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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]  A Pocketful Of Stones
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    hellbane
    It's always the same, I'm running towards nothing again
    He goes to do exactly what she expects. It’d been part of the arrangement, had it not? Hellbane isn’t one to really disappoint, either, not when there are others still out there, waiting. “The others…” He ponders, not exactly remembering their names but seeing them gathered around, looking up to him and Mortal with expectant eyes, “...what if I’ve come too late?”

    He can’t think about that. Not now.

    All he can think is to take one step at time, that same, lumbering pace he’s perfected with age while his bones settled into a frame that was clearly his sires. If they weren’t here, int he meadow, there would be someone who would be curious enough to ask what he was seeking. That was all that it would take. A spark had more than enough power to ignite a flame, and a flame had the ability to set the world on fire.

    Hellbane just needs some kindling.


    ooc: Cue crappy starter thread

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    A Pocketful Of Stones - by Hellbane - 04-13-2017, 01:15 PM
    RE: A Pocketful Of Stones - by Surgery - 04-13-2017, 07:37 PM
    RE: A Pocketful Of Stones - by Hellbane - 04-19-2017, 09:50 PM



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