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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


    .::we are the fallen angels::.
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    .::femme was wrong all along. Her master was not coming back. Femme had waited on the shoals. Ebony bodice quaking in the chill. By her flints, young Black Knight Of Chaos, his sightless eye making it harder to move. Ebony fatale pressed veivets into his tiny shoulder and budged him. The field again. She hated to admit that this was a sorry sight to see. Femme wondered if blue, and young Henry. Had they found a home?  ::.

    .::femme stalks topography, son by her side. Neglected and left for dead practically, the two moved to the field. Vague hope lightening her sapphire pools. Chaos sprinted ahead, gangly appendages rocking in a strange motion. Audits flicker stop her arabian diadem. Sapphire pools scrutinising terra firma. Genes vocals shrill and shriek as she screams. It is agony and horror. Like a banshee. Femme screams of her losses. Master Nier. Onyx femme had been foolish to fall for his charm. That was the plot. Impregnant her and leave. Diadem is thrown in impatience as her dancers flints skip a beat on the gardening topography. Femme calls for chaos as he lopes off ahead. ::.
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    .::we are the fallen angels::. - by BrokenStar - 07-07-2015, 02:22 PM



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