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    COTY

    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


    cat scratch fever { VANQUISH, RHY, ANGUISETTE, ANY }
    #1

    Dawn had risen, the sky was painted with pale hues of yellow and blue, a stark contrast to the black Amazon woman. She was still a little down, her home still not back to it's former lush glory. She wondered how long it was going to take before the jungle rejuvenated itself. She was longing her favorite to climb up and hide in, sadly the fires had burnt it to a crisp, one jump on that and she would end up going through it. Was a shame, but it was over now, and there was nothing she could do about speeding the regrowth, so she was just going to have to move on.

    But, her mind was at ease now, she had left the humid jungle late in the night.

    Her pace was steady, but not slow, her light green eyes taking in the changing landscape. She was not used to this at all. The once hydrated soil  had now slowly turned into a soft dry sand. The pines and other lush green foliage that she knew so well had become more sparse, and soon there were none in sight.

    She made it.

    Naga was intrigued.

    "So....this is the Deserts huh?"

    She was here on business of course. After the battle, she had seen no trace of Rhy or Anguisette. This worried her, since of course they were her Amazonian sisters, also, Rhy was almost like a mother figure to her. The same mare that welcomed young runaway Naga into the Amazons years ago. She had hoped, after searching the other kingdoms with her fellow sisters, that she would find Rhy, and Anguisette.

    She did not know where the Desert kingdom's boarder was, since she was new to this part of Beqanna, but she was not going to try to look any further, for fear of accidentally intruding. She was not the kind to try to start disputes.

    So she waited there, her body relaxed, though her skin was starting to ache. Being used to the humidity of the jungle made it hard for her to withstand the dry heat of the Deserts.

    Jeez, if I move, I am afraid my body will shatter.

    Hopefully by the end of this visit she will not have to be brought back home in little china-like pieces.      

    naga

    the jungle panther of atrox and shadowmere

    #2



    The smell of the Jungle comes carried upon the back of the dawn-winds that stroked his shadow-black skin and whispered its discovered treasures into his tufted ear. He had neither seen nor sought Lagertha or her Amazons since the end of the War of Ravens – mostly out of respect to give his allied kingdom time to recuperate and salve their wounds. The Amazons were proud, too proud – some old tongues would say, and the Nightwalker had known too many Jungle Queens not to know better than to jostle their pride by coming knocking when their door wasn’t all the way on its hinges. But the other part, well, that was more personal – he had too much veneration for Lagertha to lie to her for his son.

    The draft steps into the sky with an ease that is unnatural for a creature of his size, the glow of a Deserts’ dawn casting a bloodied hue across his flesh when he settles in the sand before her. Although the black mare is a stranger to the king, she carries the scent of years of fidelity with her. A dragon-wing unfurls from his great side, welcoming her across the border, “Welcome to the Deserts,” he thunders, a giant’s grin crossing his lips despite the inevitability of the question that was surely to come, “and who might you be?”

    Is Rhy here?


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    vanquish

    black king of the deserts





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