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    • Year: 232
    • Season: Autumn
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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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

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    Scorch
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    04-20-2018, 06:50 PM
    The way lowest sounds, god, can you get enough? Or maybe it's that synesthesia kicking in again - getting turned on by the way your tongue shapes words. Clastic sediment blowing across my heart with the raging power of a midwinter storm; that's how the way you speak makes me feel. Blizzard entertainment, snowfall fun; a paladin of war craft. The shifting bollards are mooring along the snowbanks, and I am left without. 

    Desairingly,
    The Killer of Bronzebeard.

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    Attempting to steal one from one for half a year.
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    :] - by Scorch - 04-20-2018, 06:50 PM
    RE: :] - by Arthas - 04-21-2018, 06:44 PM
    RE: :] - by Sid - 04-21-2018, 07:19 PM
    RE: :] - by Arthas - 04-21-2018, 07:38 PM



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