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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


    Simple lies, strange eyes; Ajatar, Longclaw
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    ajatar
    devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest;
    angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress.
    Something is wrong with it.
    She smells it well before it drops down behind them - the smell of earth and dirt and musk. Animal, though not the way Ajatar and Longclaw smelled. Like something feral and unnatural, a predator amongst the prey. Oh, how her mother and grandfather would laugh to hear her think herself prey! The girl takes a few steps closer to Longclaw, increases her steady clip, all for the purpose of having someone close. Safety, though she is her own failsafe.

    And then it drops.
    She hears the sickening thud in what should be bodies collapsed and rolling and bones breaking - instead the strange thing falls like rain to the ground and just...changes. It grows, steadily and eerily, its eyes mismatched and glowing in the dark. It is different from Violence and her dead companions, or the steady trickle of fear from her grandsire or mother. No, this is some other kind of fearful beast - it is unnatural.

    She feels the tugs of her power before she can call it back.
    Fight or flight fight or flight...she supposes she is fight.

    Without meaning to it pours from her, a noxious, toxic and unseen. It's deadly that way, isn't it? You can't run from it because you can't see it, it's not until it enters the lungs and causing festering. It's not until it crawls up your legs and causes pox, it's not until they fester and burst open and pucker that you realize the smoky girl in front of you with the scales on her legs doesn't seem as affected. Yes, the pox climbs up her legs - but slower, less affected. Her scales on her legs pop off as the blisters form, but they don't look like yours. They don't look to pain her.

    "What do you want?" she growls, her tail flicking in annoyance - a strange departure from her normally unflapable demeanor. But she is cornered, or so she feels, and something - that dark, sickly rage that comes from her long line of hellacious family - rears its ugly head and narrows its eyes on you.


    (The way I've played her in the past with her pestilence is it just kinda does what the other wants to - they can step back and be out of the range, it can affect their lungs or their legs or they just see it happen on her and high-tail it before it hits them Wink )
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    RE: Simple lies, strange eyes; Ajatar, Longclaw - by Ajatar - 10-12-2017, 03:56 PM



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