Gold shone as the sun beamed down on the two, leaving reflections on the rock walls around them.
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"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
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05-02-2019, 03:15 PM
Lord Maoz " YOU WILL HEAR ME ROAR "
The winds blew through white wisps of hair as the monolithic being moved through the canyon, his stature towering over the pebbles below him. The only noise recognizable out of the wind was the soft humming of the small moon above his head as it rotated. Aloysius plodded behind him, giving a soft growl to the blowing winds that whipped his mane around. The white lion was not a fan of the cold breeze, and he greeted the weather with a grimace. Lord Maoz shook his head dismissively, enjoying the mineral scent the air delivered. Gold shone as the sun beamed down on the two, leaving reflections on the rock walls around them. |
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