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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


    Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't
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    I am heaven sent, don't you dare forget
    It doesn't take long, then again, it never does. Hardly before the can blink, she's attracted prey. This one, rather interesting on the eyes. She grins, her eyes tracing up and down his frame. Purple, on a man. How peculiar. He looks young to her, then again most men she attracts are the young and the eager. The ones who want to make a name for theirselves, find a string of mares to call their herd. As he dances toward her, Entendu expression becomes stoic. After all, she generally enjoys the advantage of the first move. A nip on her rump and she shakes her whole body, with no indication of if it's out of pure enjoyment or pure annoyance. She's fickle that way.

    The onyx female plays the uninterested card. Besides, he does seem quite young and she is not keen on dealing with children. Presumptuous of her to assume his maturity? Yes. Did she care? No. As far as she was concerned it was her way or the high way, although the constant grazes on her body were nothing to complain about. Physical attention was the best kind of attention. Finally, she parts her lips to speak.

    "You're damn right I'm pretty." She smirks, her heavy lashes batting. "Who are you, kiddo?"


    Entendu




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    RE: Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't - by Entendu - 07-31-2016, 02:02 PM



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