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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


    sahm;
    #1

    They are all familiar with the Gates; this has been their home for years, some even decades. It ignites a flame of uncertainty in Cerva. Here, she is still an outsider even if her mind is slowly beginning to accept this new change. This is home and yet her memories cling desperately to the Valley as though she has something to return to there. Little does she know that father is king, but even then, he has already found someone else to spend those lonely nights with. Noori is but a figment of the past to him now which means Cerva must be as well.

    She has always lacked a sense of belonging despite being raised a princess in a kingdom. There, her parents flourished together, and they were something far greater than she could ever be. In the Valley she was drowning in their shadows and so she still felt uncomfortable even then. The meadow offered little satisfaction; it played as a droning reminder of how lost and forgotten she truly was. It’s only now, here in the Gates, that she tries to reach out and change her own stars. No, she will never exceed mother or father’s greatness, but at least she can try to pursue happiness for the first time in her life.

    There’s hope, she often tells herself before closing her eyes for the night.

    With having strangers surrounding her, however, she is easily deterred. The underground den just outside of the border calls to her and lulls her back, but she resists. Her heart patters against her chest as her nutmeg eyes search for someone – anyone – to make into something more than a stranger. Their bloods are seemingly still at a boil from the heated discussion days prior and so she eludes most until she finds herself in front of him (who he is, she doesn’t know). Her blind wandering led her here and she hesitates when her gaze lifts to his. ”Hello,” she says delicately with a shift of her body, failing to mask her shyness, ”I’m Cerva.” Her lips purse into a tight line and then, as a second thought, she adds, ”I’m new here.” As though that will ease the situation.



    Cerva





    [because I don't think we've ever played together Tongue ]
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    sahm; - by Cerva - 08-17-2016, 08:51 PM
    RE: sahm; - by Sahm+Newton - 08-21-2016, 09:05 PM
    RE: sahm; - by Cerva - 08-21-2016, 09:22 PM



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