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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


    please break my heart
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    SIXTEEN
    please don't go. i'll eat you whole, i love you so.
    She vaguely remembers her own emergence into the world: a cracking shell, her mouth full of blood. Perhaps that is why she thought this was all some strange, slow death. The twins squirmed eagerly in her womb and left her exhausted before each day had even begun. But now they’re still while pain flashes through her like lightning. The monster stumbles into the red clay with heaving breaths as each contraction washes over her. This is it, she tells herself. The end has come for her on the eve of the cleansing.

    And then a child slips from her. His weak cries send her into a panic as she tries to stand, to flee from him. But her labor is not quite finished. She collapses once more and sucks in a sharp breath as the daughter emerges alongside the colt. Children, she thinks with disgust.

    Ciara recalls the way she had wanted to devour her father and she quickly decides these two must feel the same of her. She drags herself up onto her hooves and prepares her fangs to devour the daughter first. It’s difficult when she is this tired, but her fangs replace the blunt equine teeth as she lowers her head to her younger child’s throat.

    The boy rolls onto his stomach and issues a sudden shriek, a command. The pastel mother turns to appraise him now with a tilt of her head. He takes a quick breath and spits a short plume of fire at her, a warning that he follows up with another screech. Ciara steps back to avoid his flames but she keeps her fangs bared. A snarl rumbles from the depth of her gut while she weighs her options. Leave the children here to die, or try to devour them despite whatever strength the have.

    Sixteen flexes his small talons and rises up on wobbling legs. Though small, he seems tenacious enough to claw her face open, at least. She turns and leaves them in the Pangean dust. Either the aliens will slaughter them or they’ll find a way to survive. Regardless, it isn’t her concern, anymore.


    @[Catryn] you don't have to reply to this, i just wanted them borned.
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    Catryn’s world is darkness from the very beginning. She doesn’t know to expect something else, can’t know that there is a world of colour that almost everyone else gets to experience.

    What she knows is the movement nearby, the cool feel of the breeze on her drenched skin and then the hot breath as someone leans close to her throat.

    In the darkness she doesn’t know how close this was her death, so soon afterlife just began.

    The shriek of someone nearby that causes that breath to retreat.

    It is instinct more than anything that tells her which of these to trust as they share a brief exchange.

    The scent that had come with the breath near her throat begins to dissipate but the other is still close and she calls out to it in something little more than a whimper as she struggles to her hooves. It takes a few tries - the contact with the ground surprising her every time. But she doesn’t give up until she has reached the side of her protector and a happier noise chirps out of her as her muzzle bumps awkwardly against him - the first sense of home in her young life.



    just wanted to reply to set up their relationship a little <33333333
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