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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


    hello to high and dry - anyone
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    Merida
    from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken
    He had told her where he was going, and without having to be asked, she suddenly knew where she was going, too. 

    The forest had been the closest thing to a home that Merida can remember, and it is only remembered as so because of Crevan. The moment he had left it no longer rang with comfort or purpose, and so she had left with it. But the forest calls to them, and as their embraces and hunts became more intimate, the vixen knew of no better place to settle herself - deep within damp earth and pine needles, with many places to burrow and cold nights to warm herself at his side. 

    It was perfect - or, it would be, because Crevan would make it so.

    Slender, soot-colored legs pull the vibrantly colored fox through the familiar woods, deep into the hearth that despite all its new smells and residents, Merida found rather comforting. The fox thrums with delight beneath the burning leaves as it scampers over roots and pine needles, leaping onto smallish boulders and bounding once more into the shadow, eagerly following the wolf’s scent - a scent she would follow to the ends of the earth.

    The trickling sound of water stops her graceful leaps and bounds, planting her solidly into musky soil that the pointedness of her snout dives into, inhaling deeply to ensure she is still on the right trail. Her embered gaze flickers up to see the woman whose scent had intermingled with her target, and the little fox lifts her head curiously. The glaring white of her breast gleams in the morning glow, as dew sparkles around them in the dusty, golden light. 

    Most likely already mistaken for a normal, stupid fox, Merida crawls pointedly over the bubbling stream to leap onto the fallen tree, her claws clicking against the dead bark. She comes to rest a few meters away from the soft gold woman, a little snort leaving the velvet black of her nose. She then follows the girl’s eyesight into the bright canopy above them, nose wrinkling as the sun stings her eyes. 

    “Are you looking for something?”




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    Messages In This Thread
    hello to high and dry - anyone - by Lepis - 05-31-2018, 02:32 PM
    RE: hello to high and dry - anyone - by Merida - 06-01-2018, 09:23 AM
    RE: hello to high and dry - anyone - by Rajanish - 06-01-2018, 09:44 AM
    RE: hello to high and dry - anyone - by Lepis - 06-01-2018, 10:11 AM
    RE: hello to high and dry - anyone - by Merida - 06-04-2018, 08:39 AM
    RE: hello to high and dry - anyone - by Rajanish - 06-11-2018, 02:28 PM
    RE: hello to high and dry - anyone - by Lepis - 06-17-2018, 10:10 PM



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