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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


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    [private]  It's nothing complicated, I just want to kill him
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    There's more wrong with her than the obvious. There's more wrong than these hooves and this soft velvet nose, more than the missing feathers and the way her hind leg has greyed out so suddenly. Manny leaves the Beach, she leaves the afterlife and that awful liquid world of made of gremlins - made of bone and skin and sense stripped away from the intruders that fell into it - but so much of it is still inside of her.

    The trip home took an eternity. Not a true eternity like the ones she knew while she was dead and time was nothing, but one made of the rise and fall of the sun in the sky, of flesh as weak and weary as the fallen leaves lying in puddles. Her bones hurt. Something in her belly flips and flops and she kicks at it with her silver leg, she bares flat teeth at it when her head swings around as though to rip the thing out from between her ribs, but there is no beak to do the job, there are no claws flexing at the end of strong front legs. There are not even feathers to tear at until she bleeds, only thick horse-skin that defies her snapping jaws. This. This is how Avocet feels every day - minus the gibbering in her belly and chest. This weakness. It does not make her feel any more kindly towards the brother she hunted through childhood.

    Should have tried harder, she thinks, A kindness, really. Should have put him out of his misery when she's had the opportunity. Who could love such a weak thing? Who could love themselves this way? Manikin curls her pink upper lip, baring her teeth as her dull hooves find their way back into the Pampas once again. The claws will return, the beak and the feathers, the integrity of her bones will return, and then when she is strong again, hale and whole, she will help her brother as she ought to have done months ago.

    "Avo?" She calls out, her voice tired, rasping, but recognizable, "Where are you Avo?"

    And then, because a scent is missing in the wind above the warm scent of their grassland home, "Where has Mom gone?"



    @[avocet] No pressure to respond to this, it's just a cranky Manny coming back home Smile


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    It's nothing complicated, I just want to kill him - by Manikin - 09-10-2020, 03:07 PM



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