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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


    someone else's gain will be my loss, ghaul
    #12

    do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?

    When the woman comes closer, snapping her own teeth, he has the audacity to step closer. Let her bite him. Let her try to pierce the armored scaling of his throat and find how weak she is against him. His smile is all crooked little fangs that peek from behind his lips and he laughs when she says she’ll pick him clean. It thrills him to enrage her, and his giggling comes out with no rhythm or pattern to it. It changes every second like he has no idea how his own laugh should sound. When Gospel is caught in her father’s grasp, his head turns to watch.

    His blood boils beneath his skin and flames lick out between his teeth, up his lips and face as he snarls in Bethlehem’s direction. But the girl is quick to kick him and free herself, returning to the boy’s embrace where he hugs her tight with a webbed wing. The woman is commanding against and the dragon child finds the sound of her voice grating, unbearable any longer.

    You are worth less than rat shit,” he spits, watching her heat signature with disgust and curled lips. “I will crush even your memory. Everyone will fear to even whisper your name because I will chew out their tongues for it!

    His thin tail whips back and forth, clawed little feet digging into the dirt as he prepares to face her. He has decided that Gospel belongs to him now, that she is his prize for this entire ordeal, and he is not keen to release his treasure. Ghaul curls his head over her neck and keeps his teeth bared as he watches her parents now. Would they die slow, like Bible, or would they wilt all at once if he tore at their throats? What does a last breath sound like, on the outside?

    Gospel is free now. Get away from us or I swear you’ll die slow and alone,” he says, and the irony is lost on him that she has simply switched hands now. But she is his glittering little jewel, his priceless treasure to keep down in his lair until he’s bored of her. None of the details really matter much at all.

    ghaul

    @[gospel] @[adna]
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    RE: someone else's gain will be my loss, ghaul - by ghaul - 10-14-2019, 08:46 PM



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