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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


    A candle lights others and consumes itself - any
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    蜡烛照亮别人,却毁灭了自己
    a candle lights others and consumes itself
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    If someone would ask her ‘how have you gotten here?’, she would have answered ‘I don not know, I just am’. There is no panic, no fear. Also no memories. Neither good or bad ones. She knows only one thing and that’s her name. Short, simple, three letters. Jia. She was, no, she ís Jia. And Jia is her. She does not fear the world, but she also doesn’t quite understand it. But at the same time, you could ask yourself the question if you have to.

    Her path looks like its set clear, as there is no hesitance in her step other than a slight stumble and incoordination, yet her destination is even unknown to her. Just like she doesn’t know where she had come from, or who she came from, to who she belonged. No, that is not true. Jia doesn’t belong to anyone, not to anybody but herself.

    That is how she walks through the meadow, looking around with both curious and alert eyes. Her coat has dried, or perhaps it had been licked clean, but the clumsiness and the winkled state of her body are clear signals of her youth. From the looks of it, she couldn’t be older than a day or two, but there was no sign of her mother around.

    Then, like she’s suddenly aware of something that is missing, she halts. Her black nostrils tremble when she calls out, a high pitched whinny echoing across the meadow. Grass gently weeps against her dark legs, a gentle breeze ruffling her short baby hair. Jia doesn’t stand still, instead turns towards each sound, eyes wide and ears twisting. What is it that she lost?

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    #2

    go to hell for heaven's sake

    He is a message.

    A message from the very fiery, depths of hell itself.

    He is carved and manipulated by the very essence of darkness. Fed by the lies of the devil himself to whisper into the innocent ears. A wickedness is planted within the very black, hollowed heart of his. He is a servant to his master, bent to serve to his will alone, and driven to bring anarchy and devastation.

    “Go,” he had told him, down into the world. A purpose already driven into the blank slate of his mind. It grew like a wildfire in him already, driven by his internal instinct wholeheartedly. He drives forward into the world, brand new and already tainted by sin itself, with already a purpose.

    Sinner is what they call him.

    He is an omen, a force that should not be reckon with. The message had been clear when he was born into the world that is torn by good and evil. His earthly father already knew exactly what the message was. It read it off Sinner, born in the form of a hellhound: The darkness was coming. It had not forgotten the poor old, Rodrik.

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    He roams, instantly on the hunt for someone or something. It does not matter because he is not bonded by earthly duties and moral codes. There is no moral code that he upholds to in this earthly world. He is simply a beast and follows the order—his purpose—he was given from the day he was forged from the fiery flames of hell.

    These lands are foreign and new to him. Yet, he reaps and sows within them already. Learning of this and that as he goes. Pangea is already in the background days ago. He does not feed upon milk—not when mother nature twisted and turned him to feed upon flesh. When he is hungry you will know.

    Her high pitched cry is heard.
    He answers her call.

    No matter if she had wanted him or not, he comes regardless of being received by her or anyone else. He will not be turned away, not so easily by the likes of earthly fools. Sinner comes to her in earthly form. He is simply a young colt, also born nearly days ago. His dark bay coloring glistens like he is made of pure and good things in this world—like love and caring—on this warm, sunny spring day.

    “What are you crying about,” he bashes her with a tone that is mocking and ruthless. A sinister smile curls up on his dark lips. His eyes glisten with amusement and mischief.  

    S
    inner


    @[Sapphire] @[Jia]
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    Most likely always in his hellhound form
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    a candle lights others and consumes itself
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    She’s pure, untouched. Innocent in heart and mind. Oblivious to any ill intentions. And able to do something morally wrong if someone would ask her sweetly, or convinced her it would be the right thing to do. Perhaps she could even been mould into something, someone she was not by nature. Jia had yet to discover how cruel life could be.

    What she does know, is that she does not like his tone. It contrasts him and that’s most surprising. She had watched him approach, her dished head tilting lightly as her ears stood forward. Jia had not known what to expect or what she could have expected. Another child, an adult, all were the same. But those words, no more the bashing way he says them, they get to her.

    ”I’m not crying” she answers, almost defiantly as he puffed out her chest and holds her head high and proud. Though the distressed state had not yet worn off. But maybe he was the one that had been missing. He was tiny just like her, his muzzle black and legs dark, though towards the center of his body his coat colored to a darkish brown.

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    OOC:
    Sorry for the wait!
    I don't know why Jia's tag didn't reach me.. :S
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    go to hell for heaven's sake

    What a blessing it was to be innocent of the world’s own wickedness. Simply a blank canvas that does not have a splash of color on it. There is purity in such a form, but surely Sinner is not one of those. He is a canvas that has already been splattered with paints and colors of chaos and destruction. The very soul that fills his earthly body is tightly held by dark shadows and empty voids.

    But, still, he is a child.

    He does not know how to act on his purpose yet. Simply he is knowledgably but not entirely in a sense where he knows he must attend to his given purpose. The monster within him is uncontrollable and he will barely know what to do when he becomes hungry. He will hunt and kill—that’s all he knows.

    It will always be what he knows.

    “Don’t be so stupid,” he firmly says back when she defends herself, “I heard you miles away. You cried like a little baby.” Sinner’s smirk before widens further this time, taking up all of his dark features. “So, tell me why are you crying.” If there is one thing, he has started to come to hate in this world it is not getting the answers he seeks. And, he gets them from her whether she likes it or not.

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    @[Sapphire]
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    And Jia? She knows nothing. Nothing except her own name and the fact that something is not right. She does not know love. Nor family or belonging somewhere. Having a purpose is the thing that is far of her mind. The black filly simply lives in the here and now. And that was here in this meadow with this other child as her ‘companion’.

    Her ‘tough’ appearance weavers for a moment and before she can collect herself Jia takes a step back. ”I was merely calling.. calling for..” she’s not able to finish her sentence. She simply does not know who she had been calling for. Or what is missing. Perhaps she had just been calling to be heard. ”I’m not! You’re just as small as I am!” she talks back, her dished head in the air.

    By defending herself she had answered him. In two ways. Though she had called it calling instead of crying. She had told him she had been calling for someone and at the same time she had given away that she didn’t know who or what. Jia had given away that she was alone. Not that she was aware of that, as she stood in front of him proudly, trying to hold her ground. Even though it was wavering slightly. ”Why did you come?”

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    OOC: Sorry this is sort of rubbish. Still need to figure her out I guess..
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