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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


    each man kills what he loves [open]
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    Starlin
    The shadows fall away from him – or rather, he lets them fall – and the stranger is left standing in the woods.

    Huh.

    He does’nt look nearly as terrifying as she’d imagined. His invisibility had added layers of suspicion, but as he stands in the woods pouting at her, Starlin finds that he is not so very scary at all. Younger than she is, but not too much smaller.

    “Thank you.” She replies to his admission of visibility, but the words lack some of the sass that she had intended. It is difficult for the stubborn filly to admit that she might have been wrong, so instead she continues to scowl at the purple-maned colt.

    “Nerine.” Starlin replies to his question. “and I’m Starlin. I know you’re bad because your people took Tantalize and tortured her. Good guys don’t do that.” The grullo filly has been fed a detail-less story of her fellow Nerenian’s capture, but it was enough to cement the information in her head. Sylva was bad now that Mother had left it; the wraith king was causing it to rot from the inside out.
    grit & grace.
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    each man kills what he loves [open] - by Tauber - 11-05-2017, 09:27 AM
    RE: each man kills what he loves [open] - by Starlin - 11-30-2017, 07:46 AM



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