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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


    [open]  Wolves that eddy out the corners of his eyes || Any
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    Kiss me again
    Kiss me until I am sick of it

    It’s not something he enjoys doing, coming here to find others willing to join him. For all extensive purposes he’s just fine getting absolutely inebriated on fae nectar and lounging in the soft flowers until the end of his days. However, he had made himself a promise. He may be a normal mortal but god damnit he was going to be anything but ordinary. Which means coming here until others can do it for him. He had tried to convince his fae family, uprooted from the Meadow and convinced with promises of endless wildflower fields, to do his dirty work for him but per usual they simply laughed and did their own things. Only helpful when it served their own purposes it seems.

    He doesn’t consider himself as a leader in the ordinary sense of the word. What he would like is a crew that doesn’t mind his vicious words, that gave support when needed, and for the most part liked to have fun. That was one thing he was good at, having fun. Oh, and playing the villain, he had gotten good at that too. It was the one thing that made everyone overlook how ordinary he was. It didn’t matter if nobody much liked him. It didn’t matter if he had once been a wild child, only looked after by the fae. It didn’t matter if he had once wanted the favor of his parents or the touch of perhaps just a little magic (the touch of someone who loved him) to not stand out sorely like a thumb. None of that mattered when everyone thought you were a villain. At least as a bad guy someone thought of you at all.

    His glowing red eyes easily spot the dark winged buckskin in the slim pickings of the field. The male glares as he whips around to face him, gazing at him sullenly and with little dislike. Obscene follows suit, the look of disdain easily sliding into place as he comes closer to him and the waterfall. It had not been that long ago that Sabra had found him here and the landscape is still as desolate and dank as it had been a few months ago when the light had returned. Cocking his head with a smirk dancing on dark lips, he addresses the male. His voice deep and alluring, not bothering to keep the curiosity from his tone. “You don’t seem one for company. So why come here of all places?”


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    RE: Wolves that eddy out the corners of his eyes || Any - by Obscene - 04-29-2021, 09:12 PM



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