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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


    survival was my only hope, success my only revenge [Maugrim]
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    » Innocence is always unsuspicious «

    Before I knew it the water was up to my chest, like a rip tide  but with no notice. The dense water lifted up me of the sandy ground and pulled me away from the land that offered security and the only familiar thing I had.  Quickly, faster than what I thought could be naturally possible I was far away from shore and the sea floor was nowhere near reachable for the surface. My eyes were wide with fear, Isobell was far from reach but a desperate call fell from my lips anyway. A shrill call fell but was left unanswered. I was tossed about in the water the vicious grin on the stallion whom I called Seaweed was all the evidence I needed that this was his doing. ”Put me ba--” But I was underwater before I could say or do anything further.  The water whipped me around spun me over and over again holding me under the surface. Meanwhile my lungs burned for air, while I fought the urge to inhale. Desperately I kicked the water, but with the swirling current and nothing to brace off of I was powerless to the whims of the seaweed and pearl stallion that had since become one with the water.

    But the beast that had taken me must not have wanted me dead, for he brought me to the surface. Sputtering I coughed and gulped the air my lungs craved so desperately, water dripping from my face and neck. The shore of Nerine was gone, I was utterly alone. The tide pulled on me again, and I inhaled the precious air until my mouth and nose were no longer above water. Once under the current battered me back and forth once more. The tumbling, twisting, flipping went on for what felt like ages, as the air I took in slowly left my body and left my lungs yearning for air...again. The endless flipping made me dizzy, and vertigo quickly set in, making the fear that was already raging inside my brain kick into overdrive. All around me was a blue-green mist littered with tiny air bubbles, but with the how much I was spinning I could pinpoint up, and everything was getting blurry about the edges.

    Just then he brought me to the surface again, and gasped for air again, and looking around I realized how utterly alone I was ( not including that stallion… he wasn’t helping me.), I didn’t scream, or demand to be taken back to land.  Who would I scream for? Isobell hadn’t helped me, I hadn’t seen Chem in a year or so-- and even then I’m in the middle of the water, no way he could get to me here. Just then the copper-toned stallion from the river popped into my head. I swim.” Grim… maybe he could… but I was underwater again before I could do anything. But the time I rose to the surface again, I felt I was surely too far away from the coves and bays he dwelled in for him to get to me fast enough or for him to hear me. The cycle of taking me under and to the brink of unconsciousness before allowing me to breathe for a moment by taking me to the surface went on over and over. I never trusted him to bring me up so I constantly struggled against the water. But even as I tried to stay alert, even as the adrenaline coursed through my veins-- I weakened. Fervent kicks and thrashing about to stay upright and aware became subtle movements of a black hoof and a dazed look in my eyes. I lost track of how many times I went under, how many times I almost passed out...how long it had been since I was taken. I was completely unaware of myself and my surroundings

    Eventually though, I saw land and i strained doward it before being pulled under, i lashed out to feel for solid ground, but the current still held me in it’s grips, and to it I was enslaved. This time the stallion didn’t let me come up...and the blurry turned black and my body went limp.

    Vessel

    Kimber x Nymphetamine



    @[Maugrim] I figured her going unconscious would make it easy for you to set up whatever system he'll enact to keep her from running off  Tongue
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    survival was my only hope, success my only revenge [Maugrim] - by Vessel - 12-22-2017, 10:53 PM



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