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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


    [private]  I'm in the space between the spaces; Castile
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    SOCHI

    Seeing him falter should be enough to give her pause. Enough to make her regret the callous edge of her words, but she is too far gone now to backtrack. He had been the one to drag Nikolaus into this. He had been the one to turn it on her. He was the reason that they were even in this mess and if there was fault to be shared among them, her arrogance keeps her from claiming even a piece of it. Instead she continues to walk away, only pulling up short when he physically moves to block her.

    Fury tears through her, pounding against her chest and blinding her. She shifts without thinking, the body of prey melting into her more predatorial form. It’s not an even match. She knows that. Knows that a tiger can’t take on a dragon but she’s never been one to back down from a fight and she refuses to back down now. He would overcome her in the end, but she would do as much damage as she could before then—and the resolve flashes across her feline face as her lips peel back and a snarl rips through her.

    “So now what, Castile?” She throws his name out again, leaning back to stare at him in his reptilian eyes, her face hard and impassive. “You shatter our relationship and then chain me here to make me watch the ruins? Would you like me to raise your young with other women? Play midwife to your latest treasure?”

    Her claws dig into the soil beneath her, flexing with her anger.

    Part of her wants to launch at him. Wants to sink her teeth into whatever scaled part of him she can reach but there is enough of her still rational enough to withhold, to stay still—vibrating with rage but not directing the inertia in his direction. “Do you think so little of me that you could have whatever you wish and I am not afforded the same?” She squares her shoulders. “You acted as a dragon. Hoarded your gold. Don’t walk back on it now. Go and claim your prize.” She ignores the ache that spreads in her, the weakness of her want—the pain that would turn her fury soft on her tongue. “Let me go.”

    she said a war ain't a war before both sides bleed



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    RE: I'm in the space between the spaces; Castile - by sochi - 01-29-2020, 06:15 PM



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