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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


    It's not just the end, it's something greater; Maugrim
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    Once she might have been something. Now she’s nothing and she prefers it that way. Besides, her brother had always been in the spotlight, the true hope to carry on all her mother’s dreams. What a hope he’d been, too - spreading those dreams all over and inside the filth of Beqanna until it seemed that half the country was touched with green or blue. Lupei’s little brat Circinae was doing well for herself, the youngest and brightest star as compared to her own half-brother Wyrm, the firstborn of Lupei’s promising progeny.

    The wolves would go down in infamy, breeding and churning out more of their like while she held onto that prideful green of Astri's and wandered alone. Now and again her nephew would seek her out, make sure his aunt was still alive and kicking and keep her up-to-date but aside from that, the only temporary pleasure she gained was from finding another lonely stranger once per season. Even that grew boring after a while - boring and painful for no necessary reason. At first it had been easy to cast the little whelps off, most were taken in by their sires. But the last few times had felt wrong, the most recent like a bitter pill.

    What the hell had happened to her? Walking, pacing more like, along the edge of the shore she recalls hazy nights in the Chamber, her own mother’s death, loving the magma king, and giving birth at first to twin boys who seemed wholly perfect. She sighs, shuts her eyes against the onslaught of memories, and slows to a trembling halt. 

    That poor girl. That poor, bright green girl with wings she hadn’t even been bothered to name before leaving was out there alone. “She’ll be fine.” Dacia tells herself aloud, flicking an emerald tail slick with blood against her sides where it leaves trails of crimson stripes. She looks festive now, the red smeared over mantis green, childish. “She’ll be fine.”

    The mare has better things to do than raise a child, anyway.

    When she opens her eyes again only the broken horizon gleams back at her.

    @[Maugrim]
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    It's not just the end, it's something greater; Maugrim - by Dacia - 09-21-2017, 04:33 PM



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