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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]  you couldn't hide it from me, casimira
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    CASIMIRA

    dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah

    Things kept changing quickly, in ways that caused the tension in her chest to continuously grow tighter.

    She had often kept to herself in Hyaline, with the exception of occasionally visiting with her mother. The behavior of Mazikeen and Gale had left her uneasy, and though she would not claim to know Maze well she thought she knew her well enough to understand that the way she was behaving was not within her character. It’s why she had been relieved when Gale had left, though the relief was short-lived after realizing he had moved to Tephra.

    Tephra, her first home, and where the other half of her family lived.

    To know that Savior had to stay there, that he was tied to this land by an intangible tether that nothing could break, was enough to twist that knot of tension even tighter. She had gone there, of course, to ensure that he was truly alright—Gale seemed to grow increasingly more chaotic, and she did not know what his plans for Tephra were.

    Though his reign had been brief, that did little to soothe the unrest in Casimira’s chest. The murder of her mother had caused a ripple of shock to spread through her family, and while she had her suspicions—a few of them, truthfully, because her mother had a tendency to linger too close to the dark—none of them were confirmed.

    She leaves for Tephra, thinking that perhaps if she left behind the turmoil that was Hyaline she stood a chance at clearing her mind.
    That maybe if she could simply curl into Savior’s side she would not have to feel all of the things she feels right now.

    When she finds him she is momentarily struck, as always, at how stunning he is; the way the sun glints off his fire opal skin, glancing off the hard angles of his body, and she is again left in disbelief that he is hers. Once she is at his side she presses into him with hesitation, her pale muzzle finding his mane and the familiar scent that clings to him, and she breathes a tremulous sigh. “I missed you,” she tells him softly, and for now, she says nothing else.



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    RE: you couldn't hide it from me, casimira - by Casimira - 10-14-2021, 02:43 PM



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