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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    Gave away the things you loved and one of them was me; any
    #1

    Maiko

    Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing, only there’s a winner.

    It’s not every day she crossed a border; in fact she mostly stayed in the meadow, or some other common land. But it was pointless staying there, day in, day out, no change of the rhythm, no-one interesting to behold.

    She wasn’t sure why she chose this kingdom. Perhaps her anger was fueled by the smoke and ash, or the glooming light of the volcano. Drawn in by the idea of destruction. Distraction, destruction, destruction, distraction. Either way - she was going to need some time away from her endless thoughts on family -pah! If they’d existed, they’d died by now, she was certain. All that was left to do was wreck some havoc or find a purpose. And with neither readily at hoof, she’d simply wandered to go see the volcano.

    At least she would have seen it, and could say she’d visited the literal highlight of Beqanna, hmm?

    #2
    there was a heaven in you
    but god there's a devil in me
    He is there to intercept her.

    Not because he has any sort of precognition (no, nothing like his darling and enigmatic Tangerine) that clued him in to the arrival (trespassing) viridian green stranger; in fact, the King found himself scouring each possible entrance to his kingdom, remaining vigilant in keeping the border secure with his watchful eye and the steady beat of his great navy wingspan. He’s become harsher - a product of his environment, shaped and molded by the experiences that have unfurled beneath the rumbling growl of the always pulsing volcano. He’s adapted, growing strong and resilient under the steady beating of the volcano’s hearth, all the fierceness and wisdom of a true ruler.

    There has yet to be a visitor that came to the sulfuric peninsula in search of anything more than a glimpse of the majesty of the glowing mountain. They have all come seeking something else - something darker, something sinister. They’ve destroyed the fresh grasses of the inland plains, attempted to steal a throne, or sought a dark desire all their own. Perhaps if the woman had appeared a year ago, she would not have been greeted with the ferocity of giant wings sweeping across the humid air nor by a man with distrust glimmering in the depths of his oceanic eyes.

    Landing solidly before her with a final beat of his wings, the navy-tipped stallion remains with the cobalt appendages unfurled, his mouth drawn into a thin and unamused line. “Have you ever thought to consider the consequences of so boldly entering a land that is not your own?” His voice is deep and husky, thick with years of exposure to ash and sulfur, rattling as it leaves his throat. His tail twitches idly against his heels, his ears pressing back slightly to show that there is no trace of sarcasm or mirth in his question.


    WARRICK


    @[Maiko]
    #3

    Maiko

    Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing, only there’s a winner.

    The land is new to her, the smoky air tingles her nose. Perhaps it was as good an excuse as any, to say she had not smelled the marks on the border - truth was she hadn’t cared enough. Although she feigns surprise when a large-winged stallion blocks her way, she is not.

    But it’s his words that aggrevate her.

    She lays her ears flat; she’s endured enough in life that she feels no need to be scolded like this. Instead of asking why she’s here she gets the question that insinuates ‘do you even have brains in your head’ and so, he gets a very sassy response. ”Oh, we own land now? I thought we were just living in them. My mistake - let’s ask the fire fairy up there to make sure.” She narrows her eyes at him - fine, he’d probably win a physical fight, especially since she was never gifted any traits to help her. She shakes her head. What good would it even do? She’s just a bitter woman, slightly old, she’s sure he can see it. Whomever her parents or family members were, she never found them, and knowing she wasn’t wanted here either did not lift her spirits.

    She has not paid much attention to politics - she doesn’t know about steals, about wars. Fact is she just came to find something to make her life less boring.

    Bothering this man some more could be just that, since she had nothing better to do. So she half-turned; preparing to walk out on him or, perhaps around him. She hadn’t fully decided yet, and stopped a moment - she smelled no-one else nearby, and she commented on it sharply. ”You might be less lonely out here if you didn’t turn away everyone though.” she shrugged, deciding that taking her leave was what she would feign to do. Perhaps he’d call her back. If not, she’d be looking for another way in, some other day.

    She wasn’t giving up on the idea of climbing all the way to the top of that fire mountain.



    @[Warrick] She’s a bitter little bitch, sorry (:




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