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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]  A beautiful face is a mute recommendation - Longclaw
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    LONGCLAW

    -I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-

    She’s a mess. Bloodied and torn, crying soundlessly.

    Longclaw enjoys every second. “There there, come close.” He murmurs, stepping forward to drape his neck possessively across her own. His lips find sanctuary against the warm gold of her skin, they hum wordless tunes to her as the trembling subsides. She’d done perfectly, executed his wishes to the letter and now she was back; Carnage had served his purposes well.

    “Look at you,” He tsks, raking a cold tongue over the absent smear of blood she’s painted herself with. The coppery tang melts pleasantly in his mouth. He smiles. “let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” He offers, lowering his fine head to nudge her gently. As they walk, he thinks.

    She looks worse-for-the-wear, but all in all she’s not horribly disfigured. Not like Zephyr, what with her criss-cross of jagged scars and those unsettling, cloudy eyes. He can’t help but mull over the odd brand; what purpose did it serve? He’s not familiar with the shape - runes had never been his specialty, though he knew they held power.

    The jungle thins. A mesh of sparsh grass tickles their ankles, they’ve come to the intersection of warm springs that divide Tephra and Longclaw’s intentions are clear. He steps forward without hesitation, takes the lead so that he can slip down the soft incline of shore to wade into the belly of the steaming river. From there he turns a deceptively handsome smile back towards Marigold, nods his head for her to join. “Come here.” He demands firmly, “Let me wash you.”

    She’d done so well, after all. “An obedient little bird, this one.” He thinks, sighing deeply as the waters soothe his battered shoulder and neck. He’d been busy too, moving from guard to guard in hopes of a enlightening battle. Diable had given him valuable insight, Levi had given him a much-needed release, now it was his turn to focus on other matters.

    His bright green eyes dart to where she stands; this matter will be a good start.



    @[Diorae]
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    RE: A beautiful face is a mute recommendation - Longclaw - by Longclaw - 10-23-2017, 04:41 PM



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