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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


    Bullet || Dahmer || Gaurd || Offspring
    #1
    (OOC: A lil thread? <33)

    He seeks them out in the night, shadows concealing the bay stag as he moves through the heated land. Thick muscles flex beneath taut skin while he pushes himself through the Tephran fields. He passes quickly through the waters at the heart of the land, his own heart somewhere sleeping amongst heated earth. He walks for a few moments before coming to a stop near the base of Tephra's mightiest feature, the volcano.

    The air around him is choked with ash, embers falling from the darkened sky like snow while he waits for them. A soft call is given, hopefully, loud enough for those in question to come forward. He had a few things on his mind. He wished to speak with the mysterious shadow of a ruler he had yet to meet in his two years of life in the volcanic land, and he wished to meet the head of the guard.

    His mind had changed in his absence from his home. He had let down the one thing he had grown to care for, and he refused to let that happen again. With every particle in his marrow, he wanted to protect what home he had known. The desire had become even stronger when Taiga had fallen and its bloodthirsty subjugates had taken over Sylva. There had been no mercy in the takeover, his own child had been disfigured in the chaos.... Who knew what the madman had in mind for the island Krigare called home.

    So here he awaited those he had peacefully called upon, his body rigid, and mind wandering.


    ((This is a really crappy starter, Im sorry
    [Image: krigare_by_voltum-dbctewi.png]
    #2
    CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
    & SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
    Dahmer can't sleep. He hasn't been able to since the cage, the wasteland, the deaths. Since Carnage. He gets brief interludes, quick chances to close his brilliant blue eyes, when he is spending time with Ellyse or Scyla. When he is with Ellyse, his slumber is light and jumpy with the desire to keep her safe. When it is with his sister, the black beast secures himself in a tight ball on the warm earth and really sleeps. He knows full well that the steel and ice mare will do nothing short of protect him until death, as he would do the same for her.

    The Commander had been able to nap like such earlier in the day, while Smoak was spending time with Ellyse. Since sundown, though, he has hidden himself in his powers ─ tucked away cozily in the tree boughs, raven claws aptly clinging to the bark. Dahmer is unsure why the Dark God had gifted him with the ability to shift after subjecting him to such torment, but he has no desire to find Carnage and ask. He has sequestered himself to Tephra, instead. He has delved into his responsibilities as a Commander and rarely is there a moment that he does anything else.

    Snapping twigs alerts the raven to his new company, coaxing the male's beady black eyes open. They sweep over the dark earth, finally connecting with the frame of a stallion whose dark bay coat glows warmly in the orange light of a nearby lava stream. Dahmer mulls over the other stallion's features. He'd never seen this one before, though he's sure that most of Tephra's residents know that this area, this hidden den and thicket of trees by the base of the volcano, is his.

    The dark bay stallion releases a call into the air. It sounds almost... sorrowful? Dahmer shifts his claws against the branch for a moment, rustling his wings before dropping off the branch and moving to a lower one. He repeats the movement, coming to one of the lowest hanging branches, and tilts his dark feathered head to the side.

    "Yes?" he questions flatly.
    Dahmer
    image © celestiene


    @[Krigare] @[Offspring]
    #3
    Ebony wings flow from the tree like slick oil. He can hear them flutter in the silence of the night. The crow lands not far from the stallion, who faces the dark creature with interest as it speaks to him.

    "I would assume you are Dahmer?"

    Krigare speaks, his voice strong with the question. While he wished to await their overseer he continues with his inquiry. His body thrums with anxiety, what if the other saw him unworthy to protect their home? He had served the army, but Tephra was not in need of soldiers. It needed those willing to protect their lands from swindling creatures such as he had once been.

    "I do have an inquiry about joining your guard..."

    His voice comes smooth despite the emotions broiling in his chest. Krigare watches the bird with an intense curiosity. Not many times had the stallion seen shifters such as the one before him. He had met fire laden horses such as Spark who had led him to tephra, he had met those blessed with many lives like Vitalo, and even those cursed to live forever like Vento. 

    "It greatly interests me."
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    #4
    CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
    & SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
    The pliable tree branch sways beneath the weight of the large raven. Dahmer's avian head bobs briefly, tilted to the side to secure a bright turquoise eye on the dark bay stallion and he remains quiet for the time being to allow his newest acquaintance a chance for introductions. The stallion guesses correctly (Offspring is off in Sylva or Nerine, and the rest of the Guard best be fulfilling their assignments) as to which member of Tephra he is addressing and Dahmer grants the bay a terse nod of his head in affirmation, making the thin branch waver beneath him once more.

    The Guard. He has needed numbers, especially now that Ledger had become otherwise preoccupied, and he had heard that there may be a few newer residents to their volcanic island. Members who want to prove themselves and whatever expertise they may have. Dahmer is curious of this stallion before him, though he might take some coaxing. A brooding Dahmer can be a fickle creature, after all.

    He drops from the branch, his body enlarging and transforming as he does. The black thoroughbred stands there suddenly, the raven gone. His hooves find the earth and his blue eyes regard the other stallion with the same grumpily curious expression. "Alright," he says flatly before his dark lips twist into the smallest of smiles.

    "Who should I tell Offspring is now guarding the southern border of Tephra?" he inquires of the bay's name, and offers him a starting assignment to see how he will handle it.
    Dahmer
    image © celestiene


    @[Krigare]




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