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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


    deep in my bones i can feel you [Spyndle]
    #1
    no matter what we breed we still are made of greed

    I will always find you

    He’s out of his mind, or perhaps he’s just lost deep within it. He said he would find her, and still he is uncertain if he himself is missing. His thoughts don’t seem to be his own, everything is new, everything is familiar. Everything is a mess within his head, memories flooding him from their encounter.

    The still in the wood when they met. Long forgotten are the cries of the ravens because they didn’t matter then, and they don’t matter now. The momentary brush of her warm skin as they collided. The soft down of her feathers, fleeting as touch had been. He can still taste her scent in the damp air as he leaves the Chamber borders, though still he doesn’t realize he’s tracking her-not yet.

    It’s a time before he does, sorting through his thoughts as he is, part desire, part denial. His head warns him away, that women are trouble, as they always have been. This one had even admitted to being as much, on the run from some unknown. It’s been a long time since he’s felt anything akin to the fire Engelsfors had brought to his life. Still he grimaces at the memory, a frown tugging at his darkened lips before he can send his past back to the recesses of his mind. It’s a dark place where he keeps many a clouded memory, yet the mother of his children always comes back to haunt him in a vivid manner. Like it or not.

    It’s then that he realizes he is skirting the edge of the common grounds, the forest lands full of spruce and saplings. It’s no surprise that he is drawn to the familiarity of a wood, the tall trunks smelling deep and dank but lacking the pine scent of home. Only one here or there, intermingled with oaks and birch and spruce alike. A chaotic abundance of species all meshed into one biome, creating a disarray of smells that he finds oddly reassuring. And he knows she’s been here, her scent still hanging in the air. The essence of airy feathers leaving him with a sense of longing and he can’t explain why. Nor does he have an explanation for calling her name, ever so soft as his deep baritone can.

    " Spyndle?"

    KILLDARE
    this is my kingdom come
    The Dragon Lord & Colonel of the Chamber


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    “I will always find you.”

    She had walked away then, because what else could she have done?

    Guilt consumed her like magic did, once. It filled her veins and sent her muscles into spasms. It was a web of a different kind of silk, and it held her fast. He did not conjure images of sunsets, or rivers, or hazels. He did not make her think ‘forever’, but he did make her think of things that she should not have.

    Because here lies the ugly truth;

    She became an ugly truth; because she needs. Because she does not want to be alone, because she’s been alone already and watched her bones turn into dust. Because she cannot exist in a space surrounded by a single mirrored reflection – her own.

    “Spyndle,” He says, while she lingers under the cover of leaf and branch; a familiar voice, a familiar body – one she has touched even if she should not have.

    She remembers the way he felt; warm, alive. She remembers that he held her like he did not mean to let her go, and how parts of her wished that he wouldn’t. She’s forgotten what her name sounds like on anyone else’s tongue, and it lights a fire underneath her skin that she’d forgotten the burn of.

    “Killdare,” she answers, because it’s all that she can do. She should stay quiet. She should let him pass her, buried in the branches, but she’s never made the choices that she should.

    She should do so many things, but there’s only one thing that she wants.

    Well, two.

    spyndle

    you are the prettiest thing that I will ever know

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    #3
    no matter what we breed we still are made of greed


    By now he’s sure he’s imagined her scent, the faintest of its aroma filling his nostrils. All has gone quiet in the wood as her names leaves his sooty lips, a spell, an enchantment to make her real. His glassy eyes close, pushing him into darkness where he can focus on his surroundings, so he can say a silent prayer to the Gods he isn’t sure are real.

    What is real anymore? His life felt like an awful dream sometimes, things that they call ‘nightmares’. Had he deserved it? Probably, he’s done little good in the world, he has no ambition to bring goodness to it either. What was that saying? Birds of a feather..?

    His name falls from the forest to this dream, the witchery he has surely called to the place of limb and bough.

    Killdare.

    He’s sure this is all part of the mind trick he felt half asleep in, but then the rustle of twigs, the snap of sticks tells him it is not. That this is too real to be a figment, that spectres do not cause such corporeal noise and movement. Still the shadows cover her, nature’s camouflage still hinders his sight, if nothing else he can smell her better. A few rigid steps in the direction of the call until he is inhaling fiercely a spot of greenery, until his breath falls hot into the tangle of brush, vine, the like...

    So soft did she speak it, so uncertain did his name proceed from her lungs that he can barely taste it in the air anymore. “I’m here.” his own speech clawing to reach her, forcefully pulling into reality that he finds it more guttural than he had intended it to be. Nor do his intentions give warning as his giant head breaks the surface of cover, breaches the depths within to brush against something warm and familiar.

    KILLDARE
    this is my kingdom come
    The Dragon Lord & Colonel of the Chamber
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