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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


    This is what you call a flip [Morty, Any]
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    Imagine her surprise when Wolf speaks in the same slip-tongued language as the Prey. For a moment, white-hot jealousy fills her chest. She cannot understand them well enough to catch the purpose behind their words (only bits and pieces, “visit” and “know” and “here”) but she senses the vibrant colors of emotion.

    Frustration. Wolf.
    Curiosity. Leader-Prey.
    Amusement. Wolf.

    The leader-Prey is stoic, for the most part, and her inky eyes turn to search his face while the Wolf spits many words from his mouth. She doesn’t feel uncomfortable turning her vision from the other Predator — there was once a time when Father had caught such a creature in the depths of the forest — but her knife-tail flicks daintly at her heels, intent to slice if needed.

    The Wolf speaks to her and her intelligent eyes pull away from leader-Prey to focus on his own furry face. She understands that final question (Mother’s own words echo in her mind, shadowy and laced with the gruffness of the forest) and her voice, rudimentary and throaty, slides forward. “Nexu.”

    Leader-Prey is speaking again, simple and blunt words, and she shifts alongside the pony (one leg pressing firmly into the ground while her armored crown gives a rough yet quick shake).Their words bore her. Perhaps when their chatter is over (they are like sing-song birds, endlessly twittering to the skies as if they will supply the population with the misused breaths) she will be able to hunt with the Wolf, Predator and Predator. But these are hopes and she doesn’t dare wonder if they will be fulfilled — instead she stands still again, eyes intensely focused on the Wolf’s face.
    credit to fangs of bearbones.


    @[Crevan] / @[Modicum Mortem] / this is shit, i'm sorry
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    RE: This is what you call a flip [Morty, Any] - by Nexu - 06-07-2018, 09:11 PM



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