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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


    kylin
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    He tells her "ooh love".

    Who was she to deny him something? She never took her time with him for granted and enjoyed every second of it. He was one of the few who hasn’t turned his back on her, like Mother and Father occasionally did, and she trusted him to not leave her. That didn’t make her any less grateful for the time they could spend together. ”Kha.” Kylin gladly snuggles up to his side, her muzzle touching his cheek gently to kiss it. Soft laugher is heard and she playfully nips at his chest in return.

    When he leads her into the jungle, her eyes are on his form. She never paid much attention on how time changed her appearance, but she loved to watch Kharon. He grew more and more handsome by the day, which flued her worry that someone would steal him away from her side. ”Where are we going?” she asks him sweetly, to distract her thoughts. And perhaps she was also a tad bit curious to learn what he wanted to show her. Her muzzle lightly touches his bum, itching from some skin to skin contact as she could not walk side by side, his wing over her back.

    They end up at one of the few fresh water springs on the isle and she turns to look at him questioningly. Why had he brought her here? Naturally Kylin follows him on to the water, not having to think twice about it. Walking on water was as natural and normal to the twins as walking on land. ”Kharon?” she asks unsure, watching him go down as a frown appears between her brows. His almost drowning experience still fresh on her mind. She felt much more comfortable on the water than in it.

    His sweet smile and promise of something that is theírs is enough encouragement. And deep down she knows he wouldn’t never bring her into danger on purpose. As she stands next to him in the water, water pooling over her back, Kylin leans in to press her muzzle against his shoulder. ”I like that. Ours.” Mine. Not the spring, not this place, but Kharon. No. She would not just let someone take him from her.

    Her laugher joins his and she presses herself closer against his side. One could say it was because of rain and his offered umbrella, but it was also a good excuse to be close to him. His stare from before head flustered her, Kylin had líked the way he had looked at her. Wanted him to only look at her. Though the rain did not bother her – after all, they were children of the water – she was glad for it. And it showed upon her features.

    The smile grew wider as their lips touch and together with a content sigh she relaxes. Whatever he had planned for them, she would accept all of it. Her muzzle lightly trails across the corner of his lips, to his cheek and down again. ”I love it” she tells him softly, equally as vague as her brother. Heath pools in her stomach as she looks at him, her hazel eyes not at all hiding how much she enjoyed this. The small pond, the makeshift umbrella, him, them. Everything. Thank you.

    "How did you find it?"


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    kylin - by Kharon - 05-13-2017, 11:35 PM
    RE: kylin - by Kylin - 05-14-2017, 07:48 AM
    RE: kylin - by Kharon - 05-17-2017, 12:57 AM
    RE: kylin - by Kylin - 05-20-2017, 03:37 PM
    RE: kylin - by Kharon - 05-20-2017, 09:00 PM
    RE: kylin - by Kylin - 05-21-2017, 06:27 AM
    RE: kylin - by Kharon - 05-26-2017, 10:31 AM
    RE: kylin - by Kylin - 05-29-2017, 12:29 PM
    RE: kylin - by Kharon - 06-01-2017, 01:44 PM
    RE: kylin - by Kylin - 06-02-2017, 01:19 PM
    RE: kylin - by Kharon - 06-09-2017, 01:21 AM



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