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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


    Daughter of the forest // Any
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    Scheming took up much of his time here in the Taiga.  Gathering the misfits of Beqanna, one at a time, he patrolled the radial area of their compound.  Seeking entertainment mostly, his heavy feathered limbs brushed through the deadened needles.  The crackling beneath his hooves hindered his stealth but there wasn't much he could do about it.  Ebony ears swiveled atop his high head carriage to capture the slightest of sounds. Every so often they flicked to one side as a grin curled his lips, soon followed by a grimace at what he finds to be nothing but forest varmints.  Fiery orbs roll in disappointment and then continue to prowl for something more...

    Long dreads of blackened mane sashayed along his sienna mottled pelt as his profile turned to seek movement.  His heavied frame slowing to a stand still when he spots a vivid palette tucked amongst the drab hues of the woodlands. Thoughts swiftly go to the flora of his island upbringing.  Discontent deepens the lines of his face at the reflection of memories filling his mind.  A thick rumble expels from his nares before he draws himself nearer for a closer look.  He had yet to see as much as a blossom in the thick forests and surely if he had they would be desiccated without thinking twice...

    With each lengthy stride he advances towards the blush hues.  Eyes alit with the hunger to consume the invader with his poison.  It is when he notices the nuisance is entangled in the darkened tresses of a spotted flicka.  With a slight upward jolt of his crown, he halts quickly.  Black curtains of forelock drape across his ivory masked face, blocking his view slightly.  Ears rotate to seek any signs of others lurking, as his red eyes settle on the girl.  Besides the weeds weaved along her body, she was quite the sight.  All nestled into a nook among the giant redwoods, she remained oblivious to his gaze.  For a moment he grows uneasy for starring and thinks about simply leaving her to dream, but he is curious now and assumes the duties of leader of his crew.  Settling for a loud rattle within his chest, he attempts to arouse the young lady. Following with a deep clearing of his throat...  

    Zain
    ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS


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    Messages In This Thread
    Daughter of the forest // Any - by Yggdrasil - 06-14-2018, 07:13 PM
    RE: Daughter of the forest // Any - by Zain - 06-15-2018, 06:11 PM
    RE: Daughter of the forest // Any - by Yggdrasil - 07-26-2018, 10:02 PM
    RE: Daughter of the forest // Any - by Zain - 07-27-2018, 02:31 PM
    RE: Daughter of the forest // Any - by Yggdrasil - 07-30-2018, 02:33 PM
    RE: Daughter of the forest // Any - by Zain - 08-18-2018, 10:30 AM



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