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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


    .:Fallen Angel:.
    #6

    She was a mess of ebony mane and emotions; her eyes a wildfire, unpredictable and equally as disastrous. The winged stallion was unsure how to act in the situation. Just when he thought he was learning to piece together the rubix cube that was the mind of a mare, they just made it that much harder. She danced, tried to lure him in again. She needed to realise he was no going anywhere. This was, after all, his land, and she was also, his.

    He made that known to her the moment she stepped foot here, and she accepted that, she also acknowledged that if she gave him what he wanted, he would give her that in return. He was not a loving steed, there was no tenderness in his heart; he'd wrapped it up, the deadened thing, and left it inside, beating shallow, non-existent beats. He was not a steed capable of that emotion, not anymore, he was guarding it. But he could care. He could care for his harem's safety, he could care for their needs. but he was a man after all and he was equally as selfish as them. He had needs that needed fulfilling. And they accepted that when they came here, when he gave them a home.

    "Pet, you spin fantastic tales in your head, of a golden knight in armour. I am neither a fantasy or a knight, I am your master, I am your nightmare." he held her gaze and then added with a dark chuckle, "Of course, a beautiful one at that."

    Her touch made him electric yet he craned his neck away, brushed his lips over her pelt, nudged away the dust that marred her ebony skin, and unravelled her knotted mane. He crept closer, his eyes aglow, his lips breathing hot, harsh breath into her ear. They were alone, she was like putty in his fingers.

    "You give me everything, you say? But Pet, what is it you can give me? You give me sons come next Spring, you give me a bloodline to carry on my Hell. You give me Daughters who will taint the earth with their beauty. But would it come to giving your blood for me?" his words are cold, harsh almost, but the song in his voice is deeply haunting. "For I will spill blood for you if it came to it."

    • tyrael x amnesia • wings, invisibility • alpha of gemstone ridge •
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    .:Fallen Angel:. - by BrokenStar - 06-02-2015, 01:37 PM
    RE: .:Fallen Angel:. - by Nier - 06-02-2015, 02:03 PM
    RE: .:Fallen Angel:. - by BrokenStar - 06-02-2015, 02:38 PM
    RE: .:Fallen Angel:. - by Nier - 06-03-2015, 02:54 AM
    RE: .:Fallen Angel:. - by BrokenStar - 06-03-2015, 07:54 AM
    RE: .:Fallen Angel:. - by Nier - 06-04-2015, 01:39 PM



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