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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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    If there is anything that Ten can understand, it is that naive desire to help. To do good. To rescue the world around them. He had once been in her very shoes - or hooves, as it were - called to save something he probably never should have. And he had died for that belief. Only the goodness and benevolence of the one he had died for had brought him back to life. Not just brought him back, but changed him irrevocably. Woken something buried deep within he hadn’t known existed before then.

    But underneath it all, the heart that beats is the same one who had chosen to sacrifice himself.

    And it is why he bounds after her when she shoots forward to help the wayward creature shuffling slowly towards them. He may have learned danger lurks in the strangest places, but even so, he could not let harm come to her if he could prevent it.

    As she crashes against the creature, determined to use her smaller frame to support the thing in it’s ungainly ambling, Ten skids to a halt before he too ends up crashing into them. Her words fall on deaf ears as the beastly thing lets loose a rattling laugh, skin melting against hers in the most horrific of ways.

    “Lure it is, I guess.” Ten’s wry words are muttered from lips already stretching forward to touch her exposed shoulder lightly. Moments later, she is ripped from the rotting beasts liquid embrace as Ten rends the fabric of space around them, pulling her through. The creature’s furious shriek echoes behind them, the last of its clinging embrace.

    Moments later, they are deposited far down the beach, undead thing left far in the distance as its unnatural cries fade into silence.

    Letting loose a pent up breath, Ten returns his gaze to her, features slipping into a concerned frown. “Are you hurt?”
    TEN


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    Messages In This Thread
    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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