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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


    anyone;
    #4
    As she walks up the length of his sizeable frame her eyes consume him.  His mismatched wings, strange claws extending from reptilian toes. "Interesting..." She hums in curious satisfaction.  Rounding in front of him to stop and listen for his explanation.  "I see that," she states simply at his inability to control his beast.

    Again she moves on ebony legs to view his other side with the leather appendage.  Drawing her golden frame down this side now to examine the wing closer.  Black lips extending to feel the unfamiliar coarseness it bares.  Dragging her muzzle along the bone that stretched taut the skin.  His flesh here was rougher than the softness of her own wings.  The wings that she still hides.  Her minds reels at what he was...

    Ebony ear flicks to him as he speaks his name.  She smirks before swinging her hindquarters away from him.  Holding his gaze she questions him, "That is your name... But what are you really Castile?" She steps around to his front again.  Her eyes fixated on his, "What is it you are trying to hide?  Are you afraid of who you truly are Castile?  Cause I believe that is your real problem..." She dips her head as she slips under his chin.  Letting his lips drag across her spine if he so wished...  

    Exiting the other side she loops back to face him.  Leaving enough space between them for the effortless shifting of her pair of ebony wings.  They were more delicate than his.  Softer, thinner boned.  Each wing sports a singular clawed finger atop the bend of the bone.  Resting them neatly at her sides she steps towards him again.  Lifting her lips to his ear with a seductive whisper, "Show me what you really are Castile."
    Karaugh
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    Messages In This Thread
    anyone; - by Castile - 10-26-2017, 01:00 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Karaugh - 10-26-2017, 08:17 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Castile - 11-03-2017, 03:48 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Karaugh - 11-04-2017, 10:05 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Castile - 11-08-2017, 07:11 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Karaugh - 11-08-2017, 09:31 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Castile - 11-21-2017, 10:43 AM
    RE: anyone; - by Karaugh - 12-02-2017, 10:10 AM
    RE: anyone; - by Castile - 12-07-2017, 09:12 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Karaugh - 12-07-2017, 10:25 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Castile - 12-08-2017, 08:20 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Karaugh - 12-09-2017, 03:13 PM



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