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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


    from the ashes, a fire will be woken | any
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    Merida
    from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken
    She can still taste the moisture in the air from the recent rains, intermingled with the briny texture of the salt-sprayed cliffs. Merida continues to watch her for a moment, the fierceness of her gaze carefully calculating each fine bone and muscle that appears on the bay mare. Her studiful gaze is apparent, but it is something she has learned along the way of her life - if you know someone’s weakness, you’ll have the upper hand always, even when it isn’t currently needed. She is not threatened by Wishbone and she is sure that the other woman isn’t threatened by her; but Merida cannot help but store little bits of information in her head, organizing them and sorting them into little slots - like the way that the woman didn’t mind being slathered in mud and dirt, or the bruises that are fading away on her skin, or the signs of a fight that are slowly healing. Not much can be promised from Merida’s inner assumptions (a warrior, perhaps?), but sometimes - just sometimes - there is something more.

    Wishbone smiles, meeting Merida’s gaze fearlessly, and takes a step closer. The dark woman, laced with embers of the deepest red, snorts softly and turns her head over her shoulder, turning to face the cliffs that look out into the wide and misty grey of the stretching ocean. The wind rips at the tangled mass of her flaming tendrils, brushing them away from her face in a cold, wet breath. She does not dismiss Wishbone, though the way she turns from her could easily be perceived in such away.

    Before there was time for Wishbone to consider Merida’s rather stand-offish body language, a single black ear flips back towards the woman, a humorous tone in her voice as it is ripped from her mouth by the wind. “A kingdom ruled by women,” she begins curtly, and though her face remains towards the ocean, her eyes playfully turn their peripherals to the bay behind her, the blackness of her lips curling slightly into a cunning smile. “Is it true?”




    @[wishbone]
    she likes her i promise! <3


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    RE: from the ashes, a fire will be woken | any - by Merida - 05-20-2018, 02:07 PM



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