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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


    i am a lost boy from neverland; any
    #4

    I was in the darkness; so the darkness I became.


    As the last of the lightning disappeared over the horizon, so did the adrenaline flooding her veins. The toxic electricity poisoning the sky faded, leaving behind nothing but the heavy after-storm darkness and an eerie calm. Even the stars were able to make an attempt at an appearance, though the lingering storm clouds weren’t so easy to permeate. As the darkness enveloped her, she leaned into its embrace; a cat winding through its masters legs. This was her calling, the place she felt at home- nestled in the shadows, the monster lurking silently under the beds of children.

    She heard the other mares thoughts, and upon expanding her mind, found the creature she called to. It harbored simple thoughts, good thoughts. Topsail did not pry; a simple glimpse told her enough. Instead, she turned her gaze back to the mare with smoldering wings. A small smile tugged at the corner of her satin lips, and for once, it reached up to the tawny brown of her eyes. This mare was like her. She knew it, could feel it in the very marrow of her bones. As the other mare yelled Stay! Topsail laughed a small laugh. “Don’t worry for your sister; I won’t bother her.” Despite the ruthless nature of the raptor, she would not harm the simple girl. Thankfully, she had grown past those animalistic urges.

    The smile still hanging on her mouth, she cocked a hind leg. It was her way of showing the other mare she was no threat; at least, not at the moment. Not that the mare with the burning wings seemed concerned for herself, but she was clearly worried for her sister. “Burnt, it is a pleasure. And Extint.” she said, nodding her head towards the poorly concealed lump in the underbrush. A distant roll of thunder echoed through the night sky and Topsail glanced upwards, noticing on the far horizon another storm brewing in the gathering clouds. “You know, I’ve not met another telepath. You interest me.” Besides Eight, she hadn’t encountered another like her. Nor had she pushed the boundaries of her powers. She had no true idea what all she was capable of. Perhaps now, with another telepath, was the time to push the envelope.



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    i am a lost boy from neverland; any - by burnt - 07-05-2016, 09:53 PM
    RE: i am a lost boy from neverland; any - by Topsail - 07-24-2016, 10:35 PM



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