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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


    [private]  I haven't come to say I'm sorry; Karaugh
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    Having just arrived to the Field from a land far far away she slipped into the shadows along the treeline. Dark orbs scanning the terrain for anything of interest... Any one of interest.  She heard him before she seen him.  Stomping about with sharp words.  Her nape twisted to better view the source of all the commotion.  To her surprise it wasn't a dark horse, more rosey red.  Lobes perked in interest content on watching him cuss.  She snickered slightly.  Being herself, cause honestly she's awesome, words slipped from her maw as she stepped from the shadows,
    Who pissed in your oats this morning?! Smooth cackle to her question. Crown cocked and a smirk clean cut across her lips.  Dark orbs appraised him as she neared stepping in his path to cut him off.  Obviously he was a tad perturbed.  It wasn't any of her business to why but maybe she could make it a tad less sucky.  Ah yes that's what she could do. 
    Tell me how I could make your day a bit better?  She didn't brush against him like she would have Stillwater.  She didn't know this one.  She let the slight distance play between them.  Her scent played enough.  The temptress awaited his wish...
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    RE: I haven't come to say I'm sorry; Karaugh - by Karaugh - 01-28-2017, 10:21 PM



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