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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]  through the smoke and arrogance. [sinner, any]
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    Hunger.
     
    It calls him.
     
    Not even the crown of the autumn forest could keep the hunger at bay. It demands to finally be fed, no longer accepting to be pushed aside by silly processes and procedures it does not understand. A king he may be now, but the instinct of a predator would always be his calling.
     
    He was a monster with an appetite. A hunter that does not deny the joys of a hunt, whether the prey is small and big. The challenge of buckling the prey down with his limbs and body, watching it struggle with all its strength and cry out for help was worth it all. When he tastes the fresh flesh and crushed the bone between his teeth, it was sweet victory.
     
     It was an addiction.
     
    Any predator could not deny it.
     
    It never could be denied.
     
    So, he hunts.
     
    The plague left the lands silent of prey—even the smallest of the ones would have been pleasing. Winter made it even harder to find them, buried beneath the frozen land, huddling away in holes and caves for hibernation. However, it seemed something else was to be offered onto a platter to him. So willing, so freely, in the very confinement of his forest, his kingdom.
     
    He watches carefully from the shadows of the autumn forest. Red-yellow, hollowed eyes watching the dark creature make its way here and there with black companions (creatures of the night). The scent of a stranger brought him quickly to investigate what was happening. A stranger within his land would never go unnoticed. It was his territory and by right he would throw anyone out if he must.
     
    When the dark stallion finally has his fill, he steps forward. Dark paws crunch against the snowy forest floor, making his appearance firmly known to the stranger from behind him. The black stallion turns, and he meets his gaze with his red-yellow eyes. His ears perk forward, curiously, and waits for a moment. A stoic expression fills his hard-chiseled canine features.
     
    “And you are?” He growls, finally breaking the silence between them.


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