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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]  The eleventh hour
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    He often forgets how jolting his method of travel is to one who has never experienced it before. His own body, so accustomed to being flung through space and time like foam in a current, barely seems to notice anymore. But the brief illness on her features remind him of what he’d forgotten. At this point however, he can only offer a faintly chagrined, apologetic expression.

    While the shriek had been disconcerting, it is everything else in this otherworld he finds far worse. There is nothing terribly obvious, but it screams its wrongness nonetheless. His warning is a timely one, halting his companion’s footsteps just as she is about to go find whatever hapless creature had let out the cry moments earlier.

    “They could be,” he agrees with a faint nod, eyes distant as he stares across the beach. “Or it could be a lure.”

    Not that that distinction had ever stopped Ten from investigating. Or from getting chased across space and time by horribly frightening creatures. His warning had not been meant to keep them from exploring this world, no matter how wrong it felt. If they did need to beat a hasty retreat however, he did not want to have to be scrambling around dodging monsters to try finding her.

    Raising one brow, he turns his gaze to her before inviting, “Shall we?”

    Whether they should or not quickly becomes a moot point however, as something… odd emerges from the trees in the distance and begins shuffling slowly across the sand. Narrowing his eyes, he tries to make it out. When he does though, a faint sound of dismay emanates from deep in his throat. Whatever it is is clearly no longer alive. At least, not in the normal sense of the living. The flesh seems to be melting from it’s very bones, skin peeled away and flapping with each step. And if that weren’t enough, it appears… half-eaten.

    At that moment, it lets out another shriek, causing Ten to laugh abruptly. “Well I suppose that answers that question.”
    TEN


    @[Shipka] someday he'll realize it and introduce himself haha
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    The eleventh hour - by Shipka - 09-09-2020, 09:50 PM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Ten - 09-10-2020, 12:48 PM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Shipka - 09-21-2020, 09:40 PM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Ten - 10-05-2020, 02:23 PM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Shipka - 10-31-2020, 08:51 AM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Ten - 11-24-2020, 11:33 AM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Shipka - 12-05-2020, 04:30 PM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Ten - 01-08-2021, 02:49 PM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Shipka - 02-13-2021, 11:14 PM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Ten - 02-18-2021, 10:51 AM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Shipka - 03-21-2021, 12:28 PM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Random Event - 03-21-2021, 04:17 PM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Ten - 03-31-2021, 10:36 AM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Shipka - 04-30-2021, 07:13 PM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Ten - 05-04-2021, 10:01 AM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Shipka - 05-25-2021, 10:22 AM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Ten - 05-28-2021, 09:21 AM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Shipka - 06-13-2021, 05:40 PM
    RE: The eleventh hour - by Ten - 06-22-2021, 09:12 AM



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