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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


    the study of death; any
    #9

    SO RICH, SO PRETTY


    As always, he relishes in response to a praising gaze. A wide smile meets her watchful eyes, bright and purple like her points. He was glad to share the color, especially since the one she held was so bright in comparison.

    The filth though, that had to go, and before he can even suggest she remove it- she does. An intelligent child- his eyes flash with possibility. This girl would likely be of more use to him than he had originally anticipated. Mother did such fine work.

    His chin rises as her head lowers, a question filling his ears from her still tiny mouth. "I am Kirin, the eldest, Kult is around somewhere. I'm sure you two will meet soon enough." He promises, while taking a good look at his new sibling. She presses a young chick towards him, an offering of sorts he supposed. A gift she says, and it is well received.  "A gift for me young sister?" He bends to sniff at the timid creature, expelling a breath of hot air to make it move. It feebly retaliates, pipping at him with its oversize beak. "Would you like to see if he can fly?" He inquires evilly, a growl hinting in his voice.

    He does not wait for a yes or a no, because he had not been seeking permission or agreement. He snatches the little thing up in his mouth, pressing off the ground and into the sky. Feathers lift him into the air and he settles into a hover 2 stories above. A toss of his head is given as he flings the chick into the air, at first it rises and then it spirals into a fall.

    It doesn't take long at all for the bird to meet the ground, coming to a splat at his newest sisters feet. It had not even tried to fly, Kirin floated back down, looking at the dead chick crossly.

    Soaring sadist of Silver Cove
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    the study of death; any - by Kersey - 09-01-2015, 10:45 AM
    RE: the study of death; any - by Killgore - 09-07-2015, 12:54 PM
    the study of death; any - by Kersey - 09-08-2015, 08:56 PM
    RE: the study of death; any - by Killgore - 09-13-2015, 09:09 AM
    the study of death; any - by Kersey - 09-13-2015, 11:26 PM
    RE: the study of death; any - by Killgore - 09-19-2015, 04:56 PM
    RE: the study of death; any - by Kirin - 09-20-2015, 11:29 AM
    the study of death; any - by Kersey - 09-21-2015, 07:49 PM
    RE: the study of death; any - by Kirin - 10-25-2015, 12:34 PM



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