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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


    these days we've yet to meet; maugrim
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    violence


    She knows that many – including herself – grow drunk at the idea of power.
    She has fallen prey to the temptation as well – has done foolish things in its name, in her hopes of extending it.
    (Like this, even. She is a stranger in a strange kingdom, here with her powers and her lies, confronting one of its residents. Asking for trouble – one of the few things she asks for.)
    She lets the creature meet his touch, its dry tapered bone against the velvet softness of his muzzle, life and death comingling, and her, the overseer. She can’t help but grin., tugging at these strings. She imagines herself the conductor of some grand, macabre orchestra, moving things to her whim. The bone creature mimics her glee, tossing its head and chattering its teeth, a symptom of her joviality.

    He makes his promise, his acquiescence - you have yourself a deal - and her grin deepens, etched into her.
    “So alike,” she murmurs softly – fondly – and she presses deeper into his mind, breaches her, stumbles into a dark and power-hungry place, one that almost feels familiar. He has his own powers, she realizes, for as she slips into him she begins to feel the water around them, in the ground and the air, calling to her the way the bones call to her when she is in her regular form.
    “Ah,” she murmurs, but the words come from his lips, the depth of his tone surprising her. The bone creature crumbles, her power distracted as she sinks tendrils into his mind, establishing her hold – tenuous (it is always so tenuous) – but there.
    I see there’s a woman, she purrs, let’s go show her what we can do now.
    Without waiting for an answer, she moves on, piloting his unfamiliar body with her own overwrought confidence. She can’t help it – as she walks, she pulls water from the atmosphere, fashions a brief mist that leaves the coat damp. It’s not much, but she enjoys the new power, the new sensations.
    “Nexu!” she calls in his voice, so rough and unlike hers, “Nexu, come see what I’ve become.”

    I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips



    @[Nexu] @[Maugrim] once again holler if anything overstepping or needs changing !! im wine drunk happy sunday
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