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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


    King of the Ashes - whoeverthehell
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    The moon was rising, a full moon, generously flooding the meadow with silver-blue light.  In the center of the clearing stood a dark horse. A stallion, tall and solid in the way a boulder is solid. His legs were not tapered, his muzzle was not fine. Nothing about him was delicate.  He was unshakeable, he was burning and he was plotting.

    He stood on the edge of The Meadow, facing The Forest. All around him the tall grasses sway and bend, momentarily reminding him of the warm Tephra ocean. But now is not a time for remembering, now is a time for crafting the future. He stands in open pasture; his eyes watch the break of The Forest and his ears listen for life elsewhere. Maugrim stands downhill, young, yet daunting in his posture. Their shadows stretch long in the moonlight.

    Now it is time to put his theory to the test.

    Hello Darling, he wakes Her with a kiss. And now, instead of being coiled neatly in his belly she is raging inside of him. Pushing hard against his sides, his ribs, his throat, but from the inside, trying to get out.  It doesn’t take long to ignite this woman. He lets her swell, taunting her until he can barely take any more. Then, he lets her go. His eyes lift to the heavens as she erupts into the sky. Raging, she spirals higher and higher into the space between the stars and the tree tops. She takes with her the air from his lungs, and he gasps. Sometimes he feels like she is using him.

     For a moment, he simply watches the twisting flame ascend, but he can’t let her free for too long. It’s time to pull her back - let her go too far and he will lose his delicate control.

    Levi grits his teeth, every muscle in his body bearing down and he takes a step back. He reigns her in. High above the tallest tree the flaming comet collapses in upon itself sending ripples of heat and sound. He dams the flow of his magick and she dissipates into a thousand fragments of light.

    Time to see if they will come.

    Levi
    so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.

    @[Kolera] @[Iset] @[Maugrim] @[Deathwish]
    *Her is his fire... incase that isn't clear.
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    Messages In This Thread
    King of the Ashes - whoeverthehell - by Levi - 05-31-2017, 09:00 PM
    RE: King of the Ashes - whoeverthehell - by Iset - 06-06-2017, 02:48 PM
    RE: King of the Ashes - whoeverthehell - by Levi - 06-06-2017, 05:50 PM
    RE: King of the Ashes - whoeverthehell - by Iset - 06-13-2017, 09:20 PM
    RE: King of the Ashes - whoeverthehell - by Levi - 06-14-2017, 02:45 PM



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