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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


    what do you believe: aemar
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    She was a goddess.
     
    Not to every wandering child, nor to the trees. Certainly not to her own kind as they drifted through their own lives. The birds overhead merely found her inconvenient, though terrifying- it would only take once for the fledglings left on the ground a minute too long, and she would have them for all eternity in the name of a snack. They cried out in protest at her presence, but remained high overhead in relative safety. Their cacophony and displeasure usually amused her slightly, but today she had other matters to attend to.
     
    She may have been just another passerby in these woods to most of its residents, but to his poor fox, wide eyed and exhausted, she was the reaper’s blade raised mighty. She relished in the little things: flecks of foam flying occasionally from its dry tongue, the way that it whimpered pitifully whenever its paws landed on a stone. Life and death hung before her jaws, and she needed only to close a little distance to make that choice her own. The idea sends a pleasurable tingle down her spine, and left her pearly fangs glinting as she sneered. She weaves through the trees with astonishing grace, given her strength, slowly and steadily closing the distance between herself and the white-dipped top of the fox’s hindquarters. Curious, really, that a wild thing would have such markings- lovely auburn fur that mixed so well with the surroundings, yet with a gleaming target painted right on its rump. Natural selection, she supposed, and who was she to interfere in such important processes? No, this lost little creature would do nicely for her dinner, if she could just sink her teeth into that delectable warm skin. 
     
    Just as the thought crossed her mind, the door of opportunity flew open. It leapt over a large log in the path, but in its exhaustion, her prey misjudged the height. It tripped over the top and with such momentum, came crashing into the damp carpet of rotting leaves chest-first. In an instant, she had gracefully cleared the same log and had the thing pinned down, helpless. Slowly, she pressed her claws through its fur, relishing in the way its skin yielded to her pressure and just barely puncturing the surface of its skin. It was not, however, struggling as much as she preferred; she raised her opposite paw high, intending to strike dramatically and remind the little thing that it needed to play for her. What happened instead made her blood run cold, stole her strength and made her nauseated. It turned and looked her, huge icy blue eyes that felt as though they could see right into her soul, and spoke. 

    In all her days of hunting, she had never seen such a terrible thing. Not only did it begin to speak, but somehow, its eyes were changing, really looking at her. She immediately withdraw from the creature’s chest, backing herself against the log as she tried to distance herself. “Please,” it said in an ethereal voice, “I don’t want to hurt you.” She snarled at the absurdity of the thing, and began to recover herself and return to her work. 
     
    “Mother.”

    Traton awoke in a cold sweat, her jaws clenched tightly. It had been ages since she had slept long and hard enough to dream, and she couldn’t say she missed it entirely. Around her, the bed of rotting pine needles was disturbed from her apparent movement. she grunted as she got to her feet and shook off accumulated dust and dew, leaving a considerable amount still clung to her thickening coat. The autumn evening around her was crisp and a little cold, a much-appreciated respite from the hot, damp world she left behind. Foolish, perhaps, to sleep in open territory, but exhaustion takes its toll. Anyway, she'd only meant to remain long enough for a nap, nevermind that it had started before the sun had set. Groggily, she moved from her little copse of trees toward the sound of rushing water, hoping to clear her mind. Overhead, stars twinkled merrily, and a bright moon lit her path forward. 
     
    If only it could do the same for her thoughts.





    @[Sid] wheneva
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    #2

    AEMAR || RAELYX

    His prey does not speak to him when he kills it - but even if it did, it would not dissuade the powerful crunch of his beak through its skull.

    He flies alone this night, having left his brother Raelyx to visit with Galilee and Khaeli and to watch the stars from Ischia's coastline. His little red brother feels keen to spend time with their family as often as possible, but Aemar can't find it within himself to share that urge. Yes, it had been nice to see them all again on the day of Khaeli's birth; but from there, he's felt caged whenever he sees them all again. He dislikes the closeness, the familiarity, and the feeling that somehow his father expects his eldest son to commit to the kingdom he rightfully belongs in.

    But Aemar is more son of magic than he'll ever be son of Galilee and Brennen.

    White and grey and eccentric, the stallion traveled this night as a jungle eagle. Cunning yellow eyes peered out from the thick feathering as he flew through the thermals, peering keenly to the forest floor below. He'd come south-west from Ischia after leaving Raelyx, and it did not take long until he spotted the river and followed its glimmering waters in the search for prey. Raelyx never enjoyed the half-carnivore's hunger for blood and flesh - but the bone-clad stallion did not accompany Aemar tonight, and so, he hunted.

    Flash.

    With calculated precision, the bird pinned his wings to his sides and dove to ground level. The thrum of his prey's panicked heart was heard by his avian ears, and its beating sent a thrill through Aemar. Talons outstretched, the poor rabbit had only a kick of its hind legs before it became ensnared in the jungle eagle's deathly grasp. The scent of blood quickly filled the air as Aemar settled his massive wings to his sides. Chirping a final goodbye to his meal, the bird reached out a single talon and snapped the rabbit's neck at harsh angle, a sickening (to some) crunch accompanying the sudden movement.

