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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


    nayl;
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    I am not afraid... I was born to do this.
    ”No longer here?” She asks, but doesn’t press for more as they dive deeper into Taiga’s embrace. The dappled sunlight is ominous in comparison to the open coastland of Nerine. It’s shaded, grim, and smells of the damp leaves and shadows. She says nothing of it, merely observing each and every tree, rock, and bird. Coniferous trees in comparison to Sylva’s deciduous, but she can still smell her subkingdom only a few miles away. A fleeting smile touches a corner of her mouth as her eyes trace back behind her to where the wind brings her the familiar scent, but then she looks at Ruan again and his home surrounding them. ”I’m sure it’s with good reason she is no longer here,” but then she lets the topic wither away as she draws to a stop.

    ”So this is truly Taiga. I had only seen the border,” it had been so long ago when the lands were new. It was when Nayl first ascended the throne and came to power. Has she really had this crown atop her head for so long? She has most certainly outdone her predecessor.

    But much like her, Ruan turns his attention to what matters, minimal small talk. Her brow lifts as she looks at him, her eyes flashing with intrigue. She turns to face him but then looks off to the side to hear the distant voices of his kin. A brief consideration of them holds her at a steady quiet before her gaze flickers back to the icy king. ”Only you and some family members with no ranks,” she murmurs thoughtfully as her shoulders ripple in an idle shrug, ”which makes me fear for the safety of your home.” Her voice is silk as the words slip from her tongue. ”I walked in on a conversation of former Pangeans threatening to overtake much of Beqanna. I fear they would find Taiga to be a target.” She doesn’t indulge in telling him that she stopped that meeting, crushing it before it could truly begin. They saw her and many abandoned their self-proclaimed leader. Silence had ensued.

    ”Nerine has the strength and numbers to protect Taiga should you be willing to come to an agreement…” she trails off, slowly blinking and looking at Ruan curiously.


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    daughter of covet & myrina
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    nayl; - by Ruan - 06-19-2017, 06:33 PM
    RE: nayl; - by Nayl - 07-04-2017, 12:12 PM
    RE: nayl; - by Ruan - 07-11-2017, 07:58 PM



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