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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


    [Lirren]
    #3
    Through despair and hope, Through faith and love. Till we find our place, on the path unwinding.

    She is beautifully preoccupied. Her eyes are restless with no fixed point, yet her mind is obviously engaged. A smile curves her seafoam lips like the crescent moon which has just begun to show. He isn’t the romantic type but the faint glimmer of starlight around  her intrigues him, keeping his eye from wandering to another passing mare.  

    He continues to observe her over the blood stain he diligently cleans. When she finally seems to notice him, her look of faint interest causes him to look back to his work. Not out of shyness - but as his next move in the game he hopes they are playing.

    She boldly approaches him just as he had hoped and his satisfaction grows. He can feel the places her eyes touch, their reckless evaluation of his form excites him. He is beautiful, this lion, and he doesn't mind being objectified in the least. Zenith carries on with his work under her roving eye, content to exhibit. I’ll show you whatever you want to see.
    She is so close now, he can smell her sweet herbivores breath and the metallic blood flowing in little rivers just under her skin. So close. These bold mares, how he loves them.

    You missed a spot

    Did he now?
    Hmm he says with exaggerated interest in the spot which she gestured to.  He turns the broad gold paw over inspecting the other side. Cocking a brow he brings his eyes to hers for the first time.

    “I don’t miss.” A half grin reveals his lion’s incisors, white and clean, and his eyes sparkle with a mischief not altogether innocent. He had been born with bravo and confidence, he had aged into his nonchalance.  
    “But, if you say so..." the grin widens into a jagged smile "would you get it for me?” His amber eyes don't leave hers as he reaches out to  her, a single claw extended to gently brush her lower lip. Trembling or pouting he had a feeling that blue lip looked just as delicious either way.

    ZENITH

    @[Lirren] beautiful sparkly word vomit if you must call it that <3
    Sorry for the delay
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    [Lirren] - by Zenith - 06-25-2017, 01:23 PM
    RE: [Lirren] - by Lirren - 07-12-2017, 10:37 PM
    RE: [Lirren] - by Zenith - 07-23-2017, 05:33 PM



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