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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


    [open]  To leave behind a little proof // Any
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    Sabra


    I've stalked off a few paces, head low and snaking. I haven't let the serpentine beast out of my sight, even with my compulsive motion. He's looking at me, and I swear if dragon faces were capable of it, I'd say he looked baffled. The very nerve! My ears haven't lifted more than halfway to their erect position since I'd first sighted him, and the words that drum out from him do nothing to change that. 

    My hind feet strike at the air impotently, more than a little frustrated that I seem to have accomplished next to nothing in my fit of temper. If looks could kill, Leilan should have been stone dead the second he finished his thought. "That's no excuse and you know it!" I snap, glaring him down. "Killing horses does not cure them, that's what healers are for! But you didn't think of that, did you? No! You jumped straight to the thoat ripping!" I huff, stomping into the already churned-up earth beneath me. 

    The burning flag of my tail thrashes the air violently as he tries to shrug off my protests about the nature of my body's keeping. I found myself wishing for fangs or talons or poisonous spines. Some way to express the boiling anger that's melting the pit of my stomach away. "If you're looking for gratitude, you're going to be long disappointed. If I weren't dead in the first place, the vermin would never have even been a concern, would they," my voice has evened out somewhat, a bit raspy from the stress of screaming as hard as I had. It's still dripping with disdain and mistrust, however, something I could manage to do even mute. 

    The eternal wit, never taking a miserable thing seriously, his droll oath only had the effect of making my eyes roll far back. "Gods save me from the promises of dragons," I grumble, jaw tight. Those gods know I've had my fair share of them. My rose pink nostrils flare at the smattering of icy crystals that he blows across me, skin twitching where they land. I'm in the mood to be irritated by every little thing the roan lizard does today, and snotting snowflakes all over me certainly makes the list.

    I wanna be Immortal, like a God in the sky


    I wanna be a silk flower, like I'm never gonna die




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    To leave behind a little proof // Any - by Sabra - 03-02-2020, 09:19 PM
    RE: To leave behind a little proof // Any - by Sabra - 03-12-2020, 08:45 PM



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