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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 can feel your halo
    #4

    I tried to sell my soul last night
    Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite

    If pressed, Ashhal would have to grudgingly admit that Tarian had made it to his Not Least Favorite list because he wasn’t an idiot, didn’t chatter like an idiot, and largely left him to his own devices. Of course, he would have to be extremely pressed before he admitted to any such thing. And right now, with the sun beating down on them and the other pegasus standing quietly to the side, he’s not feeling pressed at all.

    At least until he does start chattering (though maybe chattering is a strong word for it).

    Scowl twisting across his features, Ashhal pops his eye open to glare, only to have to squint against the sun. A fact that serves to deepen the scowl. So instead he snorts his derision at Tarian’s apology. He knows damned well the other stallion is not sorry.

    With a grunt, Ashhal shifts until he is able to push himself into a sternal position. This is done for the sole purpose of allowing Ashhal to fix his dark eyes on the interloper and glare much more effectively. He might not be an expert at friendly banter, but he recognizes sarcasm when he hears it.

    When the silence that follows is broken by Tarian’s brusque question, Ashhal grunts again. Twitching the skin along his back, he settles his wings more comfortably before clipping out an equally gruff “Fine.” Whether it’s fine or not is irrelevant of course. It could be putrid with infection and he’d still say it’s fine. Which would be the truth as far as he was concerned. Even if it killed him, he wouldn’t fucking stay dead. Gods, wouldn’t that be the day.

    Rather abruptly, Ashhal shifts, wings flaring as he heaves himself to his feet. If he ‘accidentally’ clipped the other pegasus, well, he shouldn’t have been standing that damned close, should he? A brief, rough shake releases a cloud of dust before he finally settles his wings against his side once more. Facing the other stallion with a hard stare, he finally asks, “What the hell do you actually want?”

    No use beating around the bush. He doesn’t have the patience for it anyway.



    @[Tarian]


    Messages In This Thread
    i can feel your halo - by Tarian - 05-15-2021, 12:41 PM
    RE: i can feel your halo - by Ashhal - 05-19-2021, 09:09 AM
    RE: i can feel your halo - by Tarian - 05-22-2021, 05:35 PM
    RE: i can feel your halo - by Ashhal - 05-25-2021, 09:36 AM
    RE: i can feel your halo - by Tarian - 05-30-2021, 03:11 PM
    RE: i can feel your halo - by Ashhal - 06-03-2021, 10:13 AM
    RE: i can feel your halo - by Tarian - 06-09-2021, 01:53 PM
    RE: i can feel your halo - by Ashhal - 06-11-2021, 09:05 AM
    RE: i can feel your halo - by Tarian - 06-11-2021, 07:54 PM
    RE: i can feel your halo - by Ashhal - 06-15-2021, 09:41 AM



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