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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


    Just like you, only prettier // Reia
    #3
    Ironic, really. Think of a thing and it's so much more likely to occur. Out of seemingly thin air, my solitude is rudely shattered by the entrance of another female. Lithe and light on her feet, she prowls nearer with more feline grace than most horses can manage. I lift a brow, unimpressed as her growling tone breaks the silence I'd been bathed in until now. 

    "You Loessians aren't big on saying hi, are you? Straight to the chase. How savage." I sigh in mocking disappointment. Whatever, if she hadn't been so abrasive, I certainly would have. As it stands, I fix the shimmering mare with my own hard stare, a faint smile dancing on my lips. She's predatory in nature, that much would be obvious even without the dinner comment. 

    A scent lingers on her, similar to my brother's own odor. My nose wrinkles in disdain, despite being accustomed to the smell of burning. "Aren't you a little old for your parents to be feeding you? Perhaps your daddy thought you needed help with your hair. Nothing a splash of water won't fix, but you really should be more careful next time you try doing it yourself." 

    I examine her from where I stand, paying exaggerated attention to the flickers of blue heat that ripple along her neck. The flames lick along her haunches in similar fashion, so I tilt my head aside as though I'm sincerely concerned. "You may also want to consider a change in diet. Shitting fire can't be good for your ass." I click my tongue a few times in disapproval, rolling my eyes as she paces like a starving mountain lion around me. 

    I hope she's enjoying the view. We share wings and scaled skin, I notice, but little else. Similar enough to be interesting, even if I can tell her scales are not of a piscean sort. I toss my head and flex my own wings flirtatiously, as if she were examining in appreciation of my figure instead of my protein content. I don't take my eyes off of her though, as she moves around me. I wink saucily as she walks behind me, hoping this lurid display puts her off balance. 

    "Like what you see?" I quip as she comes around the front of me again, sarcasm dripping from my tongue like blood from a wound. Let her wonder at my purpose here. I'm sure I've got as much right to this pool as anyone. More, even, than some flaming girl with hungry eyes. 

    @[Reia]


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    Just like you, only prettier // Reia - by Rebelle - 09-17-2019, 12:35 PM
    RE: Just like you, only prettier // Reia - by Rebelle - 10-11-2019, 02:31 PM



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