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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


    So bad but he does it so well [ELVE]
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    HE'S SO TALL, HANDSOME AS HELL
    HE'S SO BAD, BUT HE DOES IT SO WELL


    The lavender leviathan traces eights in the air, twisting over the forest in grand loops. Each passing butterfly receives a quick snap of ivory teeth, one even falls shattered to the earth. Kirin spits a piece of the creatures thin wing from his mouth with a smile, his tongue moving the paper thin fragment with a practiced swipe.

    Summer is pleasant and he welcomes the heat, soon enough he will be subject to the bitter winds of the coast that winter brings- but not today. Today he can enjoy the warm currents of air that help lift him, he can relish the warmth of the sun as it adds a sheen to his thistle colored coat. His scent is light yet musky, a heavy aroma of salt from the sea waters of his home permeates him, as well as the inkling metallic twinge of iron- but only just.

    He is content to snap at insects and passing birds, snatching a feather from a fleeing jay with a laugh, below his eyes spot something new though- thus ends his game of chase.

    She's too hard to miss, patterns of crimson and emerald tracing in chaos over her skin. Even through the trees she is a beacon and he curves downward, catching a thick branch where he roosts like an over-sized eagle. Kirin's nose twitches as he takes her in, repulsed by the colors and the way they clash to his eyes. What was such a gross little imp doing out here on her lonesome? he wonders, mind ticking like a bomb.

    He whistles shrilly from his perch, not at all trying to hide, instead he crouches ready to spring from his loft.

    Soaring sadist of Silver Cove


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    #2
    it's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
    Maybe she is destined to be sought out by those with darkness in their heart. If she was older, perhaps she would see this as a reflection of herself; darkness is drawn to her as she radiates the darkness.
    But this is not something she thinks of - she is too young, and she still believes that these terrible things happen simply because she is unfortunate.

    She walks alone through the forest, half-heartedly looking for her protector or her mother, her ears always pricked for the sounds of the monster (she is lucky that the only monster she has thus far encountered cannot sneak up on her so easily (she is also lucky that she still only believes she has met one monster to date - soon that mirror will shatter)).

    She isn’t alone for long.

    Her dark eyes are drawn to a noise, a lavender horse with wings and a cold gaze. She wills herself out of sight, and her body responds briefly; the red-and-green filly blinks out of sight for a second, and then she loses her grip. But it is a start - she allows herself a few moments of pride before she turns her attention to the stallion that hovers above her, ready to pounce; a light purple sword of Damocles.

    She is no longer that stubborn, defiant girl; but nor is she easy to bend and to break. She turns her whole body, lifts her head up, sets a hard look upon her face that she hopes looks strong but really looks lost (that’s how she is, though, that’s what she wants to be and what others see in her). “Who are you?” she says, a million more questions settling behind her teeth, desperate to be asked but unlikely to ever see the air (she can already sense that there is darkness coming).
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    ew i don't even with this. sorry<33
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    #3

    HE'S SO TALL, HANDSOME AS HELL
    HE'S SO BAD, BUT HE DOES IT SO WELL


    Oh she shouldn’t have.

    Kirin can not help but be drawn to those that are unique, to those that posses the quirks and magics that filter through bloodlines. She winks out of sight, his game already up, his anger flared at such power because she is a ruiner of fun. Not at all for long though, it is as brief as her stint on this earth and he smiles tidings of play not at all lost.

    His fine head tilts, more avian than horse in his mannerisms, musing on her words, her question. From his treetop roost he flutters downward, pinching the earth beneath him, wings spread wide like a parachute. “Who am I”? he breathes, sending tendrils of smoke and perfume to his words. Some would envy Kirin’s charm but those who knew better would turn away from it.

    Ah but we like the bad boys don’t we, deep down? The ones that make us feel dirty and used and magnificent all at once. Like we are the only star in their universe, the only woman to ever feel their embrace and the tantalizing perfection that it is. The ones that make you give in, give them what they want and even when they leave you wish them back. If they ever asked again you would oblige because your mouth waters at the thought of that ecstasy once more.

    “You should know me, even an ugly thing such as yourself. I am Kirin” Awfully proud of his name, as though it means something and to some it already means everything. The Cove had steadily gained momentum in the world beneath his leadership, now they sat in a heady position for a herd, allied with both their Mother Kingdom as well as the Chamber.

    “What do they call you little mess, hmmm?” He can’t help that her colors clash in such a way that he finds distracting and muddied, no matter how brightly the tones shone. They were too much in either direction, nothing like the neutral way Capture’s silver blended to emerald.

    Soaring sadist of Silver Cove
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