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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


    Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones [Mast]
    #2
    fall on your knees…oh hear the angel voices

    To say that he was comfortable with the plan Nymphetamine had concocted would be a flat out lie. Every single ounce of it reeked of bad idea, but he had been powerless to stop it. Nymphetamine hadn’t been under his rule when he had volunteered to throw himself into the lions den, and even if he were, Mast wasn’t that type of ruler. He had heard enough whispers to know that the Chamber was actively trying to mobilize their troops, but even still he had no idea where Nympethamine stood in that plan. By all accounts the bay stallion had taken his role seriously, blending in with the evils almost too effortlessly. It was that alone that planted a seed of doubt in Masts mind; a seed that given the chance, would bloom into something untamable.

    That process had already begun. The doubt had already taken hold in his mind, making his stomach churn and his breath hold tight in his chest. While he was not foolish enough to put all of his proverbial eggs in one basket, it still made him uncomfortable to know he had put one egg in a basket currently living amongst the enemy. He knew that for this to work successfully, there had to be a certain amount of trust between the parties, but he was having a hard time giving that.

    It wasn’t often that he strayed this far from his kingdom. Not now, in this late hour, not with war looming heavy over them all. But today he gave himself a reprieve and allowed himself a moment or two of solitude, in a place where hopefully no one was looking for him. His own kingdom had been quiet lately, almost eerily so, but even being there reminded him of what lie ahead. So with a heavy sigh he slipped into the forest, shedding the deer form and giving himself over to his natural born form. The trees and the wind blowing through them seemed to whisper to him, reminding him of the dangers that were steadily approaching. He tried to ignore them by shutting his mind down, but it was almost impossible. Amidst the whispering pines though there was a new shape, and a familiar one at that. Nymphetamine, the blood bay spy. Mast stopped short, leaning into the shadows and trying his best to stay concealed. There was still a good bit of distance between them and for now Mast preferred to keep it that way. On the wind he heard a whisper, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He should show himself, but for now? For now he would stay put and use this opportunity for a little practice. Closing his eyes he concentrated, and soon a mist appeared near Nymphetamine. It was there but not, misty but tangible. It was also in the form of a magnificent white tail deer. The form cocked its head at the blood bay stallion, blinking slowly over its large liquid eyes. “Ask and ye shall receive. What message do you bring, Nymphetamine?” it said, and its voice was Masts. Noiselessly it glided forward, ever watchful and ever curious. From his shadows Mast watched, a small smile barely curling the corner of his black lips.



    M A S T
    King of Heavens Gates



    ooc - so, mast sent his patronus form out to do his talking. he's still hiding Wink
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    RE: Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones [Mast] - by Mast - 02-08-2016, 03:13 PM



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