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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


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    [mature]  he giveth and he taketh away; chapter five (4th and 3rd place results)
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    <center><style> .nevermadeitasawiseman {background-image:url('https://s8.postimg.org/3ylmahiol/fornikolinetexture.png'); border: 1px solid black; width: 600px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 40px black;} .couldntcutitasapoormanstealin {background-image:url('https://s8.postimg.org/6retum679/fornikoline.png'); width: 600px; height: 400px;} .tiredoflivinlikeablindman {margin-top: -110px; color: #c8dace; text-shadow: -1px -1px black, -1px -1px black; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family georgia, serif; font-size: 1.2em; font-style: italic;} .imsickofsightwithoutasenseoffeelin {width: 520px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(147, 154, 130, 0.8); border: 1px solid black; border-bottom: 0px; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 0.9em; line-height: 1.2em; text-align: justify; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black inset; color: black;} </style><div class="nevermadeitasawiseman"><div class="couldntcutitasapoormanstealin"></div><div class="tiredoflivinlikeablindman">Amidst the mists and coldest frosts
    he thrusts his fists against the posts
    and still insists he sees the ghosts</div><div class="imsickofsightwithoutasenseoffeelin">She has been neglected from the womb. Her life had been a darkness that surrounded her like a cloak. She had ventured long enough to meet a few faces, to remember a few names but only to have her name remembered by even fewer. Nikoline, pretty Nikoline, was nothing more than a small fragment of glass that wedges in the tender part between your fingers before a tweezer simply plucked her away.

    But in HIS eyes...in HIS eyes she is golden and pure. She feels perfect despite the blood that dried on  the edges of her open sores, that drug her down to darkness...her head feeling fuzzy and her movements growing sluggish. She feels weightless in HIS eyes and she feels love...so much that she wants to weep and so full of love that she wants to thank the damned devilish creatures for their savagery that brought her to HIM. The pale stallion glows bright and she feels warm, her lips still tingle where he has kissed her and she wants nothing more than to die beneath his gaze...but wait-

    Something changes, Her pain is gone, she can only feel HIS warmth. Niko bask in HIS warm glow as a sleepy smile overtakes her lips. HE takes her away from the stink of gore and mold of the cave. She can feel HIM lifting her up to the heavens where things are bathed in a gold light. The dark eyed mare can only see flowers, lush green, and a knoll with an entrance. Niko looks to the angel (she does not ask HIS name but she never feels as though she should...she feels like she has know HIM all of her life). <b>"This place...it's yours?"</b> Her voice is full, her throat no longer sore and tasting of coppery blood. She is healed and whole and happy. <b>"Ours."</b> HIS voice is rich as HE speaks with HIS eyes only for her. Niko can feel the love in HIS gaze. HE adores her, worships her. Niko rushes to him to embrace him to her breast, her lips finding the soft places along the smoothness of his neck and his face as HE whispers the sweet words of devotion to her. Niko has never known such affection.

    She has never known a man till the night he takes her beneath the stars, her body offered willingly for the man that she loves.

    Their happiness lasts nearly forever, they eat, sleep, dream together. They drink sweet honeyed milk and make love in the tall sea grasses as the birds above serenade them. This is the perfect life. This is everything and more she could have ever wanted. The angelic stallion's devotion never wavers and Niko has sworn her love and body for him alone...until <i>it</i> happens...

    Niko has closed her eyes for the last time inside the solitude of that hollowed out knoll next to her angel. She could not have known she would wake up in the cave. Oh the blasted cave with it's cold and pain, she had thought it was all a dream when she opened her eyes shivering and aching all over! The acrid smell of blood -her blood- fills her nostrils and she can feel wetness in her eyes as she searches frantically. Niko thinks she may wet herself in the absolute destitute she is in. What had happened? Where was her angel? How is this happening AGAIN?!

    HE is there though and Niko begins to asks a million questions but HE hushes her gently and helps her to the mouth of the cave. Niko winces with each step, the zig-zag of cuts on her legs oozing slowly, but HIS presence encourages her to keep moving. She looks at the glowing angel as the sunlight from the day bites into her dark eyes. The bloodied mare nearly breathes a sigh of relief till the sound of it's voice breaks her concentration. It steals the sunshine and birdsong. It sucks the air from her lungs. Niko can not help but listen as it mocks her, talking in a sinister tongue and using ugly words. Niko whimpers softly but the angel <i>(HER angel)</i> defends her with HIS body and words. Niko presses her muzzle to HIS hip and inhales the scent of lavender and honeysuckle. The ugly black thing fumbles with it's words and it's own damned head but Niko has only eyes for the angelic man. <i>'Remember me?'</i> HE turns with soft eyes and gentle voice. <b>"Always, my love, how could I ever forget you?"</b> Niko returns with love in her eyes and soft smile. Nothing exists anymore in the world but them. The demon creature can not hurt them anymore and if it could, well..the painted woman does not care. She had felt love and happiness and if it is her time to die then so be it as long as she can be with HIM forever. Niko presses her lips to his in a loving kiss and as her eyes close she slips into the soft golden glow that radiates around them.

    Nikoline wakes on the mountain...she is confused. Dark eyes look around for HIM. Her heart is breaking already. There is another horse not far off, a pale mare, but it is not HIM. No one could ever compare to HIM. Niko begins to feel her eyes well with hot tears that HE is gone, stolen away. She had sworn her love to HIM. She had sworn her body to HIM. HE was the key to her heart. Why had Beqanna been so cruel to let her love so wholly and take it all away? Niko stands panting softly, her pale mane hanging in her face, ignoring the cremello mare only a moment longer before calling to her. <b>"You! Have you been here long?"</b> Niko intended to ask the woman if she had seen the demon, the cave, HER angel.

    Niko would never forget HIM or the love and happiness he had shared with her.
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    RE: he giveth and he taketh away; chapter five (4th and 3rd place results) - by Nikoline - 12-14-2017, 11:40 PM



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