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@[Colby]
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"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] it's like a witch's house in here
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@[Colby]
03-01-2021, 01:15 AM
stars hide your fires for these here are my desires-- He was too young to really think much of the dark. He had his infrared vision that made it easy to see, and the arrogance of youth that lent him that feeling of being invincible. There were monsters that lurked in the dark, he knew that. He knew that they maimed and injured, hunted and killed. But he did not believe they would come for him. It’s why he did not think twice about leaving the general safety of Tephra. The monsters were everywhere, but there seemed to be a false sense of security about staying in the land you were familiar with. But the way he saw it was, the monsters were everywhere. Dying in Tephra or Hyaline or the meadow wasn’t going to make much difference, and near as he could tell the sun was never coming back, so he might as well explore while he’s alive. He walks along the river, more or less blending with the darkness around him. A black coat pulls tight over his adolescent frame, still lanky with his youth, much to his dismay. He liked to think that maybe his horns—curved and sharp enough to gouge with enough force—made him look older, despite being barely a young adult. Had there been any light at all it would have caught the gold that lined his white markings, but in this dark he may as well be a moving shadow. He doesn’t really notice her at first with his vision the way that it is. He sees her, warm and glowing against the cool colors of the backdrop, but of course he cannot make out her face, or anything particular about her. He just sees a flash of color spinning toward him, and then a voice demanding something of him. “I can’t, I’m naked,” he tells her with a low, humored laugh, finding his own joke rather hilarious. It was the kind of joke that Maea would have rolled her eyes at and not even spared him a forced laugh, which is how he knows it was funny. He steps further into view anyway, his vision shifting from infrared back to normal, noticing her glowing markings for the first time. He doesn’t let the pleasant surprise register across his face—the fact that he is lured in by the enchanting beauty of it—but instead keeps it carefully guarded behind golden eyes and a crooked smile. “I’m Astin. And not a monster.” -- astin. @[The Monsters] can you mess with his infrared vision please <3 @[Sabal] | |
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