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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


    Pity those who don't feel anything at all; Santana
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    Briella
    no one understands me, too scared to command me. walking through an empty underworld of demons dancing.

    Above the canopy of the forest the sky had grown into a myriad of stars spread across the winedark vastness and touched at it’s horizon was a burst of the sun’s last light: gold and red, a mixture of champagne and blood. Clouds passed idle and grey, infused by the fading star enough to appear as if a smeared or tarnished gold amidst the sky. These colors painted the autumnal leaves and brightened them, cast dark shadows all through the thick wood and created patches where rustling squirrels and birds found themselves nesting and beginning rituals before the night. Fox and Owl, and all the creatures of the dark began to appear and hoots carried amidst cricket songs and the gentle light of fireflies.

    Between the trees and between the warrens… where briar and wild rose tangled with fern: she drifted, endless and without stop. A strange girl whose icy white strands of hair seemed to sparkle and glimmer, crystallized facets making multiple colors pass across the hollow and oddly refractive locks. Her eyes too contained similar things; but they were a base brilliant blue and pale enough to seem eerily opaque… the hooves as well were little more than gemstone and each movement caused the fading light to change course.

    Black at her base the strange of her body was dusted by pale blues and grey, by sharper patterns of brighter colors and splotches of white dots like stars. Though she was normal in all other ways, Briella found herself unable to truly hide the minute differences that separated herself from the others and with her gaze drawn to a murky pond... she became only more idly entranced as she noted the similarities between the star covered sky and herself.

    Inky and strange the water reflected like a mirror, painted the shadows and world into a picture amidst its surface… and therein she also noted the shade of movement in the brush and the ferns: drew her gaze upward as she peered quietly- a small, and weak voice hanging in the air.  “H- hello?”




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    Pity those who don't feel anything at all; Santana - by Briella - 08-16-2019, 08:31 PM



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