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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


    magnus
    #3
    -Raeg'n-
    "And I thought I had finally been able to shake you."
    She smirked playfully. Fat chance. She would always come back for more. She needed it. But she wouldn't tell him that part.

    He did happen to have time, and squared up to her, making her eyes gleam in eager anticipation. She was going to make this one count, push herself.

    She didn't like hurting Lauchlan. Somehow it was worse sparring with him. With him, she felt guilty for her healing, as it was instantaneous and uncontrolled. She didn't feel so guilty with Magnus. He was her mentor, and knew what he was getting himself into. Knew how to defend better than she'd probably ever learn. Lauchlan was good, but this guy put them both to terrible shame.

    Magnus stepped back, opening up space for them. Yes! Focus. A wicked grin quickly slid to her face, needing this.
    "First attack is yours," he directed. She nodded in acknowledgement, already trying to figure out a way to get the upper hand on him. She needed to learn well, but also make sure he still landed a lot of damage. Challenge her magic, build her stamina. Landing hits had yet to be a problem for him.

    Before she could decide on her approach, he lunged. His knees came up hard, and she dodged to her right not quite quick enough, taking the hit solidly in her left shoulder. Her magic flashed, instantly healing the deep bruise that would have resulted. In the same move, she twisted her head and tried snapping at his neck, aiming for a good hard bite -for once.

    She followed her rightward momentum and danced a few steps, her left hind kicking out low -without much aim- towards his fetlock. A wild grin was plastered to her face, her adrenaline soaring her on a high. This was her addiction. She needed him to sate it. Make her stronger.

    Come on! she taunted. No, begged.
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    Messages In This Thread
    magnus - by Raeg'n - 01-11-2017, 09:04 PM
    RE: magnus - by magnus - 01-14-2017, 10:39 PM
    RE: magnus - by Raeg'n - 01-15-2017, 01:42 AM
    RE: magnus - by magnus - 01-15-2017, 01:40 PM
    RE: magnus - by Raeg'n - 01-17-2017, 12:08 AM
    RE: magnus - by magnus - 01-22-2017, 07:52 PM
    RE: magnus - by Raeg'n - 01-28-2017, 05:10 PM
    RE: magnus - by magnus - 01-30-2017, 01:01 AM



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