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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 was a blood-soaked feast that never ceased; any
    #9
    god make me pay
    like the devil i am
    He is hungry.

    The emptiness of his black eyes show it, and perhaps the scaled mare recognizes it because she craves it as well - though she may be better at hiding it, whereas Maugrim wears it on his face, unabashed and unmasked as he feels his insides crawling. He needed satiation, and quickly - the conversation had quickly gotten boring with Isobell’s arrival (he is sure she is interesting, but his predatorial mind is fastened on the first one who had approached him, and wants nothing more than to be alone with his prey) and the drollness of their idle banter only increases the need for overpowering them. His lips twitch impatiently as Isobell - the queen, he finds out - surveys them with a keen and curious glimmer of her silvered eyes.

    He keeps his composure, a solid and frozen mass of muscle beside Vessel and before Isobell, their voices dimming as the sound of the sea fills his ears, and the encouraging whispers of his insatiable appetite call hauntingly to him. They announce their names and he remains silent, his body still dripping with seawater as it collects in the shallows below them. It is a risk, sure, especially with the Queen of Nerine facing him (he knows nothing of the possible abilities she may possess, besides the very peculiar scales that glitter lustrously on her hide) but the ocean seeks him out and he does not wish to return empty-handedly to its depths.

    Vessel turns to look at him expectantly, encouraging him to say or do something.

    Her idle whisper, her warm and unfamiliar breath on his skin, flips a switch inside the evergreen and pearlescent stallion - he can feel the click, the natural way his mind takes its course and no longer hesitates, no longer tries to conform to the social constructs that are built around him on the land. He will be leaving with what he had been searching for, and unfortunately for Vessel, she will be coming with him.

    The tide that he wades in quickly rises, much like a flash flood or the way the ocean swells forward before it is ripped back out to sea by a tsunami - but it is all his doing. The grey waters rise so quickly and so suddenly - it is up to their shoulders now, even the Queen’s - and though he does not wish to take her with him (not yet), she is not his target.

    Maugrim melts into the tide, liquefying himself so that he seamlessly vanishes into the ocean. But, of course, he is anything but absent. The riptide he creates pulls at one creature and one creature only - Vessel. It is strong and unnatural, and as it pulls her out to sea the shoreline descends back to its normal level. Maugrim continues to coax and control the supernatural current he creates, allowing her head to breach the surface for quick breath before pulling her back below the dark and frothing waters, a ghostly phantom just below her writhing figure.

    The swim to Ischia is long - and for Vessel, it will feel like an eternity.
    m a u g r i m.


    @[Vessel] @[Isobell]


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    RE: it was a blood-soaked feast that never ceased; any - by Maugrim - 12-21-2017, 06:17 PM



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