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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


    [open]  you be the lamb, and we'll be the slaughter
    #1
    so hopeless but i'm still romantic
    bloodstained, i'm gonna blow a kiss

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    They say that a child born amidst chaos will lead a chaotic life, so what else could be expected from the fledgling dragoness who is kissed by stars?

    She doesn’t remember much from the murder of her mother other than a lot of red, red, red blood, but she does remember the blind boy who turned out to be her brother. He is timid and a bit squeamish, but Frenzy adores her elder brother. As it turns out, she has another mother as well, a beautiful woman named Clarissa, and two sisters. They are all as different as the constellations in the sky, but she loves them all the same.

    All but perhaps Father, who frightens her with his curling eye-horns and ruthlessness. He is a king, making her a bastard princess, but there is something deeply abnormal about him. He scowls when she is near, as if she is nothing more than the dark reminder of the woman his son had slaughtered. She tries not to let Ghaul’s blatant cruelty bother her, but she also does her best to avoid the king and his equally cruel brother.

    Second-Mother’s nest is situated directly on the border of Pangea and the Cove, and it is where Frenzy rests her head each night. The decaying skull of First-Mother doesn’t even bother her anymore, hanging like a decoration over her parents’ heads while they sleep. The nest allows her easy access to both territories, and most days she finds her hooves carrying her over the kingdom her father rules.

    It is a barren wasteland, dangerous but beautiful, and Frenzy stops along the edge of the slow-moving river, lowering her head to take a few sips of the water before continuing on. The echoing of hooves reaches her and she swivels her head towards the sound, water dripping from her lips as she stares down the stranger.

    frenzy
    i'm pretty like a car crash.
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    you be the lamb, and we'll be the slaughter - by frenzy - 06-02-2020, 10:01 PM



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