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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


    it was a blood-soaked feast that never ceased || any
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    Modicum Mortem has always had a sick fascination with pain, with death, with destruction. Whether it be his own or that of someone else’s, it always peaked the foreboding curiosity that simmered within him. He stares at Maugrim, at the possessive look in the stallion’s eye as the clown approaches his festering bed of water. A smile is stifled as he wonders what power Maugrim was hiding beneath the murky surface of his skin.

    “Mortem,” He offers back, although he is sure the finisher is already aware of this. Ice eyes are staring into the water now, threatening the other stallion with invasion of his home (this is what he wants though, to reveal his true self). But just as Mortem goes to dip his maw into the pond, he notices the black shadow that should be where Maugrim’s legs are. “For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one...” He murmurs, staring back into the abyss that was the finisher’s eyes. “Show me death.”

    @[Maugrim]

    OOC: So this is Morty saying “I want to see your powers” lmfao. You can ALMOST kill him but don’t actually kill him. xD Permission for Maugrim to do what he does best Wink
     

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    RE: it was a blood-soaked feast that never ceased || any - by Modicum Mortem - 04-23-2018, 10:12 AM



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