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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]  Pink Elephant in the room - Obscene
    #8
    I can see through you, see your true colors
    Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
    He had thought them past this bullshit, to an extent at least. After everything that had happened there had been some sort of foundation built between them, an unsteady layer of trust but trust all the same. A twinge of guilt spasms in his chest for making her stumble but he holds fast in his resolve to put distance between them, not liking whatever game she was playing today. It is the fear in her eyes that makes his own throat dry, the widened whites around her jade iris’s as she stammers over her words. The Cheri he has come to know, come to love, had always been a proud and fearless mare. She had only grown in confidence over the years. It had been a long time since he had seen her afraid and his own muscles tense beneath the golden trails of his shoulders in response.

    Something nags at his mind, something that he had stored away and forgotten, as she looks around with worry and says she’s not feeling well. Something that Cheri had told him before, something important he was suppose to remember. He can’t quite catch the end of that train of thought but it lingers, an annoying presence.

    “I can’t find anything wrong with you.” He counters, stubborn and wary but unable to keep himself from her. It only takes him a few steps to be at her side again, for his muzzle to push away the stray strands of her damp forelock. Dark rubies glitter down at her, searching her face, as the golden spark from his touch slips beneath the part where her throat meets her jaw and scans her again. Comes away with nothing unusual. The snake within begins to writhe and he grits his teeth in response, tries to pacify his own increasing worry as if it might keep the creature at bay. Not now, not now.

    In a rare moment of open affection, his muzzle soothingly runs along her cheek. “What happened last night Cheri?” He asks her quietly, trying his best to keep a lid on his growing temper. If someone had tried to hurt her, if someone had done something to her… He bites at the inside of his cheek in another attempt to quell the rising storm that’s thundering in his chest, unaware of the tell tale sign in his eyes as the pupils narrow to slits. God help the person or creature that had tried to harm her and would face the unrelenting wrath of the snake within. If this was the moment that he lost control for good then so be it. He would grab the world between the scaled limbless coils of his body and squeeze until someone came forward and paid tenfold for ever even thinking of touching a single hair on her head.


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    Pink Elephant in the room - Obscene - by Cheri - 06-11-2021, 07:11 PM
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