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    COTY

    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


    [open]  waiting for the hint of a spark, any
    #11

    Ciri

    There is an infliction at the end of her thanks that makes Ciri pause and consider her, the furrowed brow and the stare of her flowers. It takes her a moment to think back. The stars. They were still missing. “Your stars…” She starts then falters. She doesn’t realize that one had been replaced with another but her own heart suddenly feels heavier again. She knows what it’s like to be unable to reach what matters to her most. “Maybe they will be back at night.” She tries to comfort her, her skull extending to linger for a moment on the smoky neck exposed to her as Basilica looks behind her. Quickly she recoils back into herself, her muzzle pulling back from the other and coming to rest on the healed skin of her chest.

    It seems to be enough to bring the sabino’s attention back to the present and when Basilica questions her on a hard life lived, it’s a hollow laugh that answers her. “You could say that.” She admits, her nostrils flaring as she releases a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. The images flash quickly through her mind (the conspiracy of ravens that tore at her skin, the Leshen with it’s bleached antlered skull and twisted limbs that root into the ground and pull at her, the Siren’s song ringing in her curved ears as it tore her apart until the star that she was broke through the dark layers of her skin and lit up the entire plane of an alternate existence) and she shakes them away with a toss of her head, releasing herself from her resting position.

    The images of Amet and their life in Hyaline follow the nightmare fuel of the Underneath but even those memories are heavy. Nightmares of a unique kind, filled with a wretched heartache that might even bring a Siren to its knees. It hurts more to think of that (of him) then the pain of claws and talons cutting her apart. Quickly she returns to the present, roughly shoving away her past with tenacity. “Where were you headed? When you were running in the dark?” Hesitating for a moment before offering, “I can go with you if you want, just in case there's more where that one came from.”


    all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was



    @[basilica] should we start a new thread since a lot's changed?
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