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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


    [open]  for when the wolves are silent; any
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    Leaving Pangea was a rarity for the cursed being he has become.  He much enjoyed the vast emptiness.  The lack of foliage was probably his most favorite thing.  Though he did miss the thrill of watching the leaves wither to dust before his eyes.  And so today he travels.

    He doesn't travel far, as it is winter and he dislikes the season so very much.  The cold being what he is referring too, not the way the land seemingly has turned into the same wasteland as Pangea.  Though here it is promised that as spring returned, so would life.

    He has almost felt no symptoms of his sickness the last few days.  It was promising that he was recovering from the dark magic raising Pangea required.  It could also be said that stealing his mother health had put him on the fast track to recovery.  True or not, his cough does not spatter blood on the pure snow he has began to cross.

    It wasn't long before he hears voices.  With an ear turned towards the sound, he stops to mull over who could be lingering.  It doesn't take more than a minute for his mind to decide his bodies path, and so he turns to head for the sound.

    As he nears he can see two dark forms.  One slightly more hidden than the other as she takes shelter against a tree.  His mottled face rises to allow the wind to identify them.  A stallion and a mare.  One interests him more than the other, but it is the studs words that have him drawing closer.

    His lips part with a wicked kind of grin, "Surely it is not all that terrible." Crimson eyes move to examine the mare that sits so plainly against the winter wonderland, "Don't let him fill your head with rumors, Miss."  The plague was real, as real as they are, but it wasn't the beast everyone claimed it to be.  

    His gaze flickers to the stallion briefly as now he nears the mare -turning to seat himself beside her- eyes gauging her reaction to his close proximity.  Be it hostile or welcoming, it would not matter to him.  He had one mission here and that was to claim her for his own.

    Zain
    ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS


    @[Elle Belle] @[Chemdog] I TOTALLY forgot I had Zain that would totally pick up random chicks in the field lol
    *Be Warned*
    Possesses health transference
    and may steal your health.
    //Blight-Undead Appearance-Fire Mimicry-Fire Immunity-Health Transference-Shadows\\
    Fire Mimicry- Glowing, Radiant Heat (warm to burning), Aesthetic Smoke
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    for when the wolves are silent; any - by Katarina - 11-14-2018, 11:05 PM
    RE: for when the wolves are silent; any - by Zain - 11-28-2018, 03:19 PM



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