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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


    [private]  I Was Lightning, Before the Thunder[Sabra] MATURE
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    It is as sudden as lightning shattering the sky. Her words fall like raindrops heralding a storm, only to be met with a look of utter loathing. It was not an expression she had expected, not with that intensity. Klaudius had always been a beast of passions, but this was different. It was the only warning he gave her.

    He spoke not a word, just moved like something possessed. Where his previous action had been tender, now he snapped forward with violent precision, latching onto the curve of her wing with his teeth. Berserker strength moved him faster than she could react. The large purple stallion tore and twisted at the limb like a wolf on a deer, hungry for destruction. She shrieked when a loud popping sound signaled the humerus being pulled out of joint with her shoulder, followed by another, worse, sound. She'd heard it before, when stepping on a good sized branch, and the dry wood cracked beneath her hoof. It was different, however, in that this noise was accompanied by blinding agony. Her ulna and radius had been twisted beyond limits, splintering in the crushing grip of her assailants maw. The scream that tore through her felt loud enough to shred vocal chords. This, at least, seemed to give him some satisfaction.

    Sabra could only watch with horror as he released the limb to hang broken by her side. It had taken him mere seconds to destroy that which she held so dear. Bloodstained blue and pink feathers spun to the ground, while jagged edged white bone shoved through the thin skin of her wing. Pain and shock vied for dominance as she fought for air, hearing but not understanding the words that he said.

    With a jolt of awareness she keened wordlessly. He wasn't finished with her yet. The weight of him, the feel of his teeth and hooves digging into flesh, and every motion jostling her shattered wing. Every sensation brought a new horror. He was inside her. Using her in a way she had thought beyond him. Forcing himself until blood mixed in with the sweat and semen he produced, underscoring the hate that fueled him.

    In subconscious defiance, or perhaps sheer fear, she found that her throat felt too constricted to scream any longer. Who would hear her, anyway? Pathetic, tiny cries were all she could muster. Hazy darkness clung to the edges of her sight. In what was likely a combination of pain and blood loss (it was dripping from half a dozen wounds by now), her legs grew weak and a high pitched buzz filled her ears. Like hearing a voice underwater, his words came to her as she felt his weight leave her back. "I am my queen, bastard..." She muttered over a heavy tongue, slipping on the growing pool of blood at her feet. Knees jarred as she hit the ground, a parody of a respectful bow. 

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