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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


    anyone;
    #1
    She spun the stars on her fingernails
    Why does the coast seem so different without him? His scent has faded and the sound of his voice has silenced. She has stood on the rocky ledge with searching eyes, but she would never admit to looking for him. The truth of her wants – her needs – are masked behind a face of steel and a fortified mind. There are days that she even tries to hide the truth from herself.

    No distractions, she tries to tell herself.

    But her self-given advice is still not enough to halt her casual search for him. Pebbles tumble down the path as she picks her way downhill until she is once again on the sandy shore. She rounds the corners of their home as though patrolling the invisible borders, but her mind is still hungrily reaching for his scent, his voice, his shadowed image. Her quiet desperation even leads her to the mouth of his cave where she peers in hopefully only to find it abandoned. ”Where the fuck…” she whispers through gritted teeth before pivoting and expanding her exploration to farther points of Nerine.

    Nayl’s patrol takes hours. What began early in the morning has trudged along until the nearing sunset. Shades of scarlet drench the Cliffside and the dunes. An entirely new face plays across their home as it prepares for nightfall. Vivid reds, oranges, and yellows paint her skin when she once again reaches the ledge, her fiery eyes staring across the calmed sea. Miles out, the current seems so gentle and serene. It lulls her and, for a fleeting moment, distracts her from Stillwater (oh, the irony of his name with their ocean.)

    Much to her dismay, however, Nayl is ripped from her tranquility by the crashing of water on the beach. The swirling and turbulence of nature brings him back to mind, reminds her of how dangerous they are together, and yet requiring of each other. With a snarl on her lips and anger boiling in her blood, Nayl turns away from the ocean and stares blankly toward the barren dunes.



    Nayl
    covet and myrina's creation




    This is so shitty, but I suck at beginning posts, and Nayl is just an angry pants right now


    Messages In This Thread
    anyone; - by Nayl - 01-07-2017, 01:21 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Djinni - 01-07-2017, 02:19 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Nayl - 01-07-2017, 02:52 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Djinni - 01-07-2017, 09:40 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Nayl - 01-08-2017, 09:19 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Djinni - 01-11-2017, 02:13 PM
    RE: anyone; - by Nayl - 01-13-2017, 10:47 PM



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