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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


    [mature]  Come And See Him For Yourself [Chemdog]
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    Vessel had taken a lot of his time – her and, well, other things we won’t mention at this exact juncture. He knows Sreva is soon to give birth, though she’s so very capable of a life on her own, he’d rather not have her wandering in solitude, unprotected and heavily pregnant. He’s quite sure he’s very late – she could be dead by now, who knows. Chemdog has been searching for days, starting in the meadow and surrounding places, now finally he is in the forest and he’s found her fresh scent. The impressions left in the soil by her hooves are deep and not weather worn; she’s heavy with child and just came through not but six hours prior. He spends time sniffing, collecting a few clues here and there and following what he can manage.

    There she is. The fading sun casts only a sliver of pale yellow into the shadowed forest, lighting her and the wet child. The leaves above quake in seeming celebration and the wind whistles gently, Chemdog announces himself with a rumble of half-whickers, nostrils fluttering and he teal eyes with Sreva and then the boy. He touches his lips to her cheek first, a long hello, calm warm breath onto her sweaty cheek. His black nose moves slowly to the child, the perfect mix between the pair, and he takes in the baby’s sweet smell. Another branch of himself to wander the world, to conquer it, fuck it, burn it, love it destroy it – whatever he may want, it will be his. It is this way with any and all of his children (the ones he knows about, of course). It’s a satisfying feeling that sweeps over him now as his bright eyes tip affectionately to the mother and child, the moon positioning above them as a thin crescent; the mysterious grin of the Cheshire cat peering down at them.

    He daren’t ask how it’s been without him, or if the birth was rough or not. But he’s surely got to say something, right? “I’m sorry I didn’t find you in time to be here.” He whispers with his lips against the velvet fur behind her delicate ear.



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    in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt






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