unbeknownst to most, learning it's ways and learning how to survive on his own. Each crook and cranny was discovered. Each escape route noted. Every source of water, ample food, and shelter memorized.

    And then he had gotten bored. He had done everything he could and this is exactly why he had sought out Tarnished. Looking at the man he smiled back, a bit of attitude in his features showing that Demian had a little something up his sleeve. "Well now, that's perfectly fine with me. I never was one for the flash and pazazz of welcoming parties if they aren't for me anyway."

    Grinning he shrugs slightly before speaking once more. "I have a idea. A bit of plan you see. And I thought you'd be perfect in helping me as a partner," slowly he took a step forward, moving out of the tree line and out from under the shadows of the forest canopy.

    "I'm thinking we should have a bit of fun," he chuckled slightly before looking towards the forest. "I've always had a joy for causing a bit of chaos and I have a feeling that you feel the same as I do." Turning his head back to tarnished he allowed his dark eyes to meet with the other stallion's golden pair. "And I also have the slightest of inklings you're just as bored as I am."
    immortal winged black hybrid stallion


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    the dead are coming home; tarnished - by demian - 08-10-2015, 11:47 PM
    RE: the dead are coming home; tarnished - by demian - 08-13-2015, 10:09 PM



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