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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


    lost to the hunt as I was to you; pyxis, any
    #8

    I was born without this fear


    It has become exceedingly clear that he must put far more planning into any escape he might make than he had. Of course, his childish mind had not considered that there might be consequences to his actions. It’s not something he had ever had to experience before, and so it is understandably alarming to discover that the world is not nearly so safe as he had assumed.

    He would have to be much more careful, he thinks.

    Still, he has too much of his mother (and his father, though he doesn’t know it yet) to give up on his plans just yet. But this experience, at the very least, has taught him caution. Or, it would, once he’s actually had time to consider it. For the moment he has very little thought in his head except relief and residual fear. As the adrenaline begins to wear of his energy wanes with it, the violent shivers wracking his small body subsiding beneath a wave of exhaustion.

    He pays barely any mind to them as they whisper to each, oblivious to their fear and stress over his failed escapade. As is the way of children.

    It isn’t until the words are directed at him at he pays any sort of attention. By that point, the shaking has all but stopped, his fluffed fur begin to settle into a more manageable disarray once again. His wide blue-green eyes turn to Daemron as he addresses him sternly. The pupils that had nearly swallowed his iris’ have begun to shrink, becoming more feline slits once again as he warily eyes the wolf-man.

    For a long moment he stares at him silently. Of course, the wise thing would be to simply agree. But his mother is out there somewhere. What if she needs his help? But, he supposes, for now, he could stay. At least, until he had more time to formulate a better plan. Finally, after a long silence, he lets out a squeaky little mew before settling more comfortably between Pyxis’ ears. His eyes begin to drift wearily closed then, exhausted by his unfortunate mis-adventure. After another moment’s silence, a low purr begins to rumble from his chest, surprisingly audible despite his small size.


    Now only this seems clear

    Lupine


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    RE: lost to the hunt as I was to you; pyxis, any - by Lupine - 11-26-2018, 12:26 PM



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