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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


    [private]  hold me in this wild, wild world; Warrick/Karat/Wound ONLY
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    Karat
    Blood is Thicker than Water

    Her return to Ischia had been against her own will and apparently that was the norm around here.  Pulled this way and that like some property she never wished to be.  Her life thus far has not been her own.  Like some mindless prisoner she is told to go here and do that.  She would have no more of it.  Determined to decide her own fate from now on, she returns to Tephra along the lands of which she has already crossed twice before...

    Having captured the fire of the Tephra warrior, while waiting upon the sands of Ischia, she allows the flicker of light to dance upon her steel coat.  Covering her in a protective coating of flame that both warmed her and made her fury known.  Yes, she had left Tephra without a struggle after finding Kori had stolen her to the tropical isles, but it was on false hopes.  The golden pinto had promised her the world and she received nothing but a scared heart.  Even in her attempts to flee back to her home, he had forced her to return(out of spite she was sure).  It only infuriated her more.

    Whether Brennen arrives by land or air, she hardly notices.  She walks, obviously, because she was not gifted flight.  That was fine though, the glow of the flames about her, lit her way though darkened forests.  Phoebus may have been bringing up the rear but he does not overshadow her in any way. Lavender eyes remained fixed on the pluming mountain in the distance.  Her motion does not quicken or slow, but remains a steady march...

    Crossing the channel that separates their lands is easier this time of year.  The warmth of summer exhausted the depths of aqua that rise no farther up than her hocks.  Lavender locks are dipped in the cool waters and as she climbs the banks of the alter side, a, irritated flick of them send droplets sizzling into her heated armor.  Finally she was home...

    Summoned to a meeting like some dog, others begin to gather.  Others she knows lead Tephra and she has no interest in sticking around.  Immediately her eyes search the terrain for who she really cares to see.  The metallic shimmer of his body was unmistakable and the second she sees it, she takes her leave.  Offering no more than a glance to those that converse about less interesting politics...   



    Something quick to wrap this up... EDIT: for her... please continue with whatever else you guys had planned.  Shes not interested in the politics Smile


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    RE: hold me in this wild, wild world; Warrick/Karat/Wound ONLY - by Karat - 06-07-2018, 08:12 PM



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