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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]  - Don't be afraid when the Night Wolves cry -[M]
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    Longclaw

    As far as first encounters go, Longclaw is certain this has to be the most unusual one he’s been caught up in. Were magicians always so … weird? Regardless, he watches silently as the beast speaks (somewhat inhibited by the bile and god-knows-what spilling from between those teeth) and lets the blood of his ancestor dry across his own lips while they pinch softly at the mention of Pangea’s fall from grace. The dry, hollow land had been his home for a brief moment while Wyrm had trained him. It had almost been his demise, too, The growing stallion remembers, had it not been for Wyrm and his ability to carry them both to safety… Those hooded green eyes of his disappear beneath rapidly blinking lids and then they rise, focusing once more on the present and Deimos, who’s lathering at the mouth for Longclaw’s reply.

    “He told me … very little.” The shimmering horse admits, rather carefully. There’s so much to consider now, far too much to simply walk away without having at least tried the new power out. His turns that appealing head to the side, exposing only one broad, iridescent cheek to his companion while his gaze spans the length of exposed shoreline. Beyond that, the sea is dragging her fingers of water back to the depths with low tide and Longclaw realizes that for him, this is the end of the world. He has never, nor will he ever, go beyond those black waters. A ring of fire erupts around them, a wall of white-hot flame that turns the fine grains beneath their hooves to glass in mere seconds. It stretches upward in a terrible, blue, wavering rhythm while Longclaw returns his attention to Deimos.

    “But you … you could teach me, right?” The boy supplies, eyes widening with eager anticipation. A brief smile haunts his face, turning his eyes dark for a heartbeat. “I could be your protégé, anything you’d like.” He murmurs. Such a tantalizing thought for the both of them - so many doors opened at one time. So with the blaze of hellfire around them, why does Longclaw feel so terribly cold?

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    RE: - Don't be afraid when the Night Wolves cry -[M] - by Longclaw - 06-22-2017, 04:20 PM



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