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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

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    the blight of man, the shame of the divine; any
    Electra
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    10-31-2018, 06:04 PM (This post was last modified: 10-31-2018, 06:10 PM by Electra.)
    Electra

    Everything happened so fast, as if the world obliterated then settled.

    Well fuck.

    Her heart thunders violently in her chest, her body shifting in and out of her living an ghostly form every waking second as she flees Loess. Everything is a blur, the wails of the dead reaching out to her, and the screams of the living in chaos. She's lost. Trapped between two realities as her body shifts back and forth. Please make it stop. 

    Then everything went black.

    She awakes to new surroundings, her body tightly nestled in a small patch of grass enclosed by various wildflowers. Thankfully her shifting has ceased. She rises up, stiffly, her vibrant gaze searching her surroundings, feeling even more lost than before. Where the fuck is everyone? Where am I? Is Bane safe? Her thoughts plague her as she wanders aimlessly through the pampas, violet eyes flickering back and forth until she spots someone familiar yet unacquainted.

    He calls for all them, he calls for her. So the bard of Loess goes forth, expression weary and troubled, her heart still pounding in her chest, her mind flustered. The midnight and pearl women looks to the dappled grey stag, "Where is Wolfbane?" She demands, her tone edged with a knife. "What the fuck just happened." She snaps irritably.

    Like the sweetener you are


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    RE: the blight of man, the shame of the divine; any - by Electra - 10-31-2018, 06:04 PM



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