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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


    forgetting all the blood we drew
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    hangman hooded, softly swinging; don't close the coffin yet, I'm alive

    She’s gone.

    She’s gone, and she’s right. He knows that she is. Knows that he set their home aflame simply because he could. Simply because it was easier than admitting that he had grown accustomed to it. Grown to like the way he felt when he woke up and she was there next to him, glowing softly. He had grown to like knowing that he could home from a hunt and she would be waiting for him down by the water.

    Grown to love the way she felt underneath him—the way she set him aflame.

    Grown to love the quiet in the moments after.

    The sharp laughter when she said something surprisingly dark.

    It leaves an ache in his chest that he only knows how to fill with violence. A need to cut his teeth on something living. Something real. He stalks Hyaline as a cat and finds that he hates every inch of it. Hates every rolling hill and every steep drop. It is not the Chamber. He does not feel his heart beat underneath him. Does not feel what she has taken. The thing that he was not supposed to have at all.

    Furious, he picks up the scent of a nearby elk and follows it until he is close enough.

    He barely remembers the kill, but when he comes to, he finds that his mouth is smeared with blood. The animal is ripped apart in a display that has nothing to do with natural hunger. He swallows hard and tastes the copper of the kill, glancing about at the splattered blood and gore. It does nothing to dull everything that he feels inside. Without waiting, he pulls on the tie he has to the afterlife and barely looks up when he sees the two souls walking forward from the shadows behind the trees, their eyes glowing.

    “Destroy it,” he growls underneath his breath and watches with a steely face as they wreck havoc to the area before him. To the place he called a home. To the place where she is no longer.

    ATROX | THE PANTHER KING


    i don't really expect anyone to reply although if anyone wants to they can.

    he's basically just letting two souls damage a corner of hyaline because he's a drama queen.
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    now be defiant, the lion, give them the fight that will open their eyes



    Messages In This Thread
    forgetting all the blood we drew - by atrox - 07-21-2020, 12:48 AM
    RE: forgetting all the blood we drew - by Locheed - 07-21-2020, 05:48 PM
    RE: forgetting all the blood we drew - by atrox - 08-09-2020, 04:22 PM
    RE: forgetting all the blood we drew - by Locheed - 08-27-2020, 04:53 PM



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