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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


    All, Romek.
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    Things are changing at breakneck speed around here these days. Circinae had known that they would though - from the moment Ruan had loosed his mournful cry and called her back home she’d known there was more churning beneath the waves than what was rocking the boat above them. It makes her feel guilty (though, she’s not sure what exactly for) and nearly sends her in the opposite direction from where they wait. But Ruan isn’t one to be denied and Taiga makes no exceptions for the ones who straggle behind so she stays on course and eventually picks up a loping sort of canter that brings her to the appointed gathering place.

    Ruan looks … terrible. And Jinu, who’s filed neatly to the side, seems on edge. Circinae knows she shouldn’t but she slows and takes her place beside the midnight girl, a faint bump of her nose against her powerful, dark shoulder given in a silent form of greeting. The last time they’d come together, some eyes had seared into her skin and left trails of burning hate for her to think on after. This time, she won’t reflect on them, only accept that they are together no matter the circumstances.

    Jinju couldn’t escape her forever, and neither could the rest.

    One ear hears her leader, the other points deftly backwards to hear the rest pour in - she’s distracted, if only for a moment, and then the pale words “your Queen” drive a hard, sharp point through the rest and she’s staring - deep blue eyes locked intently on her Alpha. What in the actual fuck had happened? Still, she reels from the statement and finds that she can only blink back her surprise and numbly search for the stallion with glowing spots that she’d met so long ago.

    Speechless. She is speechless.
    Circinae
    I need the crack of a whip, I need some blood in the cut
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    Messages In This Thread
    All, Romek. - by Ruan - 03-18-2017, 11:03 PM
    RE: All, Romek. - by Jinju - 03-20-2017, 03:42 PM
    RE: All, Romek. - by Circinae - 03-21-2017, 11:45 AM
    RE: All, Romek. - by Romek - 03-22-2017, 05:11 PM
    RE: All, Romek. - by Heda - 03-22-2017, 05:50 PM
    RE: All, Romek. - by Anastazja - 03-23-2017, 01:46 PM
    RE: All, Romek. - by Alivia - 03-23-2017, 02:54 PM
    RE: All, Romek. - by Maribel - 03-23-2017, 03:26 PM
    RE: All, Romek. - by Tyrna - 04-01-2017, 12:58 PM
    RE: All, Romek. - by Ruan - 04-01-2017, 06:00 PM



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