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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


    Deep into that darkness peering; Any
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    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,


    She knows the foibles of the raven well, the trickster nature and nearly overwhelming desire for shiny baubles. She forgets so easily though. Forgets her secret stashes and hidden nooks and crannies. She has many glittering stones and odd pieces stashed here and there throughout the trees, but they are lost to her forever. Perhaps he had even found some of her treasures. Perhaps one day she might even find them again.

    Impossible to say.

    But she knows the avaricious gleam too well. So when he plucks at the long strands of her dusky hair, she is hardly surprised. Tossing her head, she snaps mildly at the stray lock, as though she might snatch it back from him. Under his inelegant touch, the hairs shimmer, shifting from midnight to glimmering silver before racing the length of her mane to trace spidery fingers across her velvet coat. The silver dances across her skin, tempting and ephemeral, before fading into the darkness of her normal hue once more. A taunting gesture hinting at the tricks she has up her own sleeve. She wears many cloaks, all still with the mischievous nature of the raven buried within her breast.

    “I asked you first!” she exclaims mildly in that slightly raspy tone. She shifts her weight, as though to follow him, bright eyes locked upon his avian form. A sudden burst of feathers ruffles across her dark skin, a precursor of transformation. But before the change can be completed, she shakes herself roughly, forcing the feathers to settle and melt back into her skin.

    Then, as though she has suddenly lost interest in him, she turns away with a soft huff, muttering something unintelligible about the fickle nature of ravens under her breath.


    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before.


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