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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


    Burn baby burn! - Circinae, Ruan, any
    #11
    A memory stirs. There’s a black wolf, shaggy and large with eyes of the palest blue and a deep, purple lion on his shoulder. Beside him, a thinner, sooty grey beast sat, his own emerald eyes boring into her for a reason she cannot remember. They had been pack back then, snapping at her sides when she tried to match their pace in the hunt, rolling her without reason onto her back if she neared too close to a kill, holding her with jaws nearly closed should she ever rise to meet their anger. Fierce, dangerous, deadly. The memory ends, and then there’s only Ruan beside her, a sinful ebony beast that electrifies her skin and reminds her what it really means to be wolf again.

    She’s shocked that she almost forgot. “Alpha.” She names him then, and her pink tongue glides swiftly across her fore fangs before she sneezes, as if to wipe the snarl completely from her face. Newly wet, her nose presses coldly into the hollow of his shoulder, tucking his scent away in the back of her mind so that she can seek him out in any shape. And just like that - the tension breaks. Her stiff tail relaxes, even goes as far to wag a few rounds before she circles him. He’s larger than her by far, much more impressive. Not as thick-furred as the wolf of her memories, nor as wiry as the grey, but a sleek, imposing sort of animal. She halts only when they’ve become parallel, nimble front legs stretching outward so that she can hunch low to the earth playfully.

    In this body, there was an untapped source of energy, a need for companionship and order. Her mouth opens, a low whine piercing the air around them. “Food, hunger!” She thinks, leaping up to nip him lightly on the cheek before dashing ahead to the crowded forest. It was safe to be herself here, safe to welcome the predator and enjoy what she could accomplish. Her slender head peers over her shoulder, back to where her shadowy counterpart lingers. “Hunt.”

    She needed him, and for once that was alright.
    Circinae
    I need the crack of a whip, I need some blood in the cut
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    #12
    Ruan
    Alpha, she named him, and a crooked smile pulled at his dark lips. He held still as her nose sank into his shoulder, spread an unexpected warmth through him. It wasn't affection, he knew. It wasn't. But he mirrored it anyway with a quiet exhale and tucked his nose into her shoulder too, breathed her heady scent as she memorized his. He was glad this had worked out so naturally for her, glad that she would see him strong enough to lead her.

    She relaxed, and he watched as she circled him, holding steady, at ease, to allow her whatever she wanted. Silent, always so silent. But aware of everything; every tilt of her head, every brush of her tail. She came around to stop at his side, her smaller body bowing down playfully. His smile grew, eyes lighting with interest, and he followed her little leap away as she nipped his cheek and bounded into the forest. So in the same fluid movement, he was bounding off too and joining her, chasing her with his own snap at the curve of her shoulder.

    And he knew exactly what he wished to hunt. Bear. With her at his side, he could take anything down. Any kill. But no, not bear. The bear was pack now, even as it burned like acid in his blood, even as it turned his eyes from companionable warmth to sharpened steel and pumped his legs with a hungry vigor. He swallowed as he lead her, tried to bury away the hate where she couldn't see it. Where nobody could find it.

    And so they hunted, through the northwest tatters of their Taiga where it was less populated and teeming with both benign and malevolent creatures to kill. Where they could lose themselves in the chase, in the snap of jaws and the rip of flesh, the taste of blood on their fangs. Where he could be free to be wild and she would see him no differently. Where he could enjoy without reservations this new, beautiful and wild side of her.




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