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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


    soldier keep on marching on; any
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    when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,

    She doesn’t know that he’s entranced with her; the wildness that shudders in her very being does not allow her to realize the shape of her lips as they draw out certain words, or the subtle way her body creeps forward with grace and enigmatic electricity. She’s still too young to know what is like to be sought after, to be admired, and thus does not feel heat rising to her cheeks as the stoicness of his eyes wander across her but instead does the same, her sharp eyes lingering on the chiseling of his jawline and the not-quite-a-smile that seems to look ever so delightful on the ivory of his lips. 

    Mereness does not equate uniqueness.

    She lifts her chin a bit, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully as a slight amused look sparkles in the depths of her gaze. He skims her with the now familiarity of his eyes and she remains frozen beneath it, wondering what it is he sees besides the dandelion gold of her coat that shimmers electric blue with even the tiniest of movement of her muscles. It seems they are perhaps at an impasse; but she is not one to pride herself into proving she is right.

    He is more than a mere man, even if he does not see it.

    “If you say so, Hurricane,” she replies, her tone even yet playful, finding that even her wolf-spirit enjoys the deep banter between them. “Maybe one of these days I will prove you wrong.” There is a laugh on the edge of her voice as she bobs her head up and down; the last time she stretches towards him, lipping at the air between them as if she means to brush his cheek with her golden-blue mouth, but purposely does not meet his skin. 

    “A mere woman should not be hard to find.” She brings her chin to her chest, her foreleg reaching forward to paw at the earth beneath her before brushing past him - lingering long enough to memorize his scent for the future - and then disappearing into the shadows from whence she came, replacing hooves for silent paws.

    Dayé

    where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.



    i'm so sorry you had to wait forever for this <3
    but please have him come find her cause imma need them to meet again like asap :|
    @[Hurricane]
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    soldier keep on marching on; any - by Hurricane - 09-14-2018, 09:06 AM
    RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - by Dayé - 09-16-2018, 09:59 AM
    RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - by Dayé - 09-19-2018, 06:23 PM
    RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - by Dayé - 09-23-2018, 08:21 AM
    RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - by Dayé - 09-29-2018, 10:57 AM
    RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - by Dayé - 10-14-2018, 12:40 PM



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