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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]  hunt or be hunted; jackel
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    there is but one rule
    hunt or be hunted
    There was a thick tension in the air. Perhaps more of late than the hound has ever experienced before. He grows hungrier for the hunt. Enjoying the thrill and chase that leaves him forgetting about the responsibilities of the crown and what else comes with it. But always, when he returns, he picks up the burden that the crown holds.
     
    And he remembers his desires once more.
     
    The shifting of the southern crown had moved once again from the mad-king to the dragon-king, Castile. He did not find the new king to be someone to like easily. Not that he liked anyone ever. Everyone that came into his life was weight upon their worth. Would they be part of his game or get in his way to achieve his desires? It was all a matter of their worth to him. Sinner cared little or more for that.
     
    Castile… Well, he made himself an enemy of the hound by taking the crown.
     
    Sinner does not show his dissatisfaction publicly though. It is with only Mary that he shares his thoughts. Their feelings of the crown being upon the king are similar, and their desire to want more align. But it seems no longer can he be satisfied with just speaking in whispers. He desires more than whispering his distaste for the new king and what should be Sylva’s instead.
     
    Being patient had not been enough. It was time for something more. But where would he start? There was little to anyone he could trust. Loyalty was fickle these days, and giving such a job to someone required mastery and art.
     
    The hound tosses his head as he lingers in the heart of the autumn kingdom. Pushing away his thoughts and frustration. It seemed hopeless right now, but surely there would be someone. He paws at the ground, taking one bite of the small bunny he caught no long ago. The taste is enough to satisfy his addiction for the hunt again for a little bit. But it is not equal enough to the larger mammals that he finds more tasteful in the meadow.
     
    It will do for now, he thinks as he takes another bite.
    Sinner
    the king of sylva
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