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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


    fear cuts deeper than swords - ivar, honey
    #1
    This plague business has kept her mostly in the skies or on craggy peaks where no soul nor germ likes to crawl to. She left her sisters side just before the land began to crack and moan, before the dead-eyed diseases started to infect random bodies. Somewhere in her charred little heart there is a pang of worry and perhaps sorrow, a piece for her mother and a piece for her sibling. On the surface, however, she tells herself that they’re most certainly fine just like she is. This is not her mother’s first rodeo and Oleandar’s instincts are often stronger than Wrena’s; she tells herself (and it is actually true, Olea is a survivor).
     
    Lately the warmth radiating from the westward shores has kept her glued to the coastline. Brilliant Pampas seems to be sickness free, it seemed like a wise decision to stay there for at least a few weeks. Today, in the dead of night, she flies slightly north and over the open waves. She leaves the Pampas behind and heads toward a curious thing… Ivar..
     
    She’s always been so curious about the creepy kelpie fellow. Many a men she’s met, even ‘been with’, but this one she cannot ever shake. Sometimes he’ll haunt her, or just occupy her mind randomly and with no real reason. She’s followed him home before, one of the last times she spotted him and even said hi. She always shivers when his memory flashes through, his cool eyes staring back at her. She has never crossed over the blue to his island, but today for whatever reason, beneath a bright full moon, she decides to.
     
    She touches down with a delicate stride atop the moving seawater until she stops smoothly in knee deep waves to walk ashore. The glowing plankton are disturbed by her movements and light up as the water ripples around her. Her coal-black wings drip and shine against the moonlight while they adjust and fold to her dark bay rib-sides. She looks around, leaving her hind ankles in the lapping foam, her tail hair swaying with the sea’s heartbeat. She stays there, listening, looking; waiting.


    frickin @[Ivar]
    sorry its been so long, behhh
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    #2
    His mother had called this the sap moon, the full yellow orb that drifts just over the horizon. He doesn’t think of her often, but he does as the moon climbs higher into the sky, the thoughts brought on by the arrival of his family on the green island. Not only his brother, but his children as well, blood ties that remind him of the brown-eyed woman and her myriad of impossible tales. He had enjoyed telling those stories to his eldest son, but the rest of them – and there are many now – had not heard them. With his twins he had been unable to, and with the other girls he was simply uninterested in. They were not kelpie and so his interest in them is negligible.

    It is spring now and he has no new children, something that grates at him in an unexpected way.

    Kylin had left him for the safety of the neighboring island and she had taken Kyveli with her. Jhene remains barren, and he had claimed the rest of them too late in the season. They had been amusing but ultimately fruitless. Next year will be better. Next year he will do what it takes to keep the island of Ischia filled with the patter of small hooves and the splash of little fins.

    The beat of wings catches his attention and the kelpie glances up from where he is half-submerged in the glowing water. Unfeathered wings are silhouetted against the moon for just a moment and he thinks for a moment it might be Mist, out for a nighttime flight, but the figure that lands on the beach nearby has no bright piebald markings.

    When he recognizes the figure, Ivar smiles.

    “To what do I owe this surprise?” Asks the sapphire kelpie when he is near enough. The sea still reaches up to his knees where he stands in the surf, his golden eyes as round and bright as the moon overhead. He has crossed paths with Wrena too many times to attribute it to chance; perhaps this is the time he will finally be successful in keeping her.

    <3 @[Wrena]
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    #3
    For being one of water and teeth, the other fire and wing; they do make such a beautifully dangerous pair in the glowing surf beneath a bright yellow moon. But one is much more dangerous than the other, and the lithe dragon-girl is walking a fine line between danger and anticipation…

    Something she’ll learn to love as she gets older, this we’re quite certain of.

    Just out.” Her burning eyes draw up slowly from the scattering glow-creatures to level with his stare. “I like the illuminations here…” She stands off a ways from him, just close enough hear his voice over the heart-beat of the sea kissing the sand. She adjusts her stances and folds her wings tighter, their obsidian scales flickering in the moonlight, slick with sea-spray. She looks him up and down, “Do you have it?” In a reckless lack of regard for her own health she’s not been avoiding places she should – the island included. She’s almost waiting for the inevitable, and after observing others from the safety of the skies; she’s a bit curious even.

    But curiosity is a fool’s sport. This she will learn, we’re quite certain about this, too...



    @[Ivar]
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    #4
    The kelpie grins, many white teeth flashing in the moonlight at her evasive answer. She is just out, Wrena says, as though her arrival on his island is entirely coincidental. Illuminated by the blue sea, her bay skin is nearly violet and the beaded scales of her wings catches the seaspray and the moonlight in a way that lures the stallion ever closer. His pale legs are hidden by the dark water as he moves nearer but the bright plankton swirl around his jewel-toned sides, a clear indication of his approach.

    "Why, do I look like a plankton?" He asks her with a tilt of his pale face and then -

    "No, wait. Don't answer that." She might says yes simply to be contrary, and the kelpie is nearly as vain as he is ethereally beautiful. He does enjoy obstinate women but Wrena is still something of an unknown. Though he is curious how her the leather of her black wings might feel against his skin, he still recalls the smoke of their first meeting and so keeps his distance.

    "How long are you planning on staying out?" He asks instead, inching forward with each tug of the sea until he is close enough to touch if he just stretch a bit farther.

    @[wrena]
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    #5
    Her bright ember orange eyes tilt over to him playfully, a smirk daintily curving her black velvet lips. “Oh, no no, Ivar.” She giggles softly beneath a controlled breath, “I could never mistake you for anything other than what you are.” She lets her eyes slide down and then back up; she’s not one for listening to direction.
     
    (‘Don’t answer that’ obviously means answer immediately in the craftiest most cryptic way you can manage.)
    (Duh.)
     
    He has another question and this one she cannot deny is a good one to ask. “Indefinitely.” She steps toward him, within reaching distance and then a few more steps passed him, her leathery wing brushing his shoulder and rib-side as she whispers, “I think I like it here.” Her wings spread with a great spray of seawater and the sparkle of illuminating plankton, “I’m going to go look around.” And with a few thrusts of her wings she’s airborne without a running start and does not look back. She heads inland, true to her word. 


    Ivar  imma make you a new thread bb <3
    she lives here now. XD
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