    Deftly removing the red-brown fur, Aemar sunk into his meal with little attention to the scene around him; the sound of the rabbit's flesh leaving its bones overwhelmed even the burbling of the river. It was only as the massive bird suckled on the delectable last bits of meat that his yellow eyes happened to glance upward - and when they did, they latched on to her.

    A mare, black and spotted as he was chestnut and spotted in horse form. He paused in his suckling to eye her, wondering if she'd heard him feasting. A tentative churr came from his short curved beak, curiosity distracting him from the last bites of his meal. Grabbing the bone that'd been resting in his mouth with a deft talon, Aemar stepped towards the mare, and as he did, he transformed.

    At sixteen hands tall, the Arabian stallion stood entirely as a horse save for the four talons that now attached themselves to each of his hooves, as well as the beak that stood in place of a muzzle. He kept not the wings this day, preferring the maneuverability of bareness as he inhaled the scent of the mare's autumn hormones. Another churr came from his beak once more, those clearly avian eyes meeting her own piercingly.

    "Hello," He said in his strange, other-worldly voice - the words sounding somehow at once like birdsong and language. "Lovely night for a hunt, wouldn't you say, my darling?" Shifting subtly, the stallion gave himself the ability to smile despite the beak, and he did - the expression slightly devious, but also extremely interested. The distance between them was not much - he could reach out and touch her - but instead, he waits.

    He'd had his fun with the rabbit - but hunger oft returns when delicacies present themselves.



    @[Traton] I switched tenses halfway through Im sorry, also hope you like it!
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    #3




    The shadows of the trees slipped from her coat like an evening cloak, leaving her glistening in the moonlight. Against the night, the white patches of her coat laid her bare, but she was comfortable in her solitude and in the peaceful, rhythmic churning of the rushing water, a maiden out to bathe in the lonely evening. She had only time to take in a deep breath of the air, attempting to soothe her nerves, when the creature came from seemingly nowhere. For a moment, she startled, before becoming transfixed on this bird of prey at its talents. It was so near her, so unafraid (or unaware?) of her presence, wholly engrossed within its meal. Some part of her made note at how readily she watched the gruesome display, accompanied by a sarcastic internal chuckle at the circumstances that had probably made her this way. She breathed deeply, readily taking in that familiar, metallic aroma, fascination far outweighing a whisper of revulsion. She took a few tentative steps closer, not wanting to disturb the creature, but drawn to the carnage nearly irresistibly.  

    For how long she watched the thing, she couldn’t say. She had so easily pushed aside the conclusion of her dream, though it nagged sullenly from a corner of her mind; instead, she watched the predator rent flesh from bone and she could feel it tearing, as if she was the one pulling at still-warm muscles. It sickened her, it frightened her, but far stronger than those feelings, it excited her. She was paralyzed from the moment the creature looked up, staring back into those nearly reptile-like avian eyes, left breathless and awestruck and considering herself terribly lucky to have witnessed such a wild thing. Softly, audibly, she gasped as it churred at her, as if it appreciated an audience for its evening meal. Such an unusual outcome- only a moment before, she’d still been afraid to frighten the bird off from its evening meal.

    This, of course, did not prepare her in the slightest for what happened next.

    The spotted mare took a step backward as he transformed, acutely aware of her heart skipping a beat entirely before slamming against her ribcage as if yearning for escape. He was stunning in the autumn air, a fairytale come to life, gleaming copper coat forming stunning contrast with white hair and skin of his talons. When he spoke, she heard a symphony of happier times, all the songs of the wild birds that formed the soundtrack of her freedom. She couldn’t resist the smile that made itself onto her face, bourn partially of shock and partially of pure fascination. This night- this being- was a dream come to life, and Traton wasn’t foolish enough to resist a call she’d been waiting a lifetime to hear.

    “Hello,” she replied, and the greeting that sounded so timid in her head came out as a purr, svelte and inviting. She didn’t recognize the way that her body moved, but she basked in it, flooded in a world of rising temperature and pleasant anticipation. Somewhere, internally, a voice screamed for her to stop; but she was never one to listen to her own advice. And to her credit, who could in situations like this? He was magic in the flesh, an incredible melding of hunter and prey, beautiful and terrible and stunning in the same breath. He could tear her apart as he’d done the little rabbit, and she’d be just as helpless- but all the more willing.

    As he spoke again, she was lost again in the sound of his voice, somehow coaxed into this unfamiliar world with a smile and a song. “I’m not much of a hunter myself, but it’s certainly… lovely,” she smiled again as she spoke, expressing the sentence in the same soft, alluring tones that had surprised her a moment before. Consciously, she may have had little idea of what to do in these situations, but somehow the bizarre nature of this one- the intimacy, the magic, the music- left the normal world behind, and with it, the awkward mare that she normally embodied.

