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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    .:We Know Our Wings Are Flawed:.
    #6
    Nier had not had to work too hard with this one. She was like black Magic on a well lit night, you could see every little flaw, the back hand of the magician. But the demon could not complain. It was s little excitement in his boring life. Playing, enticing. Pulling a string and attaching it to her heart like a fish hook. Little did she know. Little did the ebony girl know.

    "Such a shame to see you all alone. The nights are cold, the predators plenty. What say I keep you company?" A little lure, a shiny coin tons magpie. She'd be his and he'd be her company, for a while. After all, a sloth demon has needs and one of them was craving touch. The feminine charm. He arched his neck, extended his nuzzle and breathed her in deeply. She smelt of snow, she smelt new. Shiny new objects attracted unwanted attention. He gave a quick glance around the field, when he was happy no one was nearing them he closed in. Slinky and cool, he rubbed against her once, a playful nip towards her shoulder.

    "Master Nier... he liked it. It had a silver tone, a gratifying snap to it. He couldn't help but grin. He liked this MorningStar. She has a little bit of sass, a little bit of quirk.

    "What say you, Pet? Do you care to join me. What fun we could have.." he purred again this time close to her ear. A secret shared, an illicit code between the two of them. He could see some fun, some excitement brightening his boring day, his dull life. But first, first he needed to whisk her away from the preying eyes of others. He needed somewhere secluded. In fact the steed needed a herd.

    Nier recalled the vacant lands as he past through Beqanna on his return. He'd show her if she wanted and she could pick. Charm the little mare so much, she'd do anything. Well that was his intention.,,

    n i e r;
    tyrael x amnesia
    The winged invisible sloth demon
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    .:We Know Our Wings Are Flawed:. - by MorningStar - 05-29-2015, 01:19 PM
    RE: .:We Know Our Wings Are Flawed:. - by Nier - 05-29-2015, 01:37 PM
    RE: .:We Know Our Wings Are Flawed:. - by Nier - 05-29-2015, 02:07 PM
    RE: .:We Know Our Wings Are Flawed:. - by Nier - 05-29-2015, 02:34 PM
    RE: .:We Know Our Wings Are Flawed:. - by Nier - 05-29-2015, 03:02 PM



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