Or do you wonder if we're put here just to see, He is questions, a myriad of words that spill from his blue tinged lips and into my ears. They are monstrous echoes that bounce from the empty walls of my head, filling me with a nothingness that numbs me even deeper than my wounds alone. My hollowed eyes watched him, half-lidded, so tired. Exhaustion wraps her encompassing fingers around me, like fine filaments slowly strangling me to a death far worse than my wounds could give. My veiny neck extends and my coarsely velvet muzzle touches the steed's shoulder. Presses into him and feels his warmth, his life. As I do this, he touches the crimson trail along my skin, instantly, ever so strangely, the wound feels cold, like ice, the numbing feeling leaving me and returning with an underlining pain. Without hanging from the tallest tree? - resident of the gates - |
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"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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