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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


    Rhy;
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    The Desert night is thick and heavy in his lungs as he lumbers through the shadows, his face shrouded in a villainous scowl as his thoughts storm over her absence. His heart ached for her and in turn, soured his mood – the titan was accustomed to getting what he wanted and so her remoteness from him shook his temper even more so than it should have. Kratos had a seething, unquenchable possessiveness for the painted mare that boiled in his veins and riled his emotions to a feverish swell. She was his, she had always been his.
     
    And he wanted her. He needed her. Their souls were meant to bleed together, to be stitched together – forever tethered.
     
    The skull-faced giant skulked through the limestone caverns and the far-end oasis’, his temper and his yearning heart growing more vehement with each shadow he passed that did not yield her. And amid his frustration a tendril of white lightning shakes up through his throat and splits the night-sky with her name behind its blinding brilliance, “Rhy!”

    Kratos

    the electric titan of vanquish and lyric



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    Rhy; - by Kratos - 07-06-2016, 10:24 PM



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