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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


    for queen and country - anyone
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    The day had started out like any other. That is to say, utterly boring. So he had made the decision to seek out his father. Today, of all days, he had made that decision. It is only now, as he stands near the edge of the kingdom watching it go up in flames, that he realizes that may have been a poor choice.

    What else was a boy to do? He hadn’t seen his mother in ages. It seems the extent of her motherly instinct had been seeing that he survived infancy. Regardless, she had left and he doubted she was coming back. Not that he needed her. He is a perfectly capable young man.

    But he has been so bored.

    Well, it seems this day was going to turn out rather exciting after all. Instead of turning away, as he probably should have, he continues forward. Fire is nothing to him. He controls an element far more wicked than the weak heat of flame anyway. He cuts easily through a path someone had already cleared, bright gray eyes darting curiously about. He does not notice the ash falling upon his coat, nor would he particularly care if he had noticed. His smoky skin is already the color of ash as it is.

    He can hear the fighting in the distance, but he steers clear of that particular piece of mayhem. He has little idea what is actually going on, but he is also fairly certain he does not wish to be in the middle of it. Before long however, he reaches several horses standing in a stiff and ragged circle near another burning tree. This tree seems different, though he can’t quite put his finger (or rather, hoof) on it.

    In any case, it seems as good a place as any to start. He knows his father belongs to this kingdom. Surely he can’t be far.

    Looking at him, his relations would not be obvious. He little resembled either his father or his mother. Still, he is decidedly unconcerned. He is perfectly capable of taking of himself after all. Approaching the trio, he clears his throat. ”Hello, he says, his voice strong and clear despite the flames. ”You seem to be having a bit of trouble here.”

    who am i supposed to be
    if everything good is taken from me?

    astray



    I couldn't help myself :|
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    Messages In This Thread
    for queen and country - anyone - by Shaytan - 02-25-2016, 09:58 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Siberian - 02-25-2016, 11:41 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Astray - 02-26-2016, 12:26 AM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Zayn - 02-26-2016, 06:46 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Kimber - 02-26-2016, 11:19 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Vessel - 02-27-2016, 12:07 AM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Siberian - 02-27-2016, 04:06 AM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Shaytan - 02-27-2016, 06:40 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Zayn - 02-27-2016, 10:46 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Siberian - 02-28-2016, 03:24 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Kimber - 02-28-2016, 11:48 PM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Zayn - 03-06-2016, 01:45 AM
    RE: for queen and country - anyone - by Siberian - 03-06-2016, 07:16 AM



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