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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


    Oh, What fickle flame
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    lupei

    What the truth is, I can't say anymore

    He’s not at home when the monstrosity occurs. He’d been out, doing what he promised he would do when he left the Kingdom meeting. The low-ranking member of the Chamber had been doing his duty, as he was commanded to do. But War waits for no man. The black wolf stares upwards, watching something occur that he’d only heard of. The Chamber is ablaze, and he can see it from miles away, lighting the sky even though the sun is still high on her throne. A creature to match her brilliance flaps mighty wings in the sky, roaring her threat to Straia and all the Chamberlings. He feels … different. A sound behind him has his head whipping away from the attack and to the forest around him. A creature floats through the branches, burning as it goes. A raven, wreathed in blue flames.

    He does not wait. He runs, keeping his wolf form. Through the great forests and past the herdlands, sweat gathering between his legs. The raven caws, sparks flicking behind its tail and landing softly against his back. He is a horse with purpose, with order. He will stop for no being, alive or dead. A smile curves along his lips, and his eyes narrow, watching as the landscape changes to rise before him and grow ever thicker, ever hotter. He has reached his destination. With a release he’s never had the pleasure of feeling before, he lights himself - a wolf covered in white-hot flames that spread like a carpet beneath him. The raven darts ahead, wings spreading wide to extend its own flames.

    The fire has no limits, no boundaries. It grows and it rages - a flame that melts and spares no mercy. The Jungle retaliates, birds fly from above, creatures attack from his sides. But he is flame, and they are flesh, and only one can win. Those who are within have time to escape, to retaliate, if they see the flame coming. It spreads like a wildfire with a life of its own, fed by the horse who now makes a cry of battle. “The Chamber sends her regards!” He screams, and then circles before taking his exit to leave the flame to her work. The raven will stay behind, spreading the chaos until nothing is left.



    ooc: wildfire out of control in the Jungle! Happy war times! <3


    Messages In This Thread
    Oh, What fickle flame - by Lupei - 02-25-2016, 02:45 PM
    ALL AMAZONS. - by prague - 02-25-2016, 03:48 PM
    RE: Oh, What fickle flame - by Vineine - 02-25-2016, 04:32 PM
    RE: Oh, What fickle flame - by Joscelin - 02-25-2016, 05:22 PM
    RE: Oh, What fickle flame - by Lyris - 02-25-2016, 11:22 PM
    RE: Oh, What fickle flame - by Aoi - 02-29-2016, 06:23 PM



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