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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


    [private]  where the lonely shadows are finally found; Elliana
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    Darkling

    There is little in the way of rhyme or reason to his actions. He is a creature made entirely of his own whims, following only the illicit discretion of his heart. It is a feckless thing, that heart. One could almost question if it existed were it not for the clear affection he betrays for the creatures of his own making. It is simply that he is not bound by the traditions of morality those of this land so often adhere to.

    His morality is instead a thing made entirely of his own shadows and the heights he might push them to.

    It’s hard to say what had drawn him from Pangea on this chilly evening. Summer still hangs with heavy oppression over the land, but the heat has loosened its grip, allowing an unseasonable chill to seep in. It makes him restless, stirring his blood in a way that sends him from the familiar dessicated rock of his home.

    The forest is always a temptation, darkness lingering in its heart in the same way it lingers in the golden unicorn. Like calls to like in an age old siren song, and Darkling has always loved those seductive melodies. His favorite swings through the trees ahead of him, melding with the shadows in a way that leaves the creature nearly invisible. With no scent or sound to betray it, only soulless yellow eyes are left to give away its presence.

    When the creature returns to him, Darkling lifts his head to his creation. It cannot speak, yet the stallion understands it nevertheless. There is someone ahead. Someone that piques his curiosity and draws a dangerous spark to his glittering dark eyes. The shadowy primate scampers ahead of him, silent and laughing. Darkling follows in its wake, finding the object of his interest with unnatural ease.

    “What have we here?” he murmurs speculatively, horned head lit with sly intrigue as he slips through the trees behind her. A smile flickers briefly across his features, though it is far too hungry to be considered friendly. “Has no one told you these trees are not safe after dark?”

    you're burning up the sky, you're a constellation
    I think that I could die for this revelation



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    where the lonely shadows are finally found; Elliana - by Darkling - 10-15-2021, 09:08 AM



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