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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


    ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS [Yggdrasil]
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    They days have drawn out since his last fix.  The wounds of his undead self begin to pus and ooze.  Dried blood collects around his ghostly face from a hacking cough he cannot shake.  Not without health from another.  Though it has lightened somewhat, since the murder of Rhonen and release of the plague.  Still he stalks the borders, looking for any who dare cross into unfamiliar territory.  Whether it be curiousity or just plain stupidity, he didn't care.  But none where truly safe here...

    His large mass travels south, red eyes looking to the mountains of Hyaline.  It is one of the kingdoms that have fallen sick and quiet.  He wonders just who lingers there and if there are any who have succumbed to the disease.  It makes him grin with a wicked twitch of lip.  But he need health, not sickness.  So he awaits the arrival of someone who has remained untouched by the pestilence.

    With a shift of his eyes he see something dark walking the borders. Lost perhaps.  The sight tempts him to quicken his pace and close in on his prey.  Every stride bringing him closer and every stride reaching his abilities to test the purity of this creature.  

    He finds they are quite tasty as he nibbles on the edges of their health, but he doesn't do more than that.  No he wanted to play with his prey.  He wanted to look them in the eye as they withered beneath his powers and return to the kingdom what is Hers. Magic, Blood, Life.

    But what he finds upon further investigation is that there is more than just one unstained life in the shadows.  The threads of his magic wraps around two smaller souls that accompany the larger form.  He finds something different within them, something familiar as he allows himself a lick of their health.

    This confuses him and with it he calls out in a rough voice, "Who dares to enter the Dark Gods kingdom?" His large profile tucks to his chest as his body collects and works into a canter.  Approaching them with threatening posture and flaring nostrils, he slides to a halt just before colliding with the mare.  Crimson eyes searching her face and finding it is a distant memory.  He couldn't mistake the weaved flowers in her mane or the black of her coat as anyone but the girl sleeping in the Taiga forest.  Though her name does not register and his posture does not soften with familiarity, she could just as well be any trespasser that crosses into the kingdom and shall suffer the same fate.  Not even children were safe from his grasp...

    Zain
    ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS


    @[Yggdrasil] If you don't have time or muse for a long thread we can shorten this up with some powerplay.  Feel free to interpret Zain however Smile
    *Be Warned*
    Possesses health transference
    and may steal your health.
    //Blight-Undead Appearance-Fire Mimicry-Fire Immunity-Health Transference-Shadows\\
    Fire Mimicry- Glowing, Radiant Heat (warm to burning), Aesthetic Smoke
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