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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


    Desolation comes upon the sky // Brennen
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    WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

    The change made it easier to love him, though she resented the notion entirely. The fact remained, however, the this new world - not new in the sense of geography but new in the sense of sickness and chaos - was one in which Scorch existed completely without Hestoni. When she had originally returned from the dead, the two had shared an other-worldly connection through her ability to speak with the deceased; as such, her fealty had never wavered. How could it, when she could reach out and find his presence at any time?

    She still reached out for it, of course - but every time, she heard only the dull static of the afterlife answering her call. Hestoni yet lived, and this fact lent her solace; but in the same breath, it lent her guilt. Eleven children and quadruple as many years together... And for what? She hated to think it, but she did all the same. The change brought discontent and worry to all those who called Beqanna home, Scorch far from excluded.

    When she looked upon him, however, the strange and unwelcome feelings surrounding Hestoni generally fade. Today was one of those days; when the presence of the magician eased her mind in regards to her infidelity, though not to the rest of the bullshit happening around them.

    "Hi," she said sweetly and quietly as she approached him. No hesitation marked her movement as she walked right up to him and curved herself gently into his embrace, taking shelter in the sinewy muscles of his neck and allowing him to take on some of her weight as she leaned. Reserved as he was, Brennen offered a kind of physical comfort that Scorch direly needed in times like these; and she made sure to show her gratitude for his generosity in that matter in whatever ways she could.

    "How are you, Bren?" It's not all she wanted to say, but it sufficed; with a deep breath, the ugly mare closed her eyes to the pain of the world, waiting to hear his answer before she allowed herself to formulate one of her own.

    Scorch

    Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle



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    Desolation comes upon the sky // Brennen - by Scorch - 11-07-2018, 05:01 PM



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