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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    feel the moon hit the blacktop; any
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    Will it make you feel better, Firen, to watch me burn?

    He knows now he is a selfish creature, but he can not feel it. He knows his face would have flushed hot with shame for these actions and words only weeks ago. But such facts don't change his course. He wants to feel again, and her offer is all too interesting. 

    "I don't think it would."

    He had hated seeing the little mare on icicle isle hurt by the monster which had so easily disposed of them both. He had never toyed with his prey; his hunts had been brutal, but they had been quick. The fear and the chase, these last moments before life was extinguished that so many carnivores lived for, they never brought him joy. But the wolf had demanded to be fed, and he had returned to the hunt for the reward alone. 

    He wonders, now, if there will be a reward at the end of her pain. 

    His actions may seem to contradict his words as the flames move towards her. They re not hurried, and he knows that this is not his world. Maybe that is why he is reckless; she could end this all with a thought. 

    She could probably end him with a thought, here, in her world.

    Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

    He smiles, as thoughts pass like air between them. He can read hers, and his are probably available to her - this entire interaction is taking part in their minds after all. The embers that were once fireflies move towards her pretty head, spiraling together into a crown of flames. The crown slowly turns above her, lowering, lowering, between her ears. She wields a power he could never fully understand, and he only now toys with the residual magic, snatching whisp of it for himself when it all belonged to her. 

    "You could make me stop," he says, his breath like ice in the rising temperatures of the false-air around them. His heart beats faster, but still no feeling as her rough top-coat begins to singe. 

    "You could make me do whatever you wanted," and he wonders if she can.

    @[Catcher] some boys only learn about consequences the hard way... so literally any kind of harm/attack power playing that you feel is appropriate is fine!
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    feel the moon hit the blacktop; any - by Catcher - 11-12-2019, 10:11 PM
    RE: feel the moon hit the blacktop; any - by Firen - 04-30-2020, 02:09 PM



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