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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


    hell is empty and all the devils are here; nocturnal
    #1
    Fuck, fuck, fuck. That vile little cunt.

    He’d been fucking minding his own business, doing what he had every right to do with his property, when the bitch had come in and torn him apart. One moment he’d been teaching little broken Noellen a lesson, the next, experiencing more pain than he’d ever thought possible. And despite all his power and strength, he’d been completely powerless to stop it.

    And now he’s stuck here. In the fucking afterlife.

    His tenuous connection to his frozen body makes it all the worse. He’s been forced to watch as his children - his new, talented, glorious children - grow up without him. If only he could be there to lead them. He would make them great. He would make them feared.

    But instead he’s here, in this cold shadowland where the dead roam.

    He’s seen many of them, the other dead, but he’s made no effort to interact. They are lesser, beneath him. He shouldn’t be here - he’s not done! He has so much left to do. He has sons and a wonderfully talented daughter that need his guidance.

    He’s in a particularly foul mood on this day. He’s just become aware of the presence of new foals in Silver Cove, new foals that are not his. It enrages him to think of some other fool stallion impregnating his Killgore (if only he knew it was his own father that had done the deed). He should be the one there, they should be his children to carry on his line.

    He just wishes he could get his hooves on the bitch that had put him here. If he had his way he’d destroy her the same way she’d destroyed him. He’d hold her dragon body still with his power and cut her up slowly, dragging it out. Then he’d hunt down her little bastard of a son and kill him in front of her. Then finally, he’d rip the blood from her body and let her die.

    It’s nice to think about, though he knows it will never happen. He’s fucking stuck here. If only he had some way to communicate with the mares of Silver Cove, with his children. They’d avenge him, he’s sure. Or die trying anyway. But he doesn’t even have a way to talk to them. None of his children have talents concerning the dead.

    “FUUUUCK!” He screams out his frustration to the shadows, startling a few of skittish dead that are nearby. But he doesn’t care. He’s stuck here, and he’s tired of it.
    K H A O S
    iron son of carnage and oswyn
    hell is empty and all the devils are here
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    #2
    “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

    The words leave his mouth unbidden as the ground beneath him begins to glow and shake. Of all the fucking creatures he has to run into in the afterlife, apparently he just has to run into another goddamn dragon. And judging by the words dripping out of its mouth, it knows the same ‘dragon’ that had sent him here. This must be the creature that the vile bitch had warned him about.

    Just his luck.

    The beast opens its mouth, throwing fire and burning him to bits. In the afterlife it doesn’t truly hurt, not in the way it would have if he was alive (his body is still stuck in Silver Cove after all) but an uncomfortable tingling and burning fills him as his soul-body reassembles.

    Then without warning, the beast chucks him off its back, sending him flying through the air and falling down, down into the abyss. He’s almost pleased for a moment - he thinks he’s escaped - but then the beast is after him, fearsome talons grasping at his incorporeal body.

    If he’d been alive, he would have stood a chance. If he’d been alive, he would’ve been able to grab hold of the iron in its blood and twist it to his will. He would have ripped the beast apart from the inside out, proving his power both to his enemies and to his children. No one would have ever dared mess with him again.

    But he’s not alive. Not even dead either - he’s in some beastly place in between. And his body, with its powerful blood and its connection to the iron in all things, is still stuck back in Silver Cove. The first dragon had made sure of that.

    So all he can do is flail ineffectually at the beast, trying to hit the ghost-dragon body with his ghost iron legs. “LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” But he knows that it won’t.
    K H A O S
    iron son of carnage and oswyn
    hell is empty and all the devils are here
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