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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]  Why don't you show me a little bit of spine [Locheed]
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    I can see through you, see your true colors
    Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
    It’s not often that he walks in the shadowed world of the forest but he does today. The red eyed stallion finds relief from the heat of summer amongst the shaded groves of tree although he makes it a point to steer clear from the heart of the land, having no taste for the strange nightmares or unnatural chill that permeates from the ominous shadows deep within. He still finds the old habit of wandering hard to break which brings him here to the shaded trees, his every step muffled and mutated in the strange way the forest seems to smother most noises. Light glows above his shoulder where the Wisp hovers protectively, following his Prince.

    Dappled sunlight filters through twig and branch, catching glints of gold where it catches on his chest. Warmth doesn’t linger on his dark skin where it touches and he slips through ferns and winds around trunks, making his way to nowhere in particular at all. It would be a lie to say that it was only a sudden case of wanderlust that had brought him from his wildflower hills. There were times when something seemed to come.. alive… inside of him. It writhed and coiled around his insides, enough to make him restless and sometimes even the heavy drug of nectar was not enough to soothe whatever it was that coiled with displeasure around his ribcage. Gently squeezing against bone until the feeling disappeared as quickly as it had come. He found the sensation didn’t always seem to correlate with his mood either although his words seemed to have more venom when he felt the heat of anger or the flicker of his hatred in his decrepit little heart. So far it remained simply a sensation and usually calmed as quickly as it had come.

    Still, he wonders if this has something to do with his becoming Fae.
    If perhaps it was tied into some sort of sick price he would have to pay.

    He knew how they worked too well. Nothing was ever quite as it seemed when dealing with faerie.

    The constriction within him had long since faded since he had arrived in the Forest, a long golden afternoon spread leisurely before him, so he stays instead of turning back right away to the Pampas. His handsome immortal face is unreadable as he glances about, his dark crimson gaze looking for someone to play with. There’s an itch of mischief that needs to be scratched and it’s been too long since he’s played a proper prank on someone. So he conceals himself within a dense grove of trees and underbrush, making sure he is deep within the foliage before he sends out the little Wisp to linger not far from where he hides. Light glows protectively from where it levitates in the air, a bright little beacon amongst the shadows. Playing bait as it waits to lure in an unsuspecting victim.


    obscene


    @[Locheed]
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