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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


    what turns up in the dark; any
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    tantalize

    infinity overhead

    and i whisper, are you listening?

    Escaping the jungle (or more like avoiding?) in her usual spot amongst the dying heather. It’s a normal day. Till the sky begins to fall. Golden eyes turn upward, surprise written on her features. The world has suddenly gone dark as something streaks as fast as lightning, hurtling towards earth. Towards the meadow. Towards her. The laughter in the air squeezes at her heart. Fear. It’s such an uncommon emotion for her, she almost doesn’t recognize it. As broken as she is these days, she has never felt fear that freezes her to the bone, making her reactions sluggish. Wide eyed, as the comet continues to fall. This is it. She’s returned for nothing. Nothing but death. Eyes close, bracing herself for the impact. Unable to even think of those that had mattered once. There’s only a brief glimpse of the dream that had recently terrorized her, when she had been ripped apart and stuffed with snakes and suffering….

    The world shakes and she falls to her knees. This is it. “It” doesn’t come although the smell of ash and smoke stings her nostrils. Warily her lids pry open, golden iris’s filled with uncertainty. Flames flicker not far before her, catching quickly at her beloved heather field and ripping it apart greedily. Her thoughts are far from the fire, no, it’s what emerges from the large dark hole the comet has left that leaves her breathless. Slowly she rises, not able to look away. For he is of the stars and the galaxies, color swirling in her vision. A shaky step forward, entranced. Tantalized. The fear gone, for how can one fear something so beautiful? Others come but she is blind to them and their words. The jaguar captured by something so much bigger than herself. ”You are…” Lost for words, unable to express exactly all thats rapidly firing in her head. ”Everything.” She gasps at last.
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    what turns up in the dark; any - by Carnage - 08-17-2015, 04:10 PM
    RE: what turns up in the dark; any - by weed - 08-17-2015, 11:12 PM
    RE: what turns up in the dark; any - by Tantalize - 08-17-2015, 11:26 PM
    RE: what turns up in the dark; any - by Carnage - 08-18-2015, 03:46 PM
    RE: what turns up in the dark; any - by weed - 08-22-2015, 04:51 PM
    RE: what turns up in the dark; any - by Tantalize - 08-22-2015, 08:58 PM
    RE: what turns up in the dark; any - by Carnage - 08-26-2015, 09:53 AM
    RE: what turns up in the dark; any - by weed - 08-27-2015, 12:12 AM
    RE: what turns up in the dark; any - by Tantalize - 08-27-2015, 10:40 PM



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