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    COTY

    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


    from the ashes, a fire will be woken -- any
    #2
    CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
    & SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
    He has not forsaken his duties as Commander of the Guard since their arrival in Sylva, instead diving into them headfirst, though now for his own gain, the task assigned to himself instead of trickling down from elsewhere. Dahmer had grown used to the simplicity of taking commands, of following through with them and reporting his findings, but there is a deep-seated part of him that knows that this is meant he has meant to do (though perhaps this is Desole's voice, shining through in moment of reflection). That he is meant to lead. And that Ellyse is meant to be by his side through all of it.

    The darkness does not deter him from his wandering, though it does force him to take to the sky to better survey the territory that he now must guard and defend. His inky black wings are spread wide, blotting out only a small speck of the celestial sky as he drifts on thermals and revels in the wind beneath his avian wings. The turquoise-eyed beast had only had a brief time to appreciate the wings that had been gifted to his equine form before they had been ripped from his shoulders by Carnage and there are moments that he wishes he had taken to the skies more, especially with Ellyse ─ he could still do so now, but he wonders at times if seeing him as a raven brings her back to Carnage's lair and there are few places and even fewer times that would be appropriate for him to ask that question of her.

    He dips lower to the red and gold canopy, the moonlight dousing the uppermost leaves with a silvery sheen when movement to the north catches his eye. Dahmer adjusts his wings and flies lower before splaying his flight feathers and landing gently on a branch that hangs over the small clearing. His blue eyes land on the black and red fox who has made an immense boulder its home for the evening and Dahmer tilts his dark head to the side in curiosity.

    "Sorry to interrupt," he offers to the fox, who (unknown to him) he had met before, over a year ago, in one of Beqanna's common lands, "it looks like you are searching for something." It's more a statement than anything else, though it does naught to hide the curiosity from his voice.
    Dahmer
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    RE: from the ashes, a fire will be woken -- any - by Dahmer - 12-14-2017, 03:51 PM
    RE: from the ashes, a fire will be woken -- any - by Dahmer - 12-26-2017, 07:47 PM
    RE: from the ashes, a fire will be woken -- any - by Dahmer - 12-30-2017, 08:11 PM



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