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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
    #4

    There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.

    She had known it was coming. She had known it was coming for a long time. She just didn’t think that she would be sleeping when it did.

    The jungle is always filled with noise, but it is the shrieking that wakes her up. The constant chatter is something she had long since grown used to, but when the animal cries increase in octave and intensity, she is startled into wakefulness.

    It is too late though, the flames are already licking at the small nest she had made for herself. She scrambles to her feet as her golden gaze widens in alarm. Now that she is standing, she can feel the heat, taste the smoke upon her tongue. The fissures scoring her skin begin to glow as the light within her responds to her rising emotion.

    Fuck! How the hell had this happened? What the hell is wrong with her that she hadn’t noticed it right away? Fury replaces alarm even as the blue flames lick closer, reaching greedily for her cracked skin. In a sudden burst, light pours from her skin as flames spark and cinders fly. The brilliant white light explodes outwards, eating carelessly through everything in its path. In no time at all, a ten foot clearing radiates outwards from her, fire extinguished and rich brown loam exposed.

    She smiles grimly at the carnage surrounding her. Fire cannot burn what isn’t there. Bursting up into the sky, she reaches safety just as she hears the desperate call go out. Come now or drown, it says. Well, fortunately for her, she can escape drowning fairly easily. Still, she heeds the call.

    Prague is there, calling for the sisters to protect the kingdom. She lands near the gray mare with a thump, teeth gritting as her eyes flash angrily. Though she does not know for sure, she has a strong feeling she knows who the party responsible for such destruction is. And if it’s true, she wants to be there when the Jungle hands them their asses.

    ”I’ll help where I can, but if it’s the Chamber that’s responsible for this, I will be joining whoever goes after them.”

    Joscelin

    Tiphon x Elysteria

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    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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