    She closed a step of the distance carefully, inhaling deeply, pulling the scent of blood and of him far into her lungs. She paused with her muzzle only inches from the curve of his beak, still taking in his rich aroma, feeling as if all the world around them could crashing down and she wouldn’t notice a thing but his eyes.

    A lovely night for hunting, indeed.





    @[Sid] ok I LOVED it
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    AEMAR || RAELYX

    She came to him like a moth to a flame, knowing what awaited her in its blinding grasp but finding it too irresistible to deny at least a flutter of her dust-thin wings. The way she stared at the blood running down his talons and the way her nostrils flared with interest and not revulsion left him oddly aroused, a dark lust far surpassing any hunger he felt now after his successful hunt. He'd not had a taste of the flesh for too long; carnal flesh, at least.

    At her little gasp, Aemar's stomach clenched. The sound - submissive and sexy - solidified his intentions, and in the next breath, he was shifting before her. The way her hooves slid backwards at the same time as a blatantly needy smile grew on her lips only encouraged the copper-splattered stallion, though by now, he needed no such thing for the task he wished to accomplish. Though not a rapist, the thrill of the hunt had not yet left his veins, and the scent of her was enough to drive even the most gentle of men mad with desire.

    "Mmm," Came a noncommittal mutter of approval at her svelte and inviting hello. The yellow of his avian eyes flickered across the mare's figure, lingering on spotted haunches and latching hungrily on to those beguiling eyes. Below, his talons grabbed greedily at the leaves strewn across the river's coast, fighting to maintain their flirtation before it escalated as quickly as he could ascend into flight when the need arose. In the distance, a figure flitted by, but Aemar ignored the distraction with a practiced ease, not allowing his eyes to even drift towards the movement - that might cause his prey to turn, and he did not want her distracted.

    I'm not much of a hunter myself, but it's certainly... lovely.

    "As are you," Came his purred response, lyrical, hypnotic. She obeyed his silent commands for dominance, coming close and angling her nose just under his with a breathy excitement that left him reeling and stiff with desire. As she nearly touched him, his ears flew back against his skull and the hard sides of his teeth snapped together possessively. Otherwise, he remained completely still, head curved to his neck, forcing her to come even closer though he could easily close the distance, too.

    "What shall I call the prize of my next hunt, hmm?" His words came lower than before, with less song and more hisses of need. Reaching out painfully slowly, he took the tender membrane of her ear between his powerful beak, pulling it through the small textured bumps that lined its opening with a warm, intentional exhale. Stepping towards her as his heart beat madly, Aemar pressed his chest to hers, running his mouth down from her cheek to just behind her shoulder. "A beauty such as yourself could have any name she pleases... So choose wisely, darling."

    "Because you are mine tonight, before you are any name at all."



    @[traton] uhm so Aemar just got dominant as shit, wtf ENJOY
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    She opened her mouth to respond to him, but his touch on her ear rendered her utterly, maddeningly speechless. A trembling exhale was all that escaped her lips, tinged with a soft moan. The shudder of excitement was so powerful that it nearly overwhelmed her, but with concentrated effort she managed to suppress it to only a sensual flicker of her eyes and an arching of her spine. Her stomach did not fare as well, and flipped around her abdomen wildly, outmatched in erratic behavior only by her heart. She was still as he touched her aside from the tensing of her muscles, pressing into his touch and begging for its continuation. She yielded as he moved, watching every inch of him as he moved across her with a single, hungry eye.

    His hot breaths radiated across her skin from their epicenter, moving like lightning to burn her alive. Enough time outside his mouth finally allowed her the clarity of mind to utter a single word. “Art,” came her answer, surprising herself with both the name itself- one that had long been scrubbed from her consciousness, or so she thought- and the ease with which it left her tongue. Even more surprising, she marveled for a moment in the lack of emotion that the name brought with it. It simply vanished into the night, dissipating with the heat that brewed between their bodies.

    “And what, my hunter, should I call you?” She moved slowly forward as she finished the question, relishing the way that the smooth curve of his beak felt as it slid across her slick fur. The unspoken ending lingered only in her mind, too brash for the sweet rabbit to speak as she submitted to her captor. She stopped when she stood with her hip near his svelte jaw, tilted ever so slightly in his direction. She reveled in the way that every fiber of her being responded to his command, as if his control extended beyond the capabilities of her own mind. A breeze wrapped eager fingers though her hair, pulling it from her skin, making her feel for the slightest moment laid bare before him. An offering for the god of the moment. It wasn’t far from the truth that she was a delicacy in his eyes, and the hunger in his voice made that only clearer. But never did she shy from the feeling- the mare was never one to dismiss attention in the first place, but this was so much more delicious. She basked in his attentions, threw herself at the altar just for a second glance. Yet he was so much more than that- he was far from the only one to feast tonight. His name was the last bullet in a loaded gun, and she was cocked and ready to scream it into the autumn evening.


    kinda meh but I'm rolling with the puns yo @[Sid]
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