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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


    There will be scars, Smother
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    We are at war. There will be scars.

    He's never given much thought to his siblings. He assumes he has some (mostly on his father's side) but none of them seem to be around, he's never met them, and so he doesn't concern himself with any of it too much. He is terribly concerned with his history – the grandfathers, grandmothers, and even more distant relations that are long dead – but he hasn't thought much about the living.

    But to any brother or sister who might wander past, his relation is almost painfully obvious. He is the very image of his father, Warship reborn, every bit as black as the Chamber general. He is well muscled too, built with a fighter's strength and built to be a fighter. He looks nothing like his mother; Straia's genes had been overwhelmed by Warship's simple black. Internally, he's inherited all the best qualities of both. He is his father's warrior, built to protect, defend, and conquer. But he has also inherited his mother's leadership. And he's inherited diplomacy from somewhere unknown- Straia herself has admitted that he's far more diplomatic than she.

    He has both his parents' attention, and he wants for nothing. Part of that is because he would want for nothing, even if he had nothing. He does not ask for anything, and he needs less. He is a rugged boy scout, perfectly capable of raising himself if needed. Having his parents available is a plus, not a requirement. And in fact his relationship with them would no doubt appear strange to some. There is very little visible affection; his parents' love for him is largely the unspoken kind, communicated instead by their pride and trust in him. And that is all he needs.

    That he should, or even could, want anything else never crosses his mind.

    He enters the Meadow with an easy grace. He is still young, not even a yearling yet, but he is already terribly handsome. He looks for all the world like a trained cadet, a young army man standing with military bearing. He is always straight, always at a gentle attention, because that is the only way he knows how to be.

    The place is familiar to him by now. It is late afternoon, the light of almost-autumn streaming through the treetops. It silhouettes the horses, casting long shadows as they stand in clusters, speaking quietly, some of them gently touching, each knot of them wrapped up in their own little world. He stands apart from all of them, a part of no knot, tied up in nothing.

    He does not know what waits for him here. He is ignorant of his half-sister, unaware of his father's encounter with her in the Chamber. It is odd that he does not know of it – he tries to make a point to know everything that happens within the Chamber's borders, and he succeeds in large part. But even the best guard dog sometimes fails in his duties.

    He wouldn't recognize her. He doesn't know her. But perhaps, as she knows the father she has disavowed, perhaps she will see that father in him. And perhaps, as he makes the first move into the meadow, she will notice him and she will know.

    Erebor

    Native Prince of the Chamber

    warship x straia

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    There will be scars, Smother - by Erebor - 04-18-2015, 04:42 PM
    RE: There will be scars, Smother - by Jet - 04-29-2015, 11:37 AM
    RE: There will be scars, Smother - by Erebor - 05-02-2015, 10:24 AM



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