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    COTY

    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


    anyone;
    #4
    and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
    a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
    There’s a familiarity in the voices rising above the quiet. Castile takes pause, noting them and searching his memories. It takes only a moment, of course. The men have been prominent faces in his life, both years past and most recent. A breath catches in his throat, an uncertainty, because each one knows a separate entity.

    Leilan knows Castile.
    Nash knows Rocky.

    It’s easy to run away, but Castile hardly humors the idea; he has never been one to flee. Even in as odd of a predicament as this, he cannot bear the thought to withdraw into the shadows as they approach him without realizing. Freezing, he waits for the inevitable moment of recognition. Suddenly, the crickets have stopped chirping and the birds have stopped singing. Around them, the air is stagnant with weighted anticipation until his false name claps like thunder and splits the solitude like lightning. With determined effort, Castile jerks his head in their direction in pseudo-surprise, widening his nutmeg eyes as they befall the pair.

    ”Nash!” He returns playfully as a jovial grin spreads like sunshine across his lips, warm and inviting as he moves to help close the space among them. His senses electrify to life and it takes every ounce of his energy to not shift after having seen Leilan in his alternate body. Last they met, it was a clash of titans as Castile’s mind fell peril to the games of faeries. They did not part on good terms, but that was to be expected after the destruction Castile wrought.

    With a deep breath to maintain composure, he flashes his eyes from one to the other. ”How are you, Nash?” Still here, still safe, which is unfortunately not the fate of Lilliana. With a swallow of his pride, Castile lifts his chin and regards the frost-kissed male. ”And who’s your brawny – and hungry – friend here?” He smells the carcass but is disgruntled by the ice used on it instead of charring. Perhaps, that is one of the many differences between the two dragons.

    castile




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    Messages In This Thread
    anyone; - by Castile - 05-07-2020, 12:38 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Leilan - 05-09-2020, 06:27 AM
    RE: anyone; - by Nashua - 05-09-2020, 09:47 AM
    RE: anyone; - by Castile - 05-14-2020, 02:03 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Leilan - 05-16-2020, 10:09 AM
    RE: anyone; - by Nashua - 05-17-2020, 04:45 PM



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