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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


    [open]  [Party] Raindrops On Roses
    #4

    Vadar

    Seven characteristics are in an uncultivated person, and seven in a learned one

    Even under the certain safety of a well-placed disguise it’s hard to let go of what he feels inside. His female counterpart was welcome to look; shit he liked the way it made her stare. Enjoyed the sensation of those amber-warm eyes sinking into his skin and then surfacing again without disinterest or disgust. But the vile creature in his gut writhes anyways, reminding him that what they were engaged in was only as real as the illusions surrounding them. He couldn’t forget. Not even for the moment.

    But what he could do, what he was constantly getting better at was pretending.

    Rules? He thinks with the soft look of disapproval. A raised brow made obvious by the scrollwork covering his sterling-colored gaze tells her exactly what he thinks of guidelines. But he bites his tongue behind a shockingly handsome smirk and meanders casually at her heels, on the other side of the gossamer black curtain so the two of them can view one another through a thin veil of shadows. Momentarily, Vadar distracts himself by watching petals fall free from her wings. They drift on ghostly strings across her cream-colored skin.

    “Too obvious.” He decides against her attempts at satisfying his curiosity. It’s a ruse of sorts. He’s grinning the entire time he upbraids her. “The you I’m admiring right now isn’t the real you… ” Vadar murmurs, edging forward down a path that leads them further apart from the others. “I think it’d be more appropriate to fabricate an entirely fake existence to go along with the look.” The stallion laughs smoothly.

    Desiring to see her smile as well, he looks back at her now. “You and your lover are cursed.” Vadar begins, lowering his tone to match the mood of an evening sky and blinking fireflies. “Separated you both can stay in horse form, alluring and mystical.” He winks, “But when you come together you can’t help but transform. Your body becomes an antlered doe and his becomes a fearsome predator. One destined to hunt the other for eternity.”

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    Messages In This Thread
    [Party] Raindrops On Roses - by NPC - 05-30-2019, 10:25 PM
    RE: [Party] Raindrops On Roses - by Vadar - 06-12-2019, 02:03 PM
    RE: [Party] Raindrops On Roses - by Kensa - 06-17-2019, 09:59 PM
    RE: [Party] Raindrops On Roses - by Vadar - 06-18-2019, 11:50 AM



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