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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


    looking like an angel but your savage love; skandar
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    Skandar accepts her challenge and changes splendidly before her blue eyes. Aela watches each transformation with something that looks like admiration (though she doesn't dare let it linger too long; she doesn't need another ego to contend with). He makes sweeping changes - something made of stardust to something as simple as Taiga leaves and butterfly wings. There is so much potential here that Aela is almost humming with it and for once, she wishes that speaking did come naturally for her.

    Oh, the things she could be imagining him to replicate!

    They look eyes and she smiles at him proudly. Good, she thinks. The lesson has been learned.

    She eyes him when he lifts his head, her golden ears pricking forward. Part of her wonders if he will take another shape. She wonders if Skandar will boast something else. There are no memories projected at him and Aela is careful to keep her emotions associated with him locked away; while she considers herself competent with her gift, she doesn't want to waste her reserve.

    (Just in case.)

    He smiles in response to her own and Aela takes a deft step towards the East. Her slim body angles away from his but she stops when he says that the shapes he assumes are stronger when they are his. For a moment, something bristles under his skin. Does he think his ability to create is greater than hers? If she weren't so drained from their previous interaction, she'd remind him. But her mind is full of trickling streams and the gentle sway of branches overhead.

    There is nothing to terrify Skandar; nothing to remind him of his place.

    It's a minor irritation, something her flaxen tail flicks away like the flies that dare to bite at her golden skin. She has already shown him dragons and Magicians and a battle. Aela will take him back to Pangea but she decides to test this new find of hers. Turning her head to look back at the star-speckled colt, her brow raises with a silent query (first, she pauses. First, she stills to remind him that she is the one leading him): what are your memories?





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    RE: looking like an angel but your savage love; skandar - by Aela - 11-29-2020, 08:30 PM



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