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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


    how much heartache can we take, without hanging from the tallest tree? ANY
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    The smell is what hits me first. The twang of metallic on the winter breeze. Dry, clammy with the last remnants of life. That smell, it clings to my nostrils and makes my lips curl in disdain. Those sharp memories stab me like steel daggers, the doors in my mind are thrown open with the billowing gusts of frostbitten winds. The bare walls peel, the deadened, forgotten floor rumbles with a monster, deep, deep inside. The monster raises it's ugly head. A claw, a hand, it shifts through the encompassing floorboards of my mind, and my body feels numb, as though every nerve has frozen in place.

    He groans. A daring, monstrous sound that rattles me to the very marrow of my bones. The claw curls, ugly talons into my mind and holds me there, forcing me to look at the crimson beads flutter through the air, the deadened carcass land at my feet. The talons keep my head in place, my eyes wide open to fully observe the torn flesh, white bone and peach pulp sinew that has been torn apart. I feel the quiver in my stomach, it rises like acid to my throat, burning all the way. The monster inside, he forces me to look, to remember. and oh, I remember.

    Blood. Red everywhere. What used to be green was now a landscape of bloody rivulets. Flesh, it stank, decay and rot, maggots and flies. The field had become a graveyard, bone atop bone, flesh upon flesh. I walked through them, picked my way through the debris of what used to be family. friends. My hear tears with every wayward glance. A boy my own age, we had played, gotten lost in the trees for hours. His head lay mangled, ears torn and eyes gouged. The piercing cry flooded my ears, made my spine taut and tingle with every little bit of fear. My skin ran with gooseflesh as I stood bolt upright, my eyes finding the source. The blackened beast, a monster. Eyes as red as the crimson rivers. Scars running over him, prizes won, tales to tell. He meets me with a cruel smirk, and that toothy grin haunts me. It haunts my dreams, it chases me in the shadows. All I see is teeth and blood. torn flesh and bone. Pain. everything is pain. Ruin, all is ruined. and it was my fault, Reuen ruined somehow...

    The flesh, the bone, it lies mangled at my hooves. the corpse forgotten, as those that lined the battlefield. My eyes tear from the mangled corpse, my body now becoming a shaking shell of chocolate skin. Bones rattling, taut against scarred skin. Hollowed orbs finding the leaves, the way they swayed in the wind, he smelt of death, decay. The monster within and the monster back then. 'You found me.' I whisper, my teeth chattering, my skin rampant with gooseflesh, my matted tendrils taken by the wind. I shake, I shake until my knees bend and bow and I totter. He gawks at me, those dark, dark eyes. No. He's found me, the shadow, the shadow has found me. He stinks of death, he is death and he throws the offering, a sacrifice before me.

    I'm next. I'm next.

    I bow then, my legs buckling, my shivering uncontrollable. 'The shadows eat the land. The land eats the bodies. Graves. So many graves. Bones. Bone upon bone. Flesh atop flesh. Blood. So much blood.' My teeth grate together, an awful sound. I peel my gaze from the small mammal (or what looked to have once been a small mammal) to look upon the spotted mare. Her voice breaks my babbling lips, my faraway glazed eyes. 'They never leave. They leave when the heart stops it's beat. The flesh stripped from bone. until the grass runs red. Until the grass runs red.'

    Reuen
    the little ruined girl
    resident of the gates


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    RE: how much heartache can we take, without hanging from the tallest tree? ANY - by Reuen - 07-26-2015, 01:10 PM



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