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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
    #5

    we try to sound like someone else.
    It was nothing more than a simple understanding amongst the hermits of the world that even they too needed to occasionally crawl out from the shadows and wreak a little havoc. It was times like these that made those moments of fun perfect for those like tarnished and demian. The silence had creeped it's way through the valley, just like the fog that was once the man before him, covering it in an eerie glaze of sorts.

    The most activity were the black birds as the swooped from branch to branch within the forest canopy, filling the air with their daysongs. And this was all that could be heard in the moments of silence that rang between the stallions slips of conversation. As introductions are noted, demian finds himself nodding slightly in agreement before speaking quietly. "Mm. Introductions are appropriate yes," He finds himself saying as he smiles slightly. "It's nice to meet you Nish," He says the nickname with a calm manner, as though he's known the man infront of him forever.

    And it's quite possible he has. Maybe in a lifetime before this particular one. Already they seemed to calm around eachother, though what is one to expect when there is simply too much in common with the other. Their lives, though they barely knew it were all too similar in so many aspects. And like tarnished, demian rarely found those he could connect with or trust enough to get close to the deepest parts of him.

    "I'm Demian," He states simply, a smirk replacing his small smile. Ah yes, he knew this was going to work all too well. He could tell deep inside that they were going to be quite the team. "So. Should we discuss what we should do in order to spice things up in our lives?"

    Let the games begin. For the boys are bored and fun is indeed needed.


    D E M I A N ( carnage x adalind )




    Ooc: I don't know what this is, but okay? He went cray on me. Dont judge :|


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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 - 08-18-2015, 02:19 AM



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