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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


    Desolation comes upon the sky // Any
    #3

    WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

    He'd been a constant figure in the crowd gathered during meetings, a scent that made itself one with every part of Nerine's landscape. Though they'd only spoken during those meetings and perhaps once or twice during other diplomatic-centered events, Scorch found herself keenly aware of Ardashir, and curious as to his standings, experience, and character.

    He reminded her in some ways of her husband Hestoni, another stallion who had married himself to the Jungle - or at least, the Sisterhood. They both stood tall and wide, giving off auras of strength and certainty. But an aura is not very telling, when compared with the real thing of knowing someone.

    So when the white giant snaked between the pine trees and interrupted her meandering thoughts, Scorch was no less than pleased. A sort of mischievous smile lilted her lips, the red-yellow of her dragon eyes blinking their interest once or twice. He nickered his greeting, and she responded in kind, going so far as to even exchange breath with him before he began his spiel.

    They stood at an appropriate distance apart, though any who knew Scorch knew that her persona bubble had shrunk practically to her skin ever since she became a mother. Before that... Well, Teen Scorch was one angsty, bite-your-face-off motherfucker. Hestoni would know.

    "I find the winter quite well, thank you," She offered. It was a bald-faced lie, but one she found quite necessary; divulging the extremely personal woes of her and her husband's inability to conceive was not exactly the first sentence she planned to give to relative strangers.

    "Though please, do tell me that you haven't come all this way to ask me about the weather." A glint of kind-spirited humour showed in her roiling eyes, though her words were sharp and gravelly. Say what you will about Scorch, but if being called a hairless rat all her life had taught her anything, it was that the words of others are often meaningless - except, of course, when they weren't.

    Scorch

    Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle



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    Desolation comes upon the sky // Any - by Scorch - 07-09-2018, 10:15 PM
    RE: Desolation comes upon the sky // Any - by Scorch - 07-18-2018, 06:46 PM



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