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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


    he drank my past, like the finest of wines // Aodhan
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    Aodhán

    The spotted mare doesn't look healthy - doesn't look recognizable, doesn't look like she recognizes him either. He knows he has seen her somewhere before, but he just can't get his thoughts behind the what, where or how in the moment; distracted by her sickness, and his deep-rooted fear of catching it again, he is so very tempted to become a rock, mist, or really anything that wouldn't be able to catch it.

    But then he remembers she is not Noah in battle with him, and she needs help. And he has been Cured. It should be okay and if it isn't... well he supposes going to Noah is still an option. So, he takes a deep breath, nods to himself, and comes closer. She finally starts to speak when he does, hoarse and croaked, but yes... Tephra. Tephra is a good idea. They have healing waters, and the queen is supposed to be a magician, right? "Oh-kay." He still hesitates, but then he swallows. He wouldn't want to be left behind either... "Oh, no you don't!" he almost shouts, surprised when she takes wobbly steps towards the meadow. Not for the life of him - they can't take the risk! Not with children, and pregnant mares, and elderly in there grazing... no, definitely not. "We're going to fly. Hold on. Stay there."

    A large, golden dragon is the largest shape he's ever taken. Usually he is smaller, but right now, he needs a broad back and even broader wingspan. Besides, scaly shapes are a bit of his specialty - that and winged ones, which happens to be a fitting combination. The spotted male grows; his spots grow larger and larger until they take up more of him than his white patches, which slowly disappear; scales grow where hair was before, and large emerald eyes look down on the ill-looking mare on the ground. His tail lashes, a brilliant sweep through the grass until he holds it out right before her. His transformation skill allows him to do one more thing normal dragon shifters wouldn't be able to - his tail becomes a stairs, made of white and gold marble, all the way up his spine to a place nested between the wings. "Can you get on, or should I carry you?"

    from the ashes a fire shall be woken


    @[Warlight] say hello to the dragon-stairs lol
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    RE: he drank my past, like the finest of wines // Aodhan - by Aodhan - 07-14-2020, 01:15 PM



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