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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


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    Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones {any}
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    Nymphetamine was among them, of he was. He had been stayed in Chamber, trying to calm those that were there as the earth shook. But The same force swept him to the mountain base. He was in shock of what stood before him, the mountain, the entire population of there around him, that he hadn’t quite felt that little extra energy that him immortality gave him.  But as the left them in in the wake of the great mountain he knew he had to ascend her peak. So when the sun had set, the earth below had settled and the populations dispersed, he started up the mount.

    The trek was long, the way up was hardly clear and the air was only getting thinner. Trees and brush  were difficult to weave around and the physical strain had proven the worst enemy of adventure. The blood bay reached the top after what felt like hours. The trees scarce, and footing rocky. His sides heaved as he took in the sights from the overlook, and felt a pull at the back of his mind. His Necromancy was there, searching for a connection with some poor unfortunate soul. And the tingle of energy that was the immortality coursing through him once more. Maybe it had been there all along and he was too sidetracked to notice. But he knew he wanted to see  what would happen if he left the mountain top. Yet he lingered enjoying the feeling of his powers, the feeling like an old friend was just standing by you, the comfort of their familiarity; he wasn’t ready to leave them here just yet. </p> <p class="N5_quote">Like a thorn to the Holy Ones</p></div> </div> </center>

    ooc: Nymphetamine would like to have immortality please.
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    Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones {any} - by Nymphetamine - 09-02-2016, 07:41 PM
    RE: Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones {any} - by Siba - 09-03-2016, 01:58 AM
    RE: Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones {any} - by Siba - 09-03-2016, 09:10 PM



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