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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


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    [challenge] to: castile
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    She stumbles at the collision of his shoulder into her side, pushed aside by his bulk despite their similar heights. Scowling, she pivots to face him better, and is caught off guard by his quick turnaround. Starlin snaps her own teeth at him as a discouragement, but they are dull and will only pinch the skin of his neck or shoulder were she to make contact.

    Starlin is forced back again as he slams into her, and she tenses as she feels the heat of his breath before bites down.

    There is no shredding pain, just the ache of teeth as flat as her own, and even though she must sidestep to keep her balance, there is an easy grin on her face as she does so, and laughter in her voice when she speaks.

    <b>"Is that all you've got?"</b> teases the grulla mare. Her right side aches from the imapct and her crest still stings from the bites, but she charges forward when she has caught her breath, doing her best to press closely by Castile's left side, and aiming a cowkick at his flank as she passes.


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    to: castile - by Starlin - 04-28-2018, 10:34 AM
    RE: to: castile - by Castile - 04-30-2018, 11:36 AM
    RE: to: castile - by Starlin - 04-30-2018, 12:59 PM
    RE: to: castile - by Castile - 05-02-2018, 03:30 PM
    RE: to: castile - by Starlin - 05-17-2018, 02:17 PM



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