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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


    The road is long, but it always unwinds // Warlight
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    Warlight

    Soul as sweet as blood red jam



    When he agrees to head back east with her a thrum of excitement sends a shiver across the places his mouth is gently exploring, and she doesn't try to hide it. The thought to ask after his family crosses her mind as he says his business is done here, but she doesn't want to risk saying anything which could cause him to pull away.  There would be planting of time for talking later. For now, she wanted nothing more than to find what was at the end of the particular thread of communication they had picked up. 

    They have been close before, slept together huddled for warmth on many nights, but this is different. There is intention in the way he runs his lips along her hairline and confidence in the way she reciprocates by leaning into his every touch.  

    The stallion's teeth close on the delicate skin below her antlers and the simmering feeling surge. She grows lightheaded in a way that reminds her of the moments before a fight, and a back hoof snaps against the volcanic loam. But the blood-and-bone princess does not pull away. The feelings in her belly were hot and demanding, but there is a dancers edge to her movements. She is not naive enough to mistake the feelings for something different than what they are though. She had grown up around enough flirtation to understand that at least.

    "If you make a threat you better be able to carry it out," she hums sweetly, her midnight eyes half-lidded against the brilliant afternoon sun. Taking a step back, she slides her side along his own so they stand shoulder-to-shoulder, flank-to-flank. Her muzzle runs along the soft places of his throat, lower over the crimson bands until it falls to rest on the mounds of his well-formed chest. Her gaze lifts, looking to see if he is anticipating what surely knows is coming before her teeth pull hair from skin and she spins away with a light squeal. Tail high and antlers lowered, Warlight smiles a smile that dares him closer.  

    "You talk a big game, stud. Let's see what you got."



    @[Raul] Is this smut or is this a mock?? nobody knows XD
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    RE: The road is long, but it always unwinds // Warlight - by Warlight - 02-06-2019, 03:43 PM



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