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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


    [mature]  ||Hell in a Hand Basket|| {Molotov}
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    Gonna set this world on fire
    Had it really been this fucking long since she graced Beqanna with her presence? Yes.  Yes it fucking has.  God she had grown bored roaming the outskirts of kingdoms and commonlands alike.  Sifting through the bullshit thoughts of everyone in reach.  Only occasional she had found something to peek her interests but there had been a lull in activity.  Fresh meat was hard to come by these days.  

    Having left her kingdom duties in Hyaline after her golden boy had taken his crown and handed it to another fucking girl.  Fuck that bitch!  She hoped the kingdom burned...again!  Thoughts rambled as her flame kissed body made it's way across the fallen throne of Taiga.  The territory was nearly vacant.  

    Slowing to a halt, she looks into the shadows of the trees.  Onyx eyes come up with nothing more than a misty haze, but her mind does the seeing for her.  A one-sided smirk grows across her maw.  Fresh meat...

    What she can tell he is just another male tossing his big dick around.  Cocky, arrogant, egotistical.  Yep, typical penis.  She let's out a low chuckle at his thoughts of Nerine and it's leader.  This fucking fool was gonna get a chastity belt strapped to him.  And who was gonna be the one to see it...fucking right... Molotov!

    She decides to make her presence known. Approaching at a leisurely walk, she finds the granite stallion not far from the stream he had been drinking from. Her eyes don't turn to him to acknowledged his presence there.  She simply strolls up to the water edge and begins to sip the cool waters through puckered ruby lips.  A casual toss of her fire red tail to rid pests from her pelt.

    Once she has filled her belly with the refreshing liquid, she can't help but turn her head away from the stallion.  Ignoring his very existence with a coy grin.  She'd enjoy pissing him off if anything.  Her weight shifts slightly, swinging her hips so her backside faced him.  That's what he wanted, wasn't it? No prying eyes...
    MOLOTOV



    @[Arithmetic] she's gathering more intel first XD
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    RE: ||Hell in a Hand Basket|| {open} - by Molotov - 02-24-2018, 09:56 PM



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