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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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    show them the joy and the pain and the ending; Briella, any Nerine residents
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    She has never been a woman to second guess her decisions. And this one least of all. She had done what had needed doing. She has never been one to ask permission, and for this she had needed none. For the good Nerine, it’s people, for those she loves and calls her own, she would do it again without second thought. Breckin would forgive her her or she wouldn’t, but that was not her largest concern in this moment.

    It does not take Woolf long to arrive, heeding her summons with more alacrity than she had expected. She would not quibble with it, however. They could both stand to gain from what she had to offer.

    Leilan is there, however. Interrupting before she can make her response. She eyes the draconic stallion with a raised brow before shrugging faintly. “We’ll make do, Leilan.”

    As they always do.

    Her lips quirk into a faint smile at Woolf’s complaint. If the choice had been aught else, she would’ve gladly chosen a place with more warmth. She had been born to the Deserts, after all, and is not made for these harsh, icy climes. But she is also not given to complaint, merely accepting the icy chill for what it is. Still, she gladly accepts the warmth he offers.

    Her features quiet with his final request, blue eyes shifting to him with a hardened intensity. They could be beneficial to one another, she and him. She knows enough of his odd magic to know how valuable she could be to him. And she would leverage that value if she must. She would not fool herself into believing he would do it from the goodness of his heart, or even for the good of Nerine for that matter. He is too much like her in that respect

    “I think we could come to a mutually beneficial agreement Woolf,” she begins evenly, holding his gaze. “You know the power you could have from my blood. And it could be yours when you need it, for the duration of this plague, so long as you do me one small favor.” She smiles faintly then, though it does nothing to warm the stillness of her features. “By healing those I ask you to heal.”

    i see your sins
    and i want to set them free

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    RE: show them the joy and the pain and the ending; Briella, any Nerine residents - by Heartfire - 11-03-2018, 04:03 PM



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