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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


    Romek
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    Ruan
    The Tiger had returned. He could smell him, sense him. The trees of the Taiga welcomed him back as an old friend, just as they all would. He wouldn't deny the creeping doubt slithering beneath his skin, the uncertainty of what the Tiger would want for himself. Was residency really enough for the former leader, or would he crave more? Would he wish to take what was once his?

    The purple-leopard man stalked that feline scent, tracked it through their Taiga. He'd let the silence go on for too long, had kept busy tending to his mate and children. But it was time to seek Romek, and gauge for himself the man's intentions if there were any. Glacial blue eyes, wide and alert, sifted through all the little shakes in the trees as he moved. He wasn't silent, wasn't trying for stealth; he only wished to find him. Let him hear him come.

    Romek's scent grew stronger, and he drew to a halt. Shadows played at his feet, dancing beneath the forest. Branches swayed and shushed, as blue eyes nearly glowed in the fading darkness of evening. He and Reagan would hunt soon, but this must come first.
    Romek. His voice was low and even, aware that the Tiger was near enough to catch the sound. He would already know Ruan was here; they each could sense the other.

    How are you settling in?



    @[Romek]



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    Romek - by Ruan - 12-19-2016, 10:58 AM
    RE: Romek - by Romek - 12-19-2016, 06:13 PM
    RE: Romek - by Ruan - 12-23-2016, 07:19 PM



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