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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 night is dark and full of terrors [Any that dare] (M? Sure, M)
    #7
    "Evil requires no reason."
    Another one joins the fray and It smiled, amused. Sides? It did not play sides. It would play with whoever it wanted to, whenever it wanted too. It moves closer to the new male, shadows flickering from its body and reaching out to touch the pale skin. Wouldn’t it look so much better with splatters of red across that white canvas? It smiles, clacking its fangs together as it nears him. The look on his face, the one that said he was studying him, gave it just a moment of pause.

    ”Come on Tycho, there is so much more to learn about.”

    It shakes its head, chasing away the memories it didn’t want to remember. It focused on the pain along its neck, throbbing in rhythm with its heartbeat where the silver black had returned the claim.

    a shiver of apprehension slides down its back

    Shadows, darkness so deep it could drive someone insane, curled around it again. It drags its teeth across the silver black one more time just before it steps out of range. Then it smiles, curling the corners of its lips up, its fangs poking out past them. “More than you could give me…”

    It drags its lips along the pale white of his coat, smiling in satisfaction at the trail of blood that it left there. The shadows along its coat reaching out to touch and taste, the cold of them burning lightly where ever that he touched leaving small spots here and there all over the white’s body.

    “Mmm.” Its tongue sliding out to drag itself along the thin skin along his ribs. “You taste…like shadows.” It laughs, spine tingling with the hint of all things not nice that lingered there. It circles him, shadow wings curling from the edges of what seems to be its back and one of them reaches out to touch him, dragging razor blade wings lightly across his side. It purred when it saw the thin, red lines of blood dripping down the white of his barrel.

    “Better.”

    pazuzu


    ooc: going to keep posting and spink will have to catch up with deimos when she gets back <3
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    RE: the night is dark and full of terrors [Any that dare] (M? Sure, M) - by Pazuzu - 07-09-2017, 05:00 PM